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First meeting (erotic fiction)
Posted:Oct 23, 2017 4:00 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2019 4:01 am
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They had chatted for some time online, sending teasing emails, flirtatious photos and heated texts when it came time to actually meet they were both nervous as teens on their first date. They had agreed to meet at a public restaurant, because they had both had less than stellar results meeting people from the site before. She pondered what to wear, sexy, casual, dress ? She finally decided on the modestly short skirt with the lacy thigh high hose. "Let's see what kind of first reaction we can get" she thought to herself.
He was as nervous as though he were picking up his date for the prom. "Try not to look so awkward" he kept telling himself, "after all you're both adults, and it's dinner, no promises, no commitment, just dinner for crying out loud". It didn't help. He arrived at the restaurant earlier than he'd intended, and requested a table close to the door. He wanted to get the first look at her as soon as she walked through the door.
He knew her from the second she stepped in, the sensible skirt, the lacy stockings, and the blouse she chose showed just enough cleavage that he would know those delicious looking breasts anywhere. His heart skipped just a bit as his gaze slid across her like a drunken snail. She smiled watching his awkward rise from the table, trying to get up without taking his eyes off her.. Her smile was infectious and he couldn't help doing the same as he approached, hand out to take hers, to lead her to the table.
"Hello I'm Dan, an absolute pleasure to finally meet you", he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
She felt a tingle as he took her hand and led her to the table. The dress had worked, and from the way his eyes kept traveling down her, exceptionally well. "Gotcha" she smiled inwardly, happy that she had so thoroughly grabbed his undivided attention so easily. Dinner conversation came easily, and she enjoyed that he took every opportunity to touch her hand or arm during their conversation. Each time he did she noticed that his breathing would change a little, a slight catch, a pause, then resume normally. A naughty thought occurred to her and she quietly slid off one shoe, slipping her foot quietly into the cuff of his pants. His train of thought completely derailed as he felt her foot sliding up his leg.
He caught her foot as it reached his thigh, looking her in the eyes, and lovingly caressing it asked "Would you like to leave, I'm suddenly hungry for desert". From their online conversation she knew that he meant for her to be desert, and thought to herself "you have no idea how ready". She smiled coquettishly, stiffening her leg, and placing her foot right in his groin said "Well if you'd like to stay and order desert, I could go for a piece of cake".
"No, I think you have taken care of ordering desert for me, and by being naughty you've left me little choice in keeping my mind on anything but what I truly deem as desert. I think you know what I mean as well from the look on your lovely little face".
He paid the check, and as they stood to leave he took her hand, placing his other at the small of her back. She shivered slightly at the light touch, and his hand brushed across her butt, she found that she wanted more of that. Little did she know that was exactly what he had in mind.
They walked in comfortable silence to his car, and as he opened the door he turned to her and said "I hope you don't find this too forward, but I've been dying to do this since you walked in", he embraced her, and pulling her closely to him kissed her deeply, her lips parted, and his tongue slid lightly across them. His hands sliding across her back, and ass like a million butterflies. Her breath caught, and she could taste the wine on his tongue, she pressed her hips toward him, showing that she too had been waiting for this. He parted the kiss, and she found herself trying to follow, when his prior light touch swatted her playfully on the ass. "Not here, just yet" he smiled devilishly. "I have better plans, and I really don't want to be rushed". She reluctantly sat in he passenger seat, hiking her skirt, perhaps a bit further than necessary as she did so, and enjoying the look of unbridled lust in his eyes as he tore himself away and closed the door.
When he sat down to start the car, she breathlessly spoke"let's go to my house, I don't want to get dressed all weekend once I get these clothes off". They had spoke of this online, but he was thrilled that he had made such a good impression on her that she wanted to do exactly that right away. "I have to make a stop at the hotel first, and pick up a few things" he said. "I have some items that I think may make your plans a little more" he paused, "interesting".
She hadn't really planned on sleeping with him on the first date, but the second he took her hand in the restaurant she thought she might, then when he kissed her she knew she wanted nothing more than to feel his naked skin against hers. She sat quietly as he drove watching his eyes leave the road to hungrily take in her legs and breasts, always ending with a deep stare into her eyes before going back to his driving.
"I know we chatted about a lot of things online" he stated "and I want you to know that anytime you don't feel completely comfortable, just say so, and I will stop". "Some of the things I ask may be awkward, but I want you to know that trust is one of the highest and foremost goals I have in wanting to be your lover". She hardly heard a thing he was saying, looking at the bulge in his trousers, and wanting him to drive faster. "You have to know that everything I want to do is designed and desired to bring you to heights of pleasure you might not have experienced before".
