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Strangely it’s not until we reach my doorstep that our lips meet for the first time. Dating sex was always my thing, its how you got to know someone.
That moment could not have come too soon. I had been yearning to make sensual contact with Stacy for the last three hours.
We’d kissed each other on the cheek, politely as you do, when we met. I thought we’d kiss properly after we’d finished eating. But I sensed Stacy was holding back, teasing me a bit. So I waited. Until now, and this spontaneous, mutual act of desire.
I say nothing but let my kiss linger, posing a question of increasing importance. Is there more to come this evening?
I had sensed that there was chemistry between us earlier. But, the longer we were at the bistro, the more charmed I was by this gorgeous woman. And the more she charmed me, the more I appreciated just how sexy she was.
Our lips are still together; neither of us has moved or made a move. Encouraged by the bottle of wine we’d shared earlier in the evening; I press my mouth very slightly into hers. My question becomes a plea. Please, Stacy, open up and let me in. I want you. Fuck, I want you.
Ecstatic, I feel a response. My lips are prised apart as she slips her tongue into my mouth. She’s firm, wet, eager. I enjoy the novelty of its presence, pleased that a part of Stacy is inside me. Ready for our dating to turn into hot sex.
There’s a playfulness about the way she searches for my tongue before she pushes on, encouraging me to suck it, which I realise I’m doing, pulling her further into my throat.
I’d first noticed Stacy’s tongue when she put her cocktail straw in her mouth. She didn’t just purse her lips and insert it; she opened her mouth, extended her tongue to meet the straw, before taking drawing it back, as a spider would a fly caught in its web.
She’d also used it to gather up a stray crumb, which had gotten stuck on her lower lip. She did it slowly, inviting me to watch her movements. It was almost like she’d let that crumb fall deliberately so she could put on a small, sensuous show.
Our mouths are still locked open, clamped together, and I’m slightly startled by her dominance and her willingness not merely to reply to my initial request for a longer kiss but to take the lead. This is rather new for me, dating sex. And that excites. I like a strong woman.
I feel her hand on my butt. Encouraging. It seems as if we might be enjoying more of each other tonight.
I grind my hips into hers, letting her feel my growing erection. Hoping that she appreciates the effect she is having on me, praying that she wants me as much as I want her.
She places her free hand on my other arse cheek and pulls me further into her. There’s no doubt about her answer to my question now: Yes, Ricky, I do want to fuck you.
I push further into her groin and, simultaneously, press my tongue firmly against hers expecting her to give ground and take me into her mouth, but she holds firm. She’s not going to give up on that pole position occupying my mouth.
Fuck, I like this girl. I like her confidence, her attitude, her sense of pleasure and her desire to be in control.
I slide the tip of my tongue, so it meets hers. For a moment, we hold it there, balancing against each other, equals. Then, she moves hers a fraction, playfully suggesting I follow.
Our tongues circle, teasing each other just as fencers might tap the tips of their swords, testing their opponent before the duel begins.
I begin to get ahead of myself and think of Stacy’s tongue probing my ear, sliding up my neck, down my chest and slurping the bubbles of pre-cum from my cock. But it’s too soon for such thoughts.
She pulls away, which gives me the chance to find my keys. I dig them out of a pocket and dangle them in front of her.
“Shall we?” I say, trying to locate the correct one. I fail. Try another key. Fail again.
I try a third. Again, no luck.
“Perhaps I can give you a helping hand?” She takes the jangling bundle and selects a key, slipping it smoothly into the lock and turns it.
She pauses and looks provocatively at me, “Would you like me to come inside?”
I nod, and she pushes the door, and we tumble excitedly into my hallway.
Our kissing becomes more intense, and our hands join in, holding each other’s heads, weaving fingers through each other’s hair.
And our little duel for sexual supremacy continues.
Stacy takes the initiative and pushes me against the wall; her kissing pins me to the spot, and I feel her hands working my shirt buttons.
Eager to respond, I lick her delicate neck, which apparently tickles. She giggles. I nibble behind her ear, and she breaks into a laugh.
She’s distracted and loses the initiative. Seizing the opportunity, I swivel her around, and we switch places. I am now in the ascendency and pushing her into the wall. I start to loosen her blouse. Not to be outdone, she continues to pull away at my shirt, exposing my chest.
I soon balance things up, and Stacy’s top hangs loose on her shoulders, revealing her bra. I have an urgent need to remove it and get her pert breasts out.
