0 comments/ 18336 views/ 2 favorites Blind Date Ch. 1 By: Cherie_Star It's a Saturday night and I am waiting nervously for the doorbell to ring. I fidget and straighten my skirt, fiddle with my makeup, tap my fingers...I'm waiting for a blind date. A friend had called and told me about this great guy she had met earlier in the week. We spoke on the phone and chatted a lot on the Internet, doing some heavy flirting through it all. We had basic descriptions and that was about it. I had never been set up before, thus the nervousness. Looking at my watch, I see that he should soon be here. Then the doorbell: I start to get up, smoothing my clothes, and hoping that I don't look sleazy. I am wearing a short, blue skirt and an ivory silk top that shows my cleavage. A tingle is tracing its way up and down my back and I have a feeling that tonight will be very interesting. I get to the door and open it hesitantly. What if he looks differently than he described himself? What if he doesn't like the way I look? Maybe looks shouldn't matter; we seemed to hit it off personality-wise in our conversations. I open the door and let out a sigh of relief through a smile: he is gorgeous! I let him in and take his coat, "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to find the building," I said. He smiled and replied, "No problem there. I'm Mark." I led him to the living room and asked him if he wanted some wine or beer. He said that a beer would be great and smiled again. My heart leapt into my throat. He was so sexy. I would definitely have to thank out mutual friend. I went to the kitchen and got a Corona out of the fridge and a glass of red wine for myself. I needed something to calm my nerves...and my raging hormones. Upon my return to the living room, I found he had made himself a little more comfortable. Relaxing in the overstuffed arm chair. I passed him the beer and sat down on the couch. "Well, we'll have to thank Rachel for setting us up," he said with a laugh. I was expecting someone charming and cute, but not this." I had to laugh, he had voiced my own thoughts out loud and I told him so. We sat and talked, getting to know each other better. We still had half and hour before our dinner reservations. I learned that he had the best smile and I couldn't' take my eyes off of his lips. I wondered what it would be like to nibble them...I think his mind was wandering the same way that mine was, because the sexual tension in the room had risen considerably. I didn't even know what he was talking about anymore, all I could think about was his body (very nice) and what I could do with it...and what it could do with me. He was pointing at his watch and saying we had better leave if we wanted to make our reservation. I didn't want to go but I also didn't want to give away the fact that I wanted him right now. I had never felt such a sexual attraction to a man I had just met. At the restaurant I toyed with my food. I was nervous again, having decided that I would find some way to lure this hunk back to my place. I really wanted him in my bed doing all sorts of fun things. As the dinner drew to an end I took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to seem like and sleazy girl, and I usually don't do things like this, but I really want to have sex with you. I feel great chemistry between us and I want to explore it." I waited with my breath held, terrified that he would laugh at me. He did smile and said, "I thought you would never ask. What do you say we leave right now?" Thank God. In the taxi we caressed and kissed, teasing each other. In the elevator we became more passionate and his kisses left me weak in the knees. His mouth was a sensuous as it looked. I fumbled with the keys to my apartment and led him back into the hallway. I immediately untucked his shirt and ran my hands along his chest. Oh my stars, he had a six-pack on his stomach. He grabbed me and held my ass, kissing me, nibbling my neck and shoulders. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair. I led him into the bedroom, unbuckling his belt along the way. I nibbled on his full lower lip and he groaned, "I want you sooo bad." He tore my blouse off and the bra underneath it soon followed. I dropped his pants and ripped off his shirt. I could feel the heat of his erection through his underwear. I grasped his shaft through the thin material and gasped at the size of it. I was immediately drenched and you could smell my musky scent in the air around us. He dropped to his knees and started kissing ever so slowly down to my mound. I shuddered as he came closer and closer to my lips. He spread them apart with his fingers and delicately pushed his tongue into the slippery folds. He began lapping ever so slowly at my clit and my knees threatened to give out. I had to