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The First Date....
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The First Date.... I knew her the moment our eyes met. I was more than pleased and sensed that we would connect in a most delightful way. When we first spoke on the phone I was utterly surprised at the affect her voice had on my senses. She caused a stirring deep inside my loins which had nothing to do with what she was saying but had everything to do with the sweet tone of her voice. A new experience for me. I certainly wasn't going to get my hopes up, based on her voice, but I did hope that when we did meet, we would both feel the magic. I smile, can't help myself. I am almost certain my inner, private thoughts are coming through loud and clear in that smile. We sit for several seconds not saying a word, each of us lost in our own thoughts, private places and yet I feel such a strong connection, that some of what I am thinking is also what she is thinking. I reach across the table and touch her hand. The jolt that shot through my body didn't really surprise me, though I did wonder if she could feel it and, more importantly, did she feel the same way? I’m looking into her eyes and she doesn’t break it off - there is something quite unusual about this woman. My vision narrows and my head starts to spin as the gaze lingers. So that’s what a swoon feels like. She smiles and blushes, breaking the moment, She and we begin to talk. Drinks are ordered. Laughs are had. Conversation and alcohol flow. Our comfort level increases while our inhibitions decrease. Her smile draws my attention to her lips and I begin to realize how much I’m wanting this woman. Wanting her badly. I wonder if she is feeling the same way that I do and begin wondering how to figure that out. As though she was cued, after a pause in our conversation she reaches out and touches my hand. Its a small, innocent little gesture but the contact fires a spark and I’m sure about her. I’m so sure of things that I’m willing to take a chance. “You are coming home with me.” I say it like it is a matter of fact, a realization that I’ve had about our evening together: it’s not an order, nor a question, nor a request. Her mouth falls open just a bit, her cheeks redden, she nods. I stand and offer her my hand and she takes it and stands. Her face is now mere inches away and I can’t resist my impulses any more. Her face is in my hands, the soft skin smelling very faintly of lilacs or roses...I'm not sure right now. My lips on hers. She opens her mouth, inviting me in. Our tongues meet. The room melts away and there is nothing in the world expect for her mouth and my mouth and to be honest I’m not sure where I end and she begins. She moans through the kiss - I’m not sure at this point but it could have easily have been me. She turns toward the door, my hand in hers. My cock growing heavy in anticipation. I want nothing more than to have her feel like I feel right now - to share this state of near euphoria. I purposefully don’t look at her ass sway as we walk toward the door. It’s started to mist out, cooling the summer heat and we pause in the entrance to take it all in. She looks up at me and I nod my head in the direction of my car. I take her hand and we move as fast as we can through the gentle rain. A gust of wind catches her blouse giving me a glimpse of bare breast, she laughs at this while I lust. It starts to rain harder. It’s totally unspoken. We can’t wait. We won’t wait. My lips are on hers. My hands on her breasts and I can feel her nipples through her bra and her blouse. Her hands are on my chest. We are in a frenzy; sharks don’t feed like this. My hands are on her ass, and I realize that it is so much better than I’d wanted it to be. This skin of her ass is smooth, soft, and just a bit cold to my touch. My hands cover her ass letting me feel the power of her taught muscles. She runs her hands over my bald head. I pull away from her lips for a second. We look into each other’s eyes. We both know. We both want. She reaches for my zipper and releases my cock as I undo the belt of her jeans. My cock drips in anticipation. The contrast of the cool air with the warmth of her hand is driving me nuts. She’s wearing skimpy, lacy, red, thong-style panties. My hands now on her bare ass I lift her up and set her on a ledge in the alcove and she spreads her legs. There is no time to take off her panties. I press her back against the wall and she reaches down with the hand that isn’t holding my cock and pulls her panties aside. I can smell her musk and it’s like she is chumming the waters of our frenzied fuck. She pulls my cock to her engorged lips. I look down at her small hand that makes me look huge. I push forward just enough to part her pussy lips. She releases her hand and wraps her arms around my neck. We look into each other’s eyes and all of a sudden there is that sensation again of nothing else existing. Like we are floating in each other’s consciousness. Like I said earlier - it’s better than drugs. This time I break the moment. I push my hips forward and in one smooth stroke I find myself sheathed in the tight confines of her very wet cunt. We both gasp in pleasure at the intense sensations. I can feel her pulse on me, and I’ve little doubt that she can feel me pulse and throb. I start to fuck her and as much as she can from her awkward position she fucks me back. I’m holding on to the back of her thighs, pushing her knees up and spreading them for me. I feel my sensitive head press up against her cervix, tickling us both. I move faster and she wraps her legs around me and I press my hands onto her tits. I find her nipples and play with them through her bra. She moans again. Her tits are fantastic and sensitive, they fit into my hands perfectly and I begin to wish that I’d taken the time to expose them to the night’s air and my lips. I become aware of the way her voice sounds as she is moaning. Her voice does sound as wonderful as I’d fantasized about. I focus on her feminine, urgent moans in my ear as I kiss and gently bite the skin of her neck. I’m fucking her with long, slow, deep strokes and pausing to grind into her clit when I’m in deep. I won’t be able to keep this up long and I feel my balls drawing up inside my shorts and that little itch that starts at the base of my cock and then works back towards my ass and then up into my spine and up to my brain. I want her to cum with me. I want to know that in a couple hours from now that my cum will still be dripping from her; slicking her thighs as she sleeps. I roll her nipples between my fingers a little bit more vigorously. I press into her clit feeling her cum drip down my cock to my balls. “Ken” she gasps quietly in my ear. “I’m Cumming” and its as though I’m released. I thrust into her one final time and my orgasm grips every fiber in me. Sperm courses through my cock into the already saturated, already filled-to-capacity tunnel of her pussy. She cries out as her orgasm brings her into our bliss......She digs her nails into my back and bites me on the shoulder....A pleasant pain... Our eyes meet again, locked together in that most personal of all moments. We float again nothing else existing for us in the moment.....We come to some sense of reality and regain our composure and make our way to my truck.....This isn't going to end anytime soon and it is going to be much better than it started....The second third and fourth time around... |
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