"It would pleasure me to be sucking this" she said, hand sliding up his leg to his ever stiffening manhood. He smiled, not stopping her, and looking her in the eyes said,"Patience, my sweet, we have plenty of time, and the decadent pleasures that we are about to explore will be all the more sweet because you've had to wait for them".
She waited in the car while he went to retrieve whatever it was he wanted from his room. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but the desire was so strong she couldn't it seemed stop herself. She slid her palms down her legs, and resisted the urge to touch herself, imagining what it might be that this handsome stranger had in mind to pleasure her in ways she hadn't been before. She squirmed slightly in her seat, remembering the things they had spoken of online, and felt herself dampening as he placed a bag she hadn't seen in the trunk, and settled back into the driver seat.
"I've already programmed our route in you gps". She told him as he placed the car in gear.
"Excellent", he said, and began talking again about trust, and relationship, as she slid her hand back into his lap. He placed his hand on her thigh just below her skirt, and noted that her legs moved just a little further apart when he did so.
"Why is he talking", she thought to herself, as her hand slowly stroked his hardening member through his pants. Her desire was growing by the second, and she wanted him to slide his hand up her skirt further. She tried sliding toward his hand, but he kept it in the same place, his thumb and fingers tracing circles along the thigh. She could feel her panties dampening with his attentions. She placed her hand on his, and tried to slide it further up her leg when he stopped moving it, turned to her and smiled slyly. "Didn't I tell you that patience would bring much sweeter rewards?" He told her.
She then looked up and noticed they were in her driveway. "Fucker", she thought, "wait until I get you in that door." Her intention was to rip his clothes off inside the door "my goodness Lisa when did you become such a wanton slut" she giggled to herself while leading him up the path to her front door.
He followed her admiring the swing of her tight round ass, and enjoying the way the heels she was wearing enhanced her calves. He wondered how those ankles would look with leather cuffs on his shoulders. She unlocked the door, and turned catching him hungrily staring at her ass. They stepped inside, and he had no sooner closed the door behind him than she was on him, kissing him deeply, and pressing her hips toward his. His hands ran to her back, pulling her tighter before gripping her round buttocks in each hand and squeezing, enjoying the soft moan the escaped her lips. He moved his hands slowly up her sides, sliding one hand across her breast, and lightly pinching her nipples through the thin cloth eliciting another low moan, and causing her to push harder toward him.
He deftly loosened her bra with one hand, and began unbuttoning her blouse, he knew from their conversations that she loved attention to her nipples, and he was more than happy to oblige. His tongue was like a live, warm wet eel, sliding all over her nipples, and she pulled lightly try to get more into his mouth. He could feel the heat from her rising off her body. As his mouth gave attention to her nipples his hands slid up the back of her skirt to caress that sweet round backside that he had admired so often in her pictures. She began reaching for his belt when he swatted her smartly across her ass. "Not just yet", he told her. "I want you to see something first.". He took her hand, and picked up the bag he had brought, and asked, "Do you have a full length mirror?"
"Yes, in the bedroom" she replied.
"Take me there" he demanded, " remember at any point, you are the one in control, you are the one with the power, and at any point you may say stop, and I will."
"Why in the world would I want you to stop, especially at this point, I want you naked, and on top of me right now." She told him.
"Because there are things I want you to see before we get to that. You see women are emotionally, and physically charged. Men are visual creatures. I want you to see what it is that I see, and that way you better understand what is driving my passions".
