“Would you rather I wear a dress or jeans?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable in…a dress.”
“Would you rather I wear flats or heels? “
“Truly no preference.”
“Then, flats, I want to look you in your eyes.”
“Would you rather my curls up, exposing my neck, or down, allowing you to discover it?”
“Down.”
“Thong or briefs?”
“Our first time? Briefs, so I can discover your luscious ass and pull the fabric tight against your mound.”
“Would you rather I kiss your neck or mouth?”
“Mouth…deep.”
“Would you rather caress my ass or low back?”
“Back, then I’ll move down to your ass.”
“Would you rather I touch your chest or thigh?”
“Thigh. Then you can slide your hand over my hardening cock.”
***
I arrive at your place for our date that Saturday. My hair down, but pinned away from my face. I’m wearing a simple sundress, flats, and bright blue briefs with little lobsters on them. A nod to the B-52’s and coastal delights of my childhood.
You compliment and invite me in. We sit at your dining table, making small talk. Having spent countless hours texting and video chatting, this feels a bit performative.
Remembering our previously-played game, I place my hand on your thigh and squeeze gently, as I lean in and kiss you. Giving you free access to touch the small of my back and then slide your Demetevler Rus Escort hand down over my ass. God, I have wanted to do that for some time. “Same,” as if echoing my silent admission.
Picking up the game where we left off…
“Would you rather I sit in this chair or on the table?”
“Table.”
I stand and slide in front of you as you lean back, shifting up on to the table, my bare feet on either side your chair. Now sitting between my legs, your hands float up my bare calves. You push my dress up and kiss my knees. I giggle a little, it surprises me. Here I think I’m playing it cool, the ultimate sex kitten. When, in reality this game and your touch transport me back in time to an adolescent girl with a huge crush. My giggle makes you smile and encourages your advancement up my legs.
You rise to meet my eyes and flash that crooked smile of yours, the one that makes my stomach tighten and pussy jump. You kiss me, running your hands down the backs of my arms and up my thighs. My hands finding your hips, gently squeezing, pulling you into me. You slide a hand between my legs rubbing me softly through my damp cotton briefs. I moan into your mouth. You smile, “Yeah?” “Oh yeah.”
We continue our slow, mutual appreciation and exploration, until we can’t take it anymore. You Otele Gelen Rus Escort slide me to the edge of the table, slip off my now well-soaked Rock Lobsters and tease my opening. I slide my hand over your hard cock, which is straining against the fabric of your jeans. I tilt my pelvis toward you, encouraging your fingers as they slide inside my wet folds. I unbuckle your belt and jeans, allowing them to puddle around your Converse. I now slide my hands back to your ass, grabbing and squeezing. Hooking my thumbs into your boxer briefs’ waistband, finally freeing your from you own cotton cage.
Your fingers withdraw from my cunt and are placed in my mouth. Allowing me to taste and suck my juices from your digits. Your cock, slick with precum, now sliding up and down my swollen, pussy lips. Your tongue deep in my mouth as your delicious, thick, cock slides inside me. Filling me. I moan and pull myself into you, tilting my hips to allow you to go deeper into my vagina.
You start fucking me, slow and gentle. Rocking in and out of wet hole, kissing my neck and pinching my nipples to attention. My fingers dragging down your arms and chest. Our rhythm building as you begin to pump harder into my pussy. Me thrusting towards you, matching you; my clit hitting your pelvis, your balls smacking my ass, Balgat Rus Escort our thighs clapping with contact. Our orgasms begin to build; your hands on my hips, my hands now behind me on the table for leverage, thrusting into each other. My breasts bouncing, head falling back, but straining to keep eye-contact with you. We continue our pelvic dance, rising to a crescendo and climax we both clearly needed. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum” “Cum for me.” “I’m cumming.” “Shiiiiiiitttttt. Fuck.” Thrust. Gasp.
Both of us out of breath, looking into each other’s eyes. We lean into one another, foreheads pressed together, you still inside me, pulsing a bit with residual waves of release. You run your hands down my arms and I shiver, my nipples harden in an involuntary response to your touch.
I smile; eyes hooded with spent lust. Finally, I ask, “Would you rather stay here or move to the bedroom?”
You roll your head back and forth, looking into my eyes, smiling…that crooked smile. Saying nothing, your slide your arms around me and pull me close. I warp my legs around your waist, hooking my feet at the ankles. You kiss my cheeks and I search your face for answer. You smile and smack my ass, hard. “Youch!”
We both laugh to break the tension. “I need you on all fours, ass up on my bed in five minutes. I’ll grab us some water and meet you in there.”
Now, it is I who crooked-smiles at you, “I’d rather you be ass up and I’ll grab the waters.”
You kiss me, reach behind and unhook my ankles. You walk towards the kitchen. Pause. Look over your shoulder at me and turn down the hall to your bedroom, without a word. “Hell yeah,” I cat call in encouragement and scurry to the kitchen to grab the waters and join you….I very much, would rather play with you.