We met in the weirdest way possible; I was waiting for a friend at the airport, you were coming in for vacation with your friend. You met my nerdy side; of course I would be reading comics and wearing my favorite superhero themed t-shirt. So imagine my surprise when a girl passes by me and says “you look hot.” I guess this is why I went above and beyond myself and asked for your name and number, texting you that same day, despite you looking way out of my league.
I could see through the tank top and the jeans shorts that you had a perfect body, and I knew I wasn’t the only one that could see that, so I had to find the most unconventional way to ask you out, naturally. An 8 am date I guess did the trick. You seemed to be a bit crazy so why not take a walk at a city that is not fully awake yet?
I had a place for us to go in mind but, come on, how was I supposed to know you wanted a place to crash because you couldn’t stand the heat? I don’t think you were lying, I mean you did have other arrangements with your friends soon, but still, finding an empty house was not an easy thing and I am glad I had keys for my aunt’s place. And that her boyfriend is Welsh.
What I didn’t expect though is all that came afterwards at that place.
Seeing you laying down in the couch I guess brought the knight in the shining armor out of me. Hence I asked you if it was okay to kiss you. And boy you must have wanted it as much as I did, because in no time you were all over me. I believe the last time I spent so much time kissing a person before moving to second and third base must have been in when I was in high school.
Clothes set aside, I could see what I suspected: your body was amazing. Big breasts, perfect body, shaved in all the right places and wet beyond comprehension. Touching you down under would be soft and exciting, I could feel your heavy breath as you were anticipating just that; but then I guess you woke something else in me.
Lifting you up and getting you to the bedroom could be called by some romantic, by others cliché. Going down on you though is not something many claim to experience on a first date, or even a first sexual experience with someone. I was on a mission, a mission to taste you as much as possible, to drink those juices till there was no more of them, dig my tongue deep inside your lips, your perfect lips and make your moan.
And you moaned; and I could feel you getting tighter against my mouth, around my tongue, your thighs keeping my head down there, your nails dug deep in the sheets, everything so wet from sweat and pleasure that time seemed to have come to a halt. Your orgasm was the only time in my life I have felt a woman nearly choking me with her thighs, and frankly there would have been worse ways to die than my head between your legs.
And then…
I honestly expected nothing more than a hand-job, to be fair, or a bit of a quickie. Not because you were not lasciviously beautiful –and thus perhaps a bit more of the receiving than giving side– person, but because after an intense orgasm people tend to slow down.
Not you. The speed with which you got up and got me undressed, taking me into your own mouth, rock hard and throbbing, was only matched by your eagerness to please. You did in more ways than I could imagine, with a rhythm that was captivating and took my breath away. And because you didn’t hesitate for a second before letting me come in your mouth, without even breaking a sweat as you swallowed and kept going, as a promise and expectation of a second round.
I have never been inside a woman as wet as you were, and never had such intense sex in my life.
I don’t know how I kept on going, I didn’t know why you wanted so much to keep going. All I knew was that for the next two days, all we did was bang each other’s brains out –even while the other person was on the phone making ridiculous excuses for not showing up at work (me) or for coffee, drinks even that so-and-so date your friend had arranged for you.
All I know was that when we decided to eat something and we ordered delivery, the moment I saw you with the towel on after the shower, wet and smiling, I just had to be in you once more time before dinner, while the delivery boy was waited to bring us our food, laughing at what he had just heard.
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