let myself fall back onto the bed. I spread my legs wide and let him have better access to my steaming hole. He pushed his tongue deeper and started licking faster at my clit. At the same time he slipped two fingers into my now sopping wet hole and began to finger fuck me. My hips started to buck and I tangled my fingers into his hair, pushing his face even further into me. I could feel my orgasm welling up, and he could too. He stopped and looked up at me, juices covering his mouth. He grinned at me. I lay there panting, wanting release. He went back down, and gave me one last lick, from my vagina to my clit. And stopped again. This was torture...but two could play at that game. I sat up and patted the bed next to me. He got up and removed his underwear. He was HUGE! I firmly wrapped my hand around it and began to pump. His head fell back and I pumped faster and faster, applying pressure at the base of his cock every so often to keep him from getting too excited. I leaned forward and wrapped my full, red lips around the head, flicking with my tongue. He groaned and pushed my face down onto his throbbing cock. I deep-throated as much of the massive shaft as I could, still keeping a firm hold at the base. I didn't want this to end too soon. His breathing got heavier and mine quickened as well. I stopped sucking and gave him one last pump. "I want you in me," I breathed. "Right now." He complied by throwing me back onto the bed and spreading my legs. He placed the tip of his cock right on my pussy and ever so slightly pushed the head in. I arched my back and tried to get all of it and he pulled away, smiling wickedly at me. I moaned in frustration. "Please..." He repeated this again and again until I was squirming and groaning and begging him to fill me with his hard cock. Finally he obliged. He flung my legs up over his shoulders and still with that wicked smile drove all 9 inches into my steaming, juicy cunt. I would have screamed if I'd still had any breath left in me. Oh my god, did this ever feel good!! He slid almost all the way out and rammed it back in again. This time I did scream. My hips were moving on their own by this time and I was meeting him stroke for stroke. He leaned over and began to suck on my nipples, first one then the other. I moaned and thrashed on the bed, tangling my fingers into the sheets, tossing my head back and forth. I could feel my pussy clenching around his massive cock and knew that I would cum any minute now. My breath was coming in rapid, breathless little pants, and he was starting to breathe like a race horse. I took my legs from around his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist to get better leverage. I grabbed his ass and hung on as he rode me. Ramming me harder and harder until I could handle no more. I felt a familiar tingle starting in my belly and working its was down to my pussy. It started to spasm uncontrollably and I screamed again and again. He kept ramming and ramming and his hips began to buck. "C'mon baby, fill me with your cum...I want you to cum in me..." I moaned. "Please, cum in me." I felt his cock give several jerks and my pussy grabbed him tighter still. He released load after load into me and wanted every last drop of it in my hot, juicy pussy. He arched one final time and yelled: a primal, instinctive sound that made me cum again. Exhausted he collapsed on top of me and licked my nipples again, eliciting yet another small orgasm. I wrapped my arms around him, tracing patterns on his chest. He kissed me again, gently this time, and we feel asleep in each other's arms. To Be Continued... Blind Date Ch. 2 Chapter 2: The Next Morning I awoke several hours later, and looked at the beautiful creature sleeping next to me. I couldn't believe that we had made wild love within hours of meeting each other...a friend had set us up and we had really hit if off. So well, in fact, that I became the aggressor and asked him to come home with me. We had had wild, passionate sex and now, amazingly, I had awakened to want more. I reached over and slowly started to trace a fingernail up and down the length of his cock, keeping an eye on his face to gauge his reaction. Nothing...but I could feel his cock getting slightly bigger. I kept tracing little patterns and increasing the pressure to see if anything else would happen. Little by little my maneuvers were working. His cock was ever so slowly getting harder and bigger. Intrigued, I grasped it in my hand and cupped it loosely, letting my thumb delicately brush back and forth across the head. Definitely getting some reaction now. I kept this up for some time, just brushing, feathering, stroking -- thinking, What else I can I with it. I was turning myself on with my lusty ideas. I leaned forward and planted several tiny kisses on