But as I plan my next line of attack, she makes a surprise move, and I find myself against the wall again and my shirt unbuttoned. She’s winning the race to get the other naked first.
I push back, turn her around and lift her up against the wall, my groin holding her weight. I feel the hug of her legs around me as she tilts her pussy to check out my cock. Finding it, she rubs against me, and I feel a huge glug of pre-cum ooze out of the tip. I am ready for her. Fuck, am I ready for her.
The sexual struggle continues, and my shirt is virtually off, but Stacy’s is caught on her arms. She helps me pull it off, loosens her bra then drags it to her waist.
Her breasts press against my torso. Nothing is hotter than feeling a woman’s eager nipples rub against your skin. They have an outer firmness, yet also an inner softness, showcased on resplendent mounds of sumptuous flesh.
My mind is pulled away from her breasts as Stacy turns her attention to my jeans. She wants to get my cock out. And all I can think about now is my cock sliding into her pussy.
With considerable finesse, she pops open my waist button, undoes my belt, pulls it through the loops, whipping it out and throwing it aside.
Stacy has clearly done this before. Many times. She is no newby to dating sex and is one heck of a stripper.
And then the moment my prick has been yearning for. Her fingers slip under my trousers, and, like a hawk seeking out its prey, she starts to probe around my boxers, searching for my cock. She soon finds a wet patch of precum at the apex of the bulge in the cotton, and hones into the source of the flood.
But then a surprise. I am expecting her to dive inside, pull back the material and start to pump me. Far from it. Delicately she peels back the elasticated waist, and I feel the lightest touch of a finger on my frenulum.
She starts to draw circles around it, super slowly. She stops, clearly aware of the extreme pleasure she is giving, and runs her fingers down my shaft, around my balls and makes the return trip at a similarly slow pace.
Her fingers creep, millimetre by millimetre, up my cock. I’m on my way; they are signalling to my frenulum; get ready for my touch. And the waiting just turns me on even more. Like so much in life, it’s the expectation, the anticipation, which is as good as the main event.
My frenulum yearns for her finger; it’s desperate for her rub. A huge drop of pre-cum seeps out of my cock and oozes down my shaft. She feels it, collects it and returns with it to moisten my most sensitive spot. She starts to caress it, as if it were a clitoris.
She squeezes my glans between thumb and forefinger, trying to milk more out of me. I find myself responding and astonishingly, more juices seep out and then, only then, after all this build-up, does she start to pump me. Her tempo is slow, and I hear myself let out a moan.
I am somewhere else. I am that tiny dot of flesh where the skin pulls tight under my tip. I am a torrent of wetness flowing freely from my cock. I am an urge deep within, keen to shoot out and cover her hand.
But no, not yet. I have to hold back. I don’t want this to stop, even though I am literally ready to shoot my load right here and now.
I check myself and focus my mind on Stacy rather than my rock-hard prick in the hope that I might calm down a bit and postpone my orgasm until much, much later.
I grab her hands, pull them off my drooling cock and hold them above her head. They can tease me no more. My climax is safe. For now, at least.
And as I hold both her wrists in one hand, I feel her relax and relinquish control. The giver has morphed into the receiver.
I fumble with her trousers, unable to match the effortless way she loosened my own to get my cock out. Eventually, I find my way into her knickers. While my own pants are distinctly wet, Stacy’s are drenched.
Now it’s my turn to push her right to the very edge. I search inside her knickers and soon discover her sodden lips. I stroke them, and her juices flow freely, and I rub a little more, coating my fingers with her copious wetness.
I move up towards her clit where I can work a bit of magic. But I’m not going to dive in and rub it, just as Stacy didn’t start to pump me when she got my cock out. Like me, she needs to be teased first.
Ever so slowly, I begin to circle her clit hood, drawing hoops around it, before dipping down to her cunt to feel that she is even wetter. I ease a finger into her, and she gasps.
I strum her whole pussy, lips and clit. But I make sure there’s a randomness to my movement. Sometimes my fingers chance upon her clit, and when they do, her body shudders, and when they don’t, they create the expectation, the yearn, for more.
Stacy’s whole body starts to writhe, she is tensing up, and I feel that now is the moment to fuck her.
But as soon as I think it, Stacy turns around and offers me her rear. She wants me to take her from behind. Perfect.
I pause for just a second, composing myself, appreciating this last pre-fuck moment of heady anticipation, then pull her trousers down.