As she led him into the bedroom she started to untuck her blouse from her skirt, and again he stopped her. "No, that my job to undress you" he whispered softly. The words slid over her like silk, and his warm breath in her ear raised goose flesh on her arms. "You see we could have given in to the moment at the front door" he said pushing her from behind in front of the mirror. "But again, men are visual creatures" he stopped in front of the mirror, arms around her waist holding him in front of her. She looked, and noticed that her breasts out of the bra, blouse halfway unbuttoned, and thought she looked like a bad prom dat escapee. His lips and breath on her neck made her shiver as his hands raised to cup both her breasts. Her nipples, already hard stiffened slightly more in his palms. "Do you see ?" He asked, kissing her neck, and whispering directly into her ear. "Just how lovely you look, how so completely and unashamedly sexy?" She couldn't understand what it was he was seeing, she though she looked disheveled like this. He finished unbuttoning her blouse, and slid it off her arms, his hands exploring her as she stood there. Her head tipped back onto his shoulder as he removed her bra, and dropped it to the floor. He took her hands in each one of his, and placed them behind his back. "Lace your fingers together, and try your best not to move your hands, just watch yourself in the mirror for a moment." She did watch, his hands slid lightly along her rib cage cupping her breast, fingers lightly drawing circles on her nipples.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her ass through the skirt, and she knew he wanted her as badly as she did him, yet he continued this game of slow. It was maddening. She did as he asked, and looked at herself in the mirror, now naked from the waist up. She continued watching as his hand slid up her skirt, his fingers tracing along the edge of her panties. She wanted him to rip them off, yet he just traced agonizingly around, exploring the line so closed to where she wanted his hand yet not quite there. "Do me a favor he whispered, put you hands behind you head, and don't move. She did as he asked, and he slid a leather cuff around each wrist, and clipped them together. "See how your breasts perk in this position" he whispered. She had to admit, the cuffs, at first shocking, kept her hands back, her hard nipples pointing outward, aching for him to touch, taste, nibble. He unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She heard his breath catch as he got his first look at her standing there in the mirror, his fingers sliding along her thighs just above her stockings were further working to dampen her panties. "How absolutely picturesque" he whispered, stepping around between he and the mirror. She cold see the lust in his eyes, and.....something else....what was it. It was a tender admiration, as though she were the finest work of art he had ever seen, and an anxiousness to touch. She wanted to move her hands from behind her head, and draw him to her, wanted to lock him in her embrace, and drag him to the bed with her.
He reached out, pulling her to him with a tight urgency that she felt by the front door, and kissed her deeply. Her nipples enticingly hard pressing against his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt rubbing them deliciously. Her hips pushed toward him, softly undulating against the hardness she felt there. He parted their kiss, lips moving to her neck, and lowering to her chest above her breasts. He wanted to taste every inch of her, and it seemed that he was going to do exactly that. As his hands slid delightfully along her spine, and over her ass his lips moved to her breasts, tongue flicking around, and across each nipple. His mouth moved over her like a man starved, and tasting food for the first time. His hands slid inside her panties cupping her round ass, and pressing her wetness against his still fully clothed erection. His mouth slid further down as he began to kneel in front of her, trailing wet kisses down her tummy, and along her ribs as his thumbs hooked her panties, sliding them off her hips and onto the floor. Her breath caught as he kissed her hips, licking, stopping to taste, moving along just above her womanhood. His tongue slid across her clit ever so lightly and she moaned softly, her legs parting in the heels she wore. His hands went to her ass, and he pulled her tightly into his tongue as he slid it as deeply inside her as it would go, his mouth opened and his lips locked on her clitoris, she could feel her knees weakening as dropped her hands to the back of his head. She rotated her hips as he nibbled, licked and sucked on her clit like like the finest ice cream he'd ever tasted. He could tell by the moans escaping her, and the tensing of her thighs that he was brining her close to orgasm, and was enjoying his "desert", he doubled his attention to her clit, and felt her tense up. "Oh......my....god", she whispered breathlessly, her hands grabbing his hair and pulling. He knew she was going to come before she ever said it, and sucked her clit all the harder. Her thighs tensed against his face, he noticed the involuntary tension drawing across her belly, the tightening of her ass as she leaned back, and literally sprayed his hungry waiting mouth with her juices.As she came he swatted her ass hard three times. She was so engulfed in her orgasm she hardly noticed the stinging until she pushed him back to catch her breath.
"Wh..what was that for?" She asked, breath still coming in rapid spurts. "Well, I had heard that during orgasm women have no pain threshold" he told her, "I wanted to see if it was true. That, and you didn't ask to come first."
"Wait a minute" she said attempting to rub her ass with cuffed together hands. "First of all, I didn't know I had to ask permission, and secondly, it might just be a little true, but it sure as fuck stings now."
He laughed a deep baritone laugh, and she thought it a very pleasant sound as he stood before her deftly releasing her hands from one another. He kissed her again deeply, and took over rubbing her stinging red ass cheek. Again she could feel the desire rising, looking over his shoulder in the mirror, she understood what made men so lustful. Standing there with nothing but thigh high stockings, heels and a leather cuff on each hand as he stepped around behind her, dropped again to his knees, and began to kiss and nibble the sting out of her round red ass, she thought it was one of the most erotic visions she'd ever had of herself.
