#1502: First Date Hook Up
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After Ezmeralda’s hot elevator hook up she can’t stop dreaming about sex in lust filled dreams. In order to quench her now awakened thirst for one night stands, she goes on a date with a man who brings out her wild side even more…
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I scrambled to my feet, pulling up my skirt over panties half on, half off, thrusting my breasts into my bra and trying to get my shaking arms into the sleeves of my shirt before the elevator reached its destination and those keeper-of-secrets doors slid open. Law firm guy got himself together in seconds, obviously well versed in the art of elevator fucking. I checked my face quickly in the mirror and saw the bloom of orgasm still laying across my features, I tossed my hair around in an attempt to make it sit better and turned towards the doors just in time for the ding.
I headed straight for the bathrooms so I could clean up properly and adjust my underwear. Leaning towards the mirror bracing on trembling arms still coursing with adrenaline, I took a deep breath, looked myself in the eye and gave a triumphant smile. Yes girl, you nailed that.
I checked in on my team and as per usual they were outperforming like the true champions they are, I grabbed a desk with them for a couple of hours and then headed for the quiet of my apartment to finish off the review details that required more focus than I was able to maintain in the office.
Quite some time later, these things always take longer than is allocated to them, I rubbed the back of my neck, stretched like a cat, and pressed save. Finished, time for a hot bath and a good night’s rest. Warm and clean I crawled gratefully into bed sinking onto the mattress and letting my soul slip out to dream while my body recharged.
I awoke in an extreme state of arousal, there were big strong hands on my inner thighs and a soft hot tongue working its way all over my pussy. I reached down to stroke the bulky shoulders of my regular friend with a large benefit Fabrice, the only man to hold a key to my apartment, precisely for moments like these.
My dream was pitch black and the only sounds were the small moans of myself and my lover, the darkness felt like velvet on my skin, and I relished relying on my non-visual senses. The smell of the man was literally edible, A-grade pheromones right there.
I am mad for the feeling of his beautiful hands as they press me open for his plunder, the heat and the latent power of them laying my vulva at his mercy, this makes me just as hot as his intricate tongue-work does.
I start to cum, my body begins tightening and I really want to press my thighs together and rock through the waves in my own boat of pleasure. But this is what Fabrice understands about my body, I will cum so much more fully if I stay loose and open like a smooth petalled magnolia drinking sunshine at midday. So, he locks my thighs apart and continues to work me with just the right amount of pressure and speed to keep those waves rolling over me, again and again.
When I’ve finally stopped shuddering, he gently turns me over onto my stomach, he knows what I like in this sleepy night-time realm of sex. He slides a pillow under my hips, curving my ass up to him while the rest of me remains reclined on my sleep scented sheets. Lightly he begins to rim me with licks that barely touch me but that soon heighten my libido back up to ravenous after my brief post coital respite.
When I am writhing my hips on top of the pillow with my hands in my own hair wanting him so badly, he moves away to position himself to fuck me, first trapping both of my wrists and a tangle of hair with one huge hand while guiding himself to my swollen pussy with the other, eager to enter the furnace of lust I have become.
The generous size of him means I feel every millimetre as he stretches me wide to take him, easing into me, slithering along my silken vaginal walls, filling me and more. I can’t manage all of him first time, so he pulls back and teases me with short, shallow thrusts till I am pushing my ass towards him aching to be ravaged.
I feel myself flood with wetness anticipating accepting all of him, balls deep inside me, he pushes further in, and I give myself up as he reaches my cervix with the head of his cock and his scrotum melts flush against my labia. He stays deep and rocks with me, it’s an incredible feeling, he lowers his body down till it’s almost crushing me, still rocking, now kissing my neck and shoulders with those lips, that tongue.
I’m tight around him but wet as hell and his movements remain sensual and controlled even though I can feel him hardening and his orgasm building. He takes his hand from my wrists, keeping his weight supported with his other arm, and reaches between the pillow and my skin to find my clitoris. Placing his middle finger on my pulse point he lets the driving of his hips build friction for me and when he erupts in a magnificent spasm of ejaculation, I find myself there with him heading at breakneck speed together to crash through the ether.
He lets all of his bulk fall onto me and then twists us into spooning lovers on our sides, still inside me, gradually softening. In a distracted but tender way Fabrice buries his face in my hair and drags his fingers languidly back and forth along the side of my thigh which is so relaxing. I’m content to try to sleep the next hour before the sun comes up and the alarm decides my future.
