The Date

It’s the first time I’ve met him in the wild since we first met, but I’m not sure I should count that. We are meeting at a museum in town to see an exhibition of his choice, but it’s not been without drama. You have to book a timed ticket so I’ve booked for 4, he wants to meet earlier.

Anyway, we can’t locate each other so there are a few calls and texts. And then I see him outside in the sunshine and my heart leaps into the air. I’m dressed more casually than he’s seen me in the past, he nods appreciatively as he looks me up and down. I want to climb up him and stick my pussy in his face but that’s impossible. He kisses me and I flinch a bit. His breath is terrible.

We make our way to where we need to be and he’s animated, excited and babbling. He charms the lady on the desk to let us in early and immediately as we’re into the space he asks me if it’s wrong that he wants to have sex with me. I’m pretty shocked – although the exhibition isn’t busy there are people around us. He makes a grab for my butt as if to back up what he’s just said. I grab his crotch in return. After that shenanigans its hard to concentrate on the exhibition. I’m surprised at how affectionate he is in public, I hadn’t expected him to be like that at all. It’s hugely flattering.

As we leave the museum and walk along the street, he grabs my nipples. I wince and tell him to stop, confessing they’ve had too much action lately. It’s the first time I’ve told him about fucking anyone else and he loves it.


 

We go to an ice cream bar and share a gigantic milkshake. It’s a perfect date but he’s leaving me soon. I mimic wailing and he doesn’t realise I’m joking. I really wanted to fuck him or at least end up naked with him. Even spend some time with my lips around his cock. I walk him to his bike and he grabs my face and kisses me again.

And here I am a week later trying desperately not to text him.

Unexpected Monday

The facilities manager is messaging me. I’m out shopping on a random day off, not far from home. He asks for pics: I get home and send a few cheeky snaps.

Next thing I know he’s on his way from work. I have 45 minutes to transform from stay at home frump to feline temptress. My hair hasn’t been washed for two days, so it goes up in a slick ponytail. I’m in jeans and a t-shirt so I pull them off and get a matching set of underwear on. I begrudgingly put some sandals on for the first time this year, poke some eyeliner and mascara on. This will have to do.

He arrives and takes off his shoes, he’s already asked if he can have a shower. I wait in my bedroom while he’s in the bathroom. He comes out wearing just his boxers, and sits on the end of the bed. He pulls me to him, and feels my bum. It’s all I need to relax and melt.

Hanging over me is the fact I haven’t come with him for quite some time. I know the time pressure is always a factor – and the way he always notices that I don’t. But his handsomeness and eagerness to go down on me are enough to distract me.

But I nearly come when I’m riding his face and I think about the other guy. I nearly come when he’s face fucking me with his cock and simultaneously finger fucking my pussy. I nearly come riding his cock but I feel too self conscious and cumbersome until I realise he is also bigger than last time. In fact my brain tells me way too many things which aren’t true during our encounter. At one point I try and involve him in a fantasy scenario at work where is is bending me over his desk, but he won’t play. He’s too shy and we’ve never done this before.

He asks for lube; for some reason I grow quite dry with him.The coolness is quite delicious as he works it over my pussy and slaps it.

We lie sweating, catching our breath. He still has a girlfriend.