the head...Mark stirred a little and I held my breath...he didn't wake. I decided to see how long it would take for him to realize what I was doing to him. I kept kissing his penis up and down the shaft, while still rubbing the head with my thumb. He stirred again, but still didn't wake up. Finally, I licked my lips and leaned over and licked the entire length of it with my tongue. Just barely touching it I ran my tongue up and around the head, circling it again and again. He made some unintelligible noises...sleep talk, and shifted his hips...even in his sleep he wanted more. I carefully placed the head on my lips and, so as not to disturb him, slowly took his penis into my mouth. I was careful to only apply the lightest pressure with my lips and tongue. At last, I had his entire cock in my mouth and instead of sucking it in and out I just sucked, like you would suck a Popsicle. He really liked this, moaning a little in his sleep. I looked up and found him looking back at me. I smiled around a mouthful of hard cock...he made motions for me to continue. I kept up with the sucking motions and he slowly moved his hips to meet my mouth. He groaned quietly and reached down to caress the back of my neck while I was busy. I felt cold shivers of pleasure run down my spine at his touch. I was still keeping things nice and slow, waiting for his next move. He pushed a little harder now, and I sucked his cock deep into my throat. He moaned again, making his thrusts a little faster. I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing and releasing and his hips suddenly thrust upward. He grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth. I licked and sucked, still cupping his balls and massaging them. I pulled away and tasted his balls, licking them first, and then taking one and then the other into my mouth. He moaned loudly this time and I done it again. Then I popped his huge dick back into my mouth with a slurp. He pulled it back out saying, "I want to fuck your tits...". I eagerly complied, pushing my tits together around his cock to form a nice tight warm spot for it. He began to thrust long and hard between my breasts, and I licked the tip of his cock whenever it poked out. I could only imagine those long hard thrusts in my pussy right now. I let him take my tits into his hands and he began to play with my nipples. Rolling them between his fingers, kneading them. I let out a small gasp of pleasure. I let my now free hands slip underneath him and grab his delicious ass. I held his ass cheeks in my hands and began to knead them. He suddenly took his cock away from my breasts and slid it back into my warm, slippery mouth. He held onto the back of my head again and began ramming it in and out with abandon. I could hardly keep up he was thrusting so fast. But I tried. He was panting by now and I could feel his balls getting tighter as he got ready to cum. I slid a finger between my pussy lips and gave my clit a few flicks and he said, "No, I'll take care of you later. Right now, I want your hands on my body." Excited and aroused of what he might do for me later, I complied and ran my hands up and down his legs: feeling the big muscles in his upper thighs, quivering, wanting release. I sucked harder and harder, feeling his cock slide in and out of my lips, over my tongue. I could taste the pre-cum and wanted the real thing. I got my wish as he started to cum in my mouth, filling it. He took his dick out and started to jerk it, cumming all over my tits and face. I swallowed what was in my mouth and took his cock back in it. I wanted to suck him dry. I pumped back and forth, going more and more slowly as his spasms finally stopped. I looked up at him as he lay back with a very contented smile on his lips. "I can see we are in for a very interesting relationship," he said to me. "Now why don't you come back up here and see what I can do for you?" I smiled and climbed back onto the bed, ready for the next round... Once I was on the bed, Mark's hand reached over and began lightly caressing my breast. Rubbing it softly, flicking at my nipple every now and then to make it hard. Ahhh, it was going to be a good morning. He caught me watching him and smiled, "Good morning, hon...having fun yet?" I nodded my head and smiled. "Wanted to find a way to pay you back for last night," he said, still massaging my breasts. mmmm, delicious, I thought. "Well," I said, "you could always keep this up. I'm liking it already." Mark kept rubbing and flicking and leaned over to nuzzle my neck. I sighed and let him do whatever he wanted to me. His hands were warm and soft and I suspected he had found my massage oils...he smelled lightly of mandarin oranges. Yummy. He lifted one hand away and let it trace up and down my ribcage, tickling softly, up and down, side