I handed him my underwear on our first date and it escalated [26F] – Short Sex Story

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So a guy I vaguely knew from college asked me out after we matched on tinder a few years ago. My hometown is small and boring, so him going from talking to the stereotypical famous type of girls to talking to the tattooed slutty nerd excited him so much from the get go.

Our first date we go out for drinks, the conversation brushes on sex but also we’re just joking around and flirting. The increasingly intense eye contact was so hot though – next thing I know, I come back from the bathroom and tell him to hold his hand out and close his eyes. I put my warm, wet thong in his hand and quickly closed his grip around it – the bar was so busy and we were not in a private booth – and sat back opposite him so I could see his face when he realised what had just happened out of the blue.

My god, his eyes went black.

He tells me we’re getting a hotel that night and books one as we walk to the car park where his car was. The entrance at night is through this half closed shopping centre which is glass and lit up inside (clubbers etc can see inside but you cannot see out) and as we went up the escalator he pulled my pleated skirt up to expose my pussy and ass to half of the city on a Saturday night! I hadn’t been out with someone who matched my energy for so long before that, men (especially under the age of 30) were usually so intimidated by how sexual I am so this was so unexpected and hot.

We get to the hotel just round the corner and they had overbooked, so they arranged for a taxi to take us to a different one in the same business and one to being us back for his car in the morning.

While we’re outside waiting for the taxi, I take his hand, walk us very slightly away from the main entrance and maintain eye contact as I put one of his fingers up my skirt to feel how wet I am. He’s grinning when our cab pulls up.

My date starts making casual conversation with me as his hand wanders up my skirt and starts playing with my pussy in the back of the taxi, sliding a finger in and out of me as I became TOO wet. I tried to close my legs out of embarrassment – if the driver looked into the back he’d be able to see up my skirt – but my date forced my legs back open with a dark look as he kept chatting to me, fingering my dripping cunt in the backseat.

We get to the hotel and we’re laughing once the taxi drives away, as I can feel my own juices practically running down my thighs at this point. I tell him while reception are sorting out our room that I’m gonna run to the toilet and mop up.

“No you’re not.”

“I don’t think you understand, it’s so much and people will see it in the light.”

“I said don’t you fucking dare.”

So I didn’t fucking dare. I sit on his knee in reception for our short wait – to passers by we look like a giggly young couple. Instead, we’re near strangers on a first date and his right hand is underneath me, one of his thick fingers furiously hitting my G-spot to the point where I’m scared I’m gonna squirt on him in close proximity to a bunch of people.

They signal for us that the room is ready and he licks his finger while we walk over.

NSFW: yes


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