He stood from behind her, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so, and dropping it to the ground. He had the greatest, nearly aching desire to feel his flesh against hers. He turned her to face him, and pulled her close, her nipples brushing against his. The sensation was sinfully delicious, and they both shivered slightly at the touch. "You see that was just one of many orgasms that I want to give you tonight, and each time I want to build to it. Let's face it, an orgasm is something to work toward...and the more patient we both are, the sweeter, and more intense it will be." This sounded logical to her, as he turned her around to again face the mirror, his hands moving over her body as he whispered "Remember my greatest pleasure is hearing and watching yours" he pressed his hardness against her back side, and she leaned into him. Her knees were still shaky from the orgasm and she still wanted to feel him on top of her. She moaned lightly "Then do it Daddy, she whispered wiggling her ass seductively against him. "Make your bad girl ask...no beg you to let her come". He smiled devilishly "be very careful what you ask for" he warned her. She wasn't afraid, remembering what he had told her about her having the real power. "I think my smart mouth needs punished don't you?" She couldn't help but grin impishly at him noticing the enormous smile I brought to his face. "As a matter of fact, I think you have a suitable punishment already in mind". She taunted watching his eyes in the mirror, and knowing full well he did indeed have something in mind, and she couldn't wait for it. She turned quickly reaching for his belt, and the fastening of his trousers.
"Ahh, not so fast" he said as she dropped his pants. He was rock hard she could see from the damp bulge in his underwear. "I know what to want, and while that is indeed the punishment I had in mind, firstly there are a couple of....rules." He reached into the bag and brought out a leather collar, and fastened it lovingly around her neck, then attached her hands to either side of it with the convenient d-rings all around it. "Number one being....no hands" he smiled lustfully. She licked her lips hungrily, and continued taunting "you said a few rules, what are the others?"
He dropped his underwear, "I don't remember now, you've distracted me, so we will make them up as we go." He watched as she swallowed him hungrily, her eyes first focused on the pre-seminal drop on the head, and tasting it with her tongue before swallowing him completely. He moaned as she used her mouth on him, slowly backing away before swallowing him all the way, then licking the head before sliding her lips agonizingly slowly down his stiff shaft again.
She was finally getting what she had wanted since they left the restaurant, and she was enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. She shivered as she once again thought of him on top of her. She was concentrating so hard on pleasuring him that she barely noticed the nipple clamps in his hand until he placed them on her, and tightened the sliding ring until he heard her whimper lightly. He knew from conversations that she liked these, and he couldn't help but tug the chain between them while watching her attentions on his member. She was an absolute work of art right now, he admired her round ass in the mirror, heels and stockings turning him on even more. He could feel his balls drawing up, and pulled out of her mouth suddenly. "Not just yet", he told her, reaching to her cuffs to remove the clips, freeing her hands. He helped her to stand shakily on her heels, and led her to the bed.
Sitting her on the edge he carefully removed her shoes, stroking the tops and bottoms of her feet in both hands, and sending tingles up her legs. She was struck by how tender, and loving his movements were. She watched intently as he slowly rolled her stockings down her legs, kissing, and tasting her as his lips followed the cloth off her body. He raised her leg, massaging her feet as his kisses trailed down to her ankles, the stubble from where he had shaved that morning tickling her calves. He rolled the last bit of cloth off her foot, kissing to the tips of her toes as it came off. She tugged at the clamps on her nipples as he did this sending chills, and a tightening in her midsection. He paused to kiss her sex, and grab a taste before moving to the other leg, she moaned softly when his tongue flicked out across her clitoris before sliding to the thigh.
She moved her legs wider, wanting to watch his every kiss down her thigh as he slowly rolled down her other stocking. "Yes"she thought, "men may be visual creatures, but watching you is definitely turning me into one as well". He continued his movements the same as he did with the first leg kissing all the way to her toes then sitting her foot back on the floor before turning his attention back to between her legs. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and placed her legs on his shoulders as he began kissing and licking between her legs sending trembles through her thighs. She pulled her knees back giving I'm better access, and he took advantage to press the backs of her thighs lifting her ass slightly off the bed. He slid his tongue down her ever dampening slit, and directly to her ass. She wriggled with the sensation as his tongue circled her asshole like an eel looking for a place to hide. He could hear her breath catch with the shock and newness, and worked harder between her cheeks. His hot breath and tongue probing her was new and exciting to her. She grabbed her ankles pulling her legs back further wanting more. He was happy to oblige as his tongue probed her tight hole, slapping back and forth across it, and bringing deep moans out of her. "Oh...yes...that ....is .....sooo...hot" she moaned breathlessly. Her hips rocking with each stab of his intruding tongue.

(NOTE : This is a work in progress, and is only part of the entire story).
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