to side. I closed my eyes and let myself be lulled by the motion. Then I felt his mouth on my nipple, tonguing it, making it harder. I arched my back to press it further into his mouth. He was still tracing circles on my torso, dipping further down with each pass that he made. I could feel myself wet -- wanting him. His hand finally cupped my pubic mound grinding into it. He was still licking my nipples, taking turns with them. I wound my fingers into his hair, tugging gently at it, letting him know I appreciated what he was doing. He must have felt how wet I was getting, because he slipped a finger into my slit, rubbing his finger up and down my clit, making it stand to attention. My legs parted slightly, giving him better access. He slowly lifted his head from my breast and kissed me full on the mouth, letting me feel the velvet touch of his tongue. He started kissing my neck and shoulders, moving to my breasts again...down my stomach and finally my pussy. His tongue lapped lightly at my swollen lips, darting in and out to flick my clit every so often. My hips were making slow circles, keeping pace with his relaxed rhythm. I reached for his neck, pushing his face into my crotch, wanting him to please me. He kept going slower and slower, making me whimper in need. I was moaning his name now, as he stopped. He looked up at me with my juices all over his face, smiled devilishly, and flipped me over onto my stomach. He started to rub up and down my back, from the crack of my ass to my neck in long, firm strokes. I curled my toes in pleasure and let out a groan. I felt him shifting around, parting my legs and thought he was getting set up to start eating me again...he didn't. He positioned himself over me, spread my legs with his knees and slowly, slowly entered me from behind. I bit my lip to keep from screaming...his cock felt bigger than it ever had before. I relaxed my pussy and let him enter bit by bit. I felt his weight settle on top of me and he started to move his cock in and out in long, slow thrusts...kissing my neck and back while doing so. I had yet to lay a finger on him. I kept moaning and rotating my hips to keep up with him. Keeping that same slow pace, feeling an orgasm coming on already. He felt it too and sped up a little, still using that long thrust that was driving me crazy with desire. My pussy started to clench and I started to pant, vibrating, cumming quietly. He whispered in my ear, "Wanna do it again?" I nodded my head. He brought me up to my knees, grabbed my tits in his hands, and let his cock slide completely out. I wiggled my ass invitingly and he took a hold of my hips and plunged the length of is in to the hilt in one swift movement. I screamed his name this time, probably waking the neighbors and not caring. He done it again and again, sliding his cock out and slamming it back in. I could feel his balls slapping off my ass and smell my musky scent in the air. We were both grunting now, panting and sweating, frantic to cum. I fell to my hands for support and one of his hands reached around to finger my clit. Sweat was rolling off my body and his; we were making slapping sounds now. I was saying his name again and again, telling him to fuck me harder, deeper, faster...I wanted us to cum together. He listened to me and started pistoning his cock in and out of my juicy hole with abandon. He was groaning now and I looked over my shoulder at him. The concentration on his face blew me away and I started to cum, pussy muscles making a slick fist around his cock. He yelled that he was cumming too and we both shuddered and groaned and screamed our way to a simultaneous orgasm. I fell to the bed exhausted and he fell on top of me, saying my name softly. I rolled him off of me, putting him onto his back, kissed him and asked, "Wanna have a shower? It's big enough for two..." To Be Continued... Blind Date Ch. 3 Chapter 3: In The Shower After several weeks, Mark and Cherie were experiencing some sexual tedium. Cherie decided that she had to do something to spice things up, so to speak. She left a note for Mark in his e-mail, telling him to meet her at a good Italian restaurant the next night...8pm sharp and dress nice. She had never attempted something like this before, and felt butterflies at the thought of it...but nothing ventured, nothing gained had always been her motto. Mark called that night, "What's with all the mystery?" he asked. "Well, I wanted to celebrate the 2 month anniversary of our meeting and thought we could go out. Is that okay? You don't have plans already, do you?" He said no, but was curious and would be there. Cherie smiled into the phone, "It'll be a night you'll never forget," she said. Wednesday night rolled around and Cherie raced home from work to change. She had bought a silk dress