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[34M] An electric first date

I’d been talking to a girl from a dating site for a good two weeks and the chat got quite heated early on. Heated in the sense that we’d talk almost every night and end up getting off to each other. Needless to say, our first meet up was a lot of fun.

We met at a bar in London as per her suggestion. It was fancy, so we both dressed the part. I am 5ft 8, green eyes and brown skin, with short black hair and stubble. I work out regularly, but not to the point to have a 3% body fat. I had what you would call an average, yet strong create. It was the middle of summer, so I wore a pair of black chinos accompanied by a white shirt. I undid a couple of the top buttons and folded my sleeves up to leave my forearms exposed.

She was shorter than me (about 5ft 4), also brown skinned, with long black hair, light brown eyes and a cheeky smile to die for. She wore an amazing green dress showing off her curves in all the right places. And by now, she knew exactly where my favourite curves were. She adorned her plunge neck with a pendant that teasingly dropped down towards her boobs. She knew I liked her 36Ds and she warned me that I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes away. She was completely right.

I waited for her outside the bar. There was a row of columns at the entrance and the doorway was slightly offset from the middle of the building. I waited in front of the column that was opposite the doorway, as we might miss each other if I waited in any of the others due to having to walk around them.

I was slightly nervous as it was a first meet. But the second she got there, the nervousness disappeared. I leaned in to hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek, but made sure my hands brushed down to her butt to pull her close. She didn’t mind, we both knew what we were here for.

We went inside and the waiter guided us to our table.i walked behind her and could slightly  see the fabric of her panties underneath her dress. My mind instantly wondered about bending her over the table. My cock grew hard.

We sat opposite each other and ordered our first round of cocktails. I told her about my hard on and we both laughed. The evening went on, more drinks came, and the conversation kept getting more flirtatious. Gazes were met with biting of lips, we were fucking each other with our eyes, desperate to get our hands on each other. I finally asked her if she smoked, and she replied with “only when I drink” and winked. I got off my seat and walked over to her. She smirked and got up too, and we both walked outside.

It was dark now, and there was a chilling breeze that we would have normally felt. But we simply lit our cigarette and started talking. I realised that we had moved behind one of the more hidden columns, where people barely walked by. I leaned against it and put my hands on her waist and pulled her close, between my legs. She didn’t waste a second throwing her and my cigarette to the floor before I pulled her in and our lips collided in an electric frenzy. Our hands were all over each others backs, greedy to feel every inch of our bodies. Our lips tasted each others neck as we moaned and grunted in each others ears. Her hands were on my ass, digging her long nails into it. I pulled the top of her dress and opened it wider, finally able to get my hands on those perfect boobs of hers. “Took you long enough” she whispered into my ear between moans. I smiled but didn’t say a thing. Instead, I dug my nails into her making her flinch and moan into my ear.

I instinctively spun her around and slammed her against the column, kicking her legs open. We tasted each others lips again whilst my hand explored between her legs. I slid my right hand into her panties. She was fucking soaking wet. I couldn’t hold back the moan at the feel of that wet pussy. I rubbed her clit, drawing circles and sliding my fingers up and down between her pussy lips. She tilted her head back, consumed by the moment.

But suddenly she came to, looked at me with dark eyes. She reached for my belt and made quick work of it. She undid my trousers and pulled my cock out and started stroking it. We had completely forgotten where we were, consumed by the extasy of the moment. We were both wanking each other off in a busy street in Central London. But we didn’t care. All I could think about was how her delicious pussy was coating my fingers in a slick layer of her juices. And how good her little hands wrapped around my cock felt. I could feel the wetness of the precum on my cock now. She used it to brush her thumb over my tip. I grinned “We should go back in or they’ll think we left without paying”. She nodded. I pulled my hand out of her panties and made her lick my fingers clean one by one. She did so with a smile on her face. I leaned in and licked her lips before kissing her deeply, greedy to also taste her pussy off her.

She brushed her dress and patted her hair, trying to make herself look decent again. I did my trousers and belt back up. But before we left, I pinned her down by her neck and whispered “I’m going to enjoy making you my dirty slut for the evening”. She simply gave me a provoking look back and kissed me one last time.

We went in and pretended as if we had just been out for some fresh air. I moved my chair next to hers and casually rested my hand on her thigh, moving it further up every now and then. We eventually shut the bar and made our way to my hotel room, but that’s a story for another day.

NSFW: yes

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