I moved my breasts apart in the balconette bra I was wearing, unsure whether bountiful butt was the cleavage look I was after with this dress. I let my hair down and smoothed it around my shoulders, yes, I decided, the bra works I like this look, a final splash of fragrance and I am out the door to my waiting Uber.
There are a few flutters in my stomach as I check my breath and mentally list everything I think I need to have sorted for this date. Sexy panties, tick, condoms, tick, truckloads of attitude, tick, breath mints for later, tick. My dress is stretchy enough to fit in dinner and cocktails, but tight enough that I feel like a slithering queen, and very easy to remove with a zip right down the entire length of the front.
We pull up at the bar and I take a moment to compose myself before shimmying out of the back seat. The driver says goodbye and with a jolt I notice the size of his hands, wow, maybe I should have been paying more attention to him on the trip!
I step into the outdoor dining area and look around, he’s here already, seated and looking like his profile pictures, praise be. I sway over to where he’s sitting and the look I catch when he sees me is enough to tell me he’s a fan of what I’m bringing. He stands up to hug me and damn he smells good, we lean in, and I can already feel the bolt of energy I get down my spine when I’m aroused by something or someone. That energy always pools in my panties.
I take a seat before I get too grabby with him at this early stage and we appraise each other with curious gazes, moving into relatively relaxed chatter. I like his eyes and he’s flirty without being sleazy which puts me at ease, and I am able to flirt back.
After a bit of menu discussion, we order, and the waiter takes our menus away and brings icy cold cocktails to further lubricate our social skills. I am drinking while holding onto the wet stem of the glass with one hand, my other hand is laying on the table, he slowly grazes his fingertips from my wrist down over my knuckles and back, it’s mesmerising and titillating, and I feel it all over my body.
As we wait for our food and continue to chat, I slip my shoe off and rub my toes along the toned calf hugged tightly by his jeans. It’s only a soft touch but I see him jolt and a smile spreads across his face. My nipples react by stiffening, fuck I’m going to have this man for dessert.
We eat languidly, enjoying the heightened flavours of the food in our sexually charged bubble, I’m comfortable to steal a few bites from his plate and eat them in a very suggestive manner, I’m getting wonderful responses from him and that in turn increases my desire.
As our plates are removed and the bill is settled, I suggest a walk around the local, character filled city area as the night is warm and there are many quirky laneways boasting walls covered in colourful murals. We stroll holding hands in an aimless manner, just soaking up the evening and the energy between us.
In a particularly secluded corner of a painted alleyway, I turn towards my sexy date and propel him back into the shadows where we bump softly up against a brick wall. I meld myself to his body, feeling the solid mass of him at my belly and stretch up as he lowers his face to mine.
His hand slides down my back to grab my ass and press me tighter against his hard cock, locked inside the rigid denim of his pants. His other hand is under my hair at the back of my neck, and I lean onto it as he moves his lips down the side of my throat to that delicious dip beside my collarbone.
I’m on fire, this is exactly what I want, I’m so turned on knowing we are outdoors, and we could be discovered at any moment. I start to unbutton his jeans, needing to feel his cock in my hands, in my mouth, fucking me indiscriminately. He finds the zip at my cleavage and slides it down, releasing his hold on my ass only to bring his hands to my breasts, followed quickly by his mouth claiming my nipple.
He licks and bites me through the mesh fabric of my bra and I arch my torso into him with one hand firmly holding his heavy shaft. His skin feels so velvety, stretched taut over his erection, I begin to work him with my fist, my other hand pushing his jeans down over his butt so I can get a better grip.
There is a stack of pallets to our left and he pushes me against it, turning me so that I am slightly bent over with my ass towards him. He bends over my body, holding me in place with his bulk, placing a warm palm between my legs at my knee which he drags up towards my core, pushing my legs apart and raising my dress up my thighs.
I’m trapped right where I want to be, under him, straddling his hand, moaning quietly as he pulls the G-string of my panties to the side and enters smoothly into my saturated pussy. He’s not gentle and I don’t want him to be, fuck me, I whisper as loudly as I dare, fuck me hard, I want you deep inside me.
He grips my hips tightly, digging his fingertips into my flesh, the angle of his entry and penetration hitting just right. He’s driving into me hard and fast, giving me equal measures of pleasure and pain, I didn’t realise how much this risky, public sex would get me off, but it’s raw and harsh and nasty. I cum in massive waves and feel him pulsing his semen into me as he too orgasms in this dark back alleyway, a million miles away from my satin sheets.