just for the occasion and wanted to pretty herself up for the expensive restaurant. At 7:30 she was ready and hopped into her car to drive to the restaurant. She arrived with 15 minutes to spare and found Mark already there, waiting at the bar. "You were just as anxious as me," she laughed. "I am," he said, "I couldn't stop thinking about it all day." "You look great," she said to him. He did look great. Wearing a nice pair of tailored khakis, starched shirt, hair all combed...and he smelled even better. "You too, where did you get the dress?" She twirled around for him, letting the skirt flare out around her legs, giving him a good look along with half the bar. "Bought is special. Now let's go get our table and get something to eat." They sat down, ordered wine to start and a meal to follow. They made idle chit-chat about their days while waiting. Cherie slipped her foot out of her shoe and slowly traced her toes up and down his calf underneath his pants. He stopped with his wine glass halfway to his mouth and smiled at her. He knew something was up, she was never this sassy in public. Cherie ordered more wine and excused herself to the ladies room. She came back with fresh lipstick and handed him a small, wadded up ball of black silk: her panties. Mark's eyes grew big as he realized what he held in his hand, and she laughed at him. She always wanted to do that, just to see what kind of reaction it would get. Dinner sped by, with the two of them passing sexual innuendoes back and forth. She kept playing footsies with him under the table, making him hard with her fiery glances and playful banter...the panties in his pocket didn't hurt either. When dinner was over, she looked at Mark and asked, "Are you coming home with me tonight?" "Of course I am, babe...I'd have to be crazy not to," Mark replied, grinning at her. The tingles in her stomach intensified...she loved that feral smile of his. "Can you drive us then? I'll pick up my car tomorrow." He agreed and they jumped into his car for the short ride home. Once Cherie got situated, she hiked her skirt up and let him have a long, lingering look at what the night held in store. She was wearing thigh-high stockings that perfectly showcased her newly waxed pubic hair. She had had it done the day before, just for tonight. She could see a growing bulge in his pants...just the effect she had been looking for. The ride home seemed to take forever...Mark was talking dirty to her the entire way and she couldn't keep her hands off of him or herself, either. By the time they got to her apartment she was soaked and he was rock hard. She stripped in the hallway, leaving the stockings and heels on. She walked seductively to the bedroom, leading the way. He entered the room and gasped...candles were everywhere, the bed was covered in a plush new comforter, and a box sat atop it. "This is great," he said. "But what's in the box?" "Open it and see, I got it for you." He walked over to the bed, tore the ribbon and paper off and opened it. His eyes grew round and he looked up with a devilish smile on his face. "You remembered. Wow." The box contained some silk scarves, feathers, massage oils, and other assorted erotic toys. He had expressed interest in the past in some light bondage, and Cherie had said she never trusted anyone enough to do it. He knew how important this was. He got up, walked over to her and kissed her passionately, massaging her shoulders and back while doing so. "Babe, you didn't have to do this, really." "I wanted to...ever since you mentioned it I've wanted to. Do you like it?" "Of course, I like it. It's gonna be a dream come true." He kept kissing her tenderly, leading her to the bed...unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and caressing her body with the other. He laid her down gently, let his shirt fall to the floor and unbuttoned his pants, stepping out of them. He was commando too, cock sticking out hard and thick. Cherie licked her lips at the sight of it. He leaned over her, running his hands through her hair and asked, "You certain you want to do this?" She nodded her head and looked deep into his eyes so he would know that she was telling the truth. "Okay," he said, "I'll take good care of you, babe." He lay down next to her and started kissing her again, tongue flickering in and out of her mouth, stopping every so often to nuzzle her neck. She reached her hands up to touch his face and he took them in his own, not letting her. He raised them above her head, pinning them there, stretching her body out. Her breasts were high and firm, nipples rosy in the candlelight. He leaned his head down and licked at one, grazing it with his tongue and then taking the whole bud into his mouth. She moaned his name, "Mark, oh my god, Mark..." He done the same thing with the