Her arse is smooth, tight, soft. Her choice of positions could not be better. I take my cock in one hand and pull her towards me. Then, sliding my cock down her crack, I drag it over her arsehole and hover there for a second, leaving a suggestion for later.
I guide my prick around to her dripping cunt. I wait at her lips, feel them enclose my glans and wait again, savouring the deliciously heady, pre-penetration moment.
Stacy takes the lead and eases herself back into me, sucking me into her delicious and welcoming heat.
That moment of entry is quite exceptional. I am conscious of every bit of her flesh. Her pussy encircles my shaft, squeezing as it eases down to the base of my cock where she gives a cheeky ‘hello’ clench. Then, deep in her cunt, where the sensation is softer, hotter, even more sensuous, I return the message and give her a jerk – ‘I’m here.’
Stacy turns her head, looks into my eyes and kisses my lips. She turns and starts to ride me, and in doing so rocks me back against the wall. Utter heaven. I match her thrust for thrust, and then, as can so often happen when you are both pumping away, I slip out.
And we realise what a tangle are clothes are in, and how they are really restricting our movement. No longer playing the game of stripping your partner, we try to remove what clothes we still have on ourselves. The faster we try, the more we get caught up, and the more we laugh.
I almost fall over trying to get a recalcitrant foot through my trouser leg, and when I finally succeed, I tumble into Stacy, who has draped herself along the back of my sofa. Legs in the air, she seems to be inviting me to go down on her. I sink to my knees, keen to bury my head between her thighs and smother her pussy with my mouth. My lips meet hers, and I open my mouth and taste her for the first delicious time.
I hold my tongue just beneath her clit, and keep it as still as I can. Her movements determine where it goes, and she edges down, so the tip sits on her clit hood. I flick it, and she holds my head closer into her. I reply by making my strokes a little firmer. She writhes in response; I’m hitting the right spot.
She pulls me off, raises my head to hers, kisses me, licks her juices off my mouth and encourages me to enter her. I do and feel her pussy from a new angle, which grips my prick a little bit tighter. That change in sensation does something, and I have to check myself. I just manage to hold on, but I let her know how close I am by telling her that I almost came. I need to be careful. Unfazed, Stacy laughs.
I take a risk and start to thrust again, hoping I can keep control, though feeling one—then both—of Stacy’s legs over my shoulders doesn’t help. I am so deep inside her and am suddenly conscious of my shaft being held in a warm, tight clench while my tip, in contrast, is being immersed in a delicate, pulsating softness.
In an attempt to slow things down, I take a flower from a vase and put it between her teeth. Stacy bites it, then takes it and runs it down my chest. I notice the way it ruffles my chest hair and how my nipples tighten— I zone in on every detail to take my mind off her incredible pussy. I catch my breath. And I’m back in charge of myself.
As I start to fuck her again, Stacy slips off the top of the sofa. Stylish as ever, she performs a summersault, pulls me down and then climbs on top of me, positions my prick with her hand, then slides me deep inside her cunt.
As she rocks back and forth, I start to lose the control that up to now I have managed to maintain.
I become that expectant, wound-up heaviness in my balls, and I am now on my unstoppable journey.
“I’m coming,” I warn her.
Pressure at the base of my prick moves up, up my long, thick shaft, and I am about to explode into Stacy’s hot, pink pussy. I pull out moments before I come in a last-ditch attempt to halt the inevitable.
“Oh no,” she says as she feels for my spunk, which has coated her arse.
Ah fuck, I’ve blown it – the best dating sex I’ve ever had, I think and wait for her disappointment to show.
“Did you come?” I blurt out, knowing full well she most certainly did not and is now dangling on the brink, ragged and frustrated…
“Give me fifteen minutes…” I say hopefully.
Stacy just laughs and reaches for her bag. “I’ll do it myself.” She produces the smallest vibrator I’ve ever seen. “You can watch me,” she says, pressing the purring toy to her clit.
Initially, I just look at the vibrator, but as she moans, I raise my gaze to her face. Her eyes are closed, and she is clearly not far off coming. I feel obliged to help, especially as I hadn’t lasted the course, and start to fondle her breasts.
I soon find myself kissing her, and as she reaches her climax, I feel a tingle down below. My cock is already beginning to recover and show signs of renewed interest. Her hand drops to her side and brushes against it. There’s a tiny hint of hardness, and she gives it a squeeze.
“Don’t you think that stopping now would be a touch too soon?” she whispers.
The End
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