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.

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