other breast and then started licking his way down her belly only to stop short of her waiting lips and lick his way back up again. Cherie's hands were still pinned above her head, preventing her from returning any favors. He finally came back up to her face and looked at her, smiling. In his free hand he held two scarves...she nodded at him again. "Mark, please..." He took one hand and brought it to the bed post, took the scarf and tied it around the two of them in a loose knot. "You can get free if you want to, but I'm hoping you won't try. It's more fun not to." "Okay, I won't try, I promise." He repeated the moves all over with the other hand and when she was tied in place, bent his head toward her and kissed her face. He moved back down to her breasts again, sucking the nipples, kneading them in his hands. She was close to cumming already and he knew it. He kept kissing her nipples, alternately sucking hard on them and licking them lightly. Cherie moaned loudly and went rigid...she came quietly, breathing his name again and again. "Told you it would be fun," he said. He started licking his way down her stomach again...hands still on her breasts, squeezing them. She was breathing heavily now, "Mark, please, please fuck me with your tongue...I want to cum all over your face..." He parted her thighs and placed his tongue at the opening of her lips...tasting them, inhaling the smell. She moved her hips, trying to get closer to him. He moved away, teasing her. Then darted his tongue forward and flicked her clitoris lightly, sending tingles up and down her body. Mark spread her lips with his fingers and pushed his face into her pussy. Licking hard now, letting it slide between her clit and her hot hole. Cherie groaned loudly, grinding her hips into his face, pushing against him for full contact. She felt his slide one finger, then two into her pussy and he started plunging them in and out, still licking her clit. She writhed around on the bed, head rolling back and forth, breath coming in gasps. Cumming all over his face, hips bucking, screaming with pleasure. He gave one last lick and then sat up and smiled at her. "Mark, want to taste your cock...please, babe." He sat back and made her watch as he started to stroke himself. She moaned in frustration, not taking her eyes off of him. She could see the pre-cum glistening on the head, and licked her lips. He started stroking faster and faster, kneeling over her now. Then in one swift movement he lay down atop her and slid his cock into her. Cherie screamed his name out loud as he entered and came immediately, quivering and shaking. Mark slid back, sliding all the way out and then plunged in again. Faster and faster, groaning her name over and over. "Come on baby, fuck me," he told her. "Fuck me hard, cum for me again..." Cherie's hips were bucking fast now, rising up to meet him, holding on to the bed posts for support. She wrapped her silky legs around his firm ass and wouldn't let go. She wanted him to cum. "Oh, Mark, love your hard, thick cock...want it faster, deeper, want to make you scream with desire, want to make you hot, want to make you cum...", she cried out. His cock was pistoning in and out of her faster and faster and when she felt the first jerk of his cock, her tightened her muscles around him, milking him dry. He buried his head between her breasts, saying my name over and over. The air was thick with the smell of sex and passion. Cherie breathed deeply and looked at him tenderly. He met her gaze, kissed her lips, cheeks, eyelids. Her breathing started to slow down. She let her hands fall from the scarves, looked up at him and said, "Now it's your turn..." "Cherie, you don't need to if you don't want to..." Mark said. "But I do want to," she said. "I want to bring you to the heights of pleasure babe." She smiled at him and brought the scarves out again...waggling them in front of his face. He smiled, "Okay, hon, bring it on." She tied his arms the same way that he had tied hers, loosely, just enough to keep him down. She leaned over him, grazing his lips, kissing him gently. She traced his lips with her tongue, delicately poking it into his mouth and withdrawing it. Teasing him. Cherie reached for a candle that had been burning on the night stand and blew it out. She let the wax cool and started letting drops splatter onto his chest. While it was still warm she spread it around, over his nipples, across his chest. He moaned lightly and the sound sent shivers down her spine. She kept kissing him gently, nibbling on his lips, his neck, his ears; looked down and seen that he was growing hard. She started kissing her way down his chest, to his stomach and back up again. She reached down and picked a peacock feather out of the box of toys and brought it up, letting him see it. Taking the feather, she traced a line down his stomach, down to his erection, brushing it, tickling him. His breath was becoming erratic. "Are you having fun, Mark? Do you like the sensations that I'm causing?" she asked him. "God, Cherie, this is great..." he breathed. "Are you hot for me yet?" Cherie breathed. "Yes, so hot...wish you could cool me off..." "Not yet, babe. Good things come to those who wait," She was being evil and he knew it. Cherie suddenly jumped off of the bed and ran out of the room. Mark looked on with a bewildered expression. She flicked out to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing something she knew that he liked. She ran back into the bedroom holding them in her hand...a carton of fresh strawberries. She had remembered him mentioning that he liked plain strawberries and had picked some up for him. He smiled at her as she sat down on the bed next to him. She picked a plump, juicy berry out of the carton and held it between my fingers, placing it over his mouth. His lips wrapped around it and he bit it in half. She put the remaining half in his mouth for him and took another full one out of the carton. He licked the tip of this one before biting it...She was finding this strangely erotic... Cherie put the strawberries off to one side and leaned over and kissed him, letting her tongue slide sensuously into his mouth, thrusting at him. She could still taste the berries on his breath. She wrapped her hands in his hair and he went to do the same, only to bring up solid because of the scarves. She laughed gently, "Ah, ah, ah. No touching for you this evening. I'm the one that gets to have all the fun tonight." Mark groaned in frustration, "I guess I deserve this for earlier, don't I?" She nodded my head and started kissing him again, letting her hand trail down his chest, down his belly, and finally taking his erection in it. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, grasping it firmly. Her hand slide along the length of if, thumb rubbing the head, spreading pre-cum across it. His hips were rocking, making the bed creak. She lifted her hand to my mouth and licked the precum off of her fingers, letting him see her tongue slide slowly across each and every one of them. His breathing hitched in his throat and he swallowed loudly. "Would you like me to do that to something else?" Cherie asked. "Oh, Cherie, you can do that to whatever you want," he panted. She smiled and leaned down, trailing my tongue across his belly, over his cock, down to his balls. Taking one into her mouth and sucked it lightly. He groaned loudly and the sound made shivers run up and down her spine. She licked back up to the head of his cock and started licking it like a lollipop, making little slurping noises as she did so. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and started to suck. Gently at first, and only the head. He was moving his ass around, trying to push more of it into hot mouth, but she kept moving away from him. "Suck me, please. Oh god, suck me off," he moaned. Cherie looked up at him, catching his eyes, and then took the entire shaft into heruth in one swift motion. He animalistic grunt made herngle. She started to pump him in and out of her mouth, tongue licking the underside of his cock, lips holding tight. "You're so hot," he said. "So wet, so hot, making me want to cum in your mouth." She pumped faster now, holding his balls in my hand, gently cupping them. She was waiting for them to contract, telling her when he was ready. Cherie was whimpering now too, getting horny for him, wanting to do nothing more than jump on him and ride him till we were both satisfied. He was bucking wildly beneath me now and she felt the contraction she was looking for. Then his cock started jerking, spurting load after load of hot, salty cum into her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as sheI could, but some of it still escaped, flowing out onto her chin, dripping onto her breasts. She let him slide from my mouth and smiled. "You feel better now, hon?" "Oh yeah. That was great." "And I've only just begun," she said with a wicked grin. "Ahhhhhh, have mercy on my bod," he said, smiling back. She fed him more strawberries, letting him get his energy back up. Watching the way he was eating them was definitely making me hot. He knew it too, and became more and more erotic with them, licking them and sucking them before biting them. She couldn't wait any longer and started kissing him again, tongue sliding around in his mouth aggressively, nibbling and sucking his lips. Mark stared to shift around on the bed and she knew she was making him hard again. Perfect. Still kissing him, her hand slid between my legs, priming herself for him. Her fingers slid across her clit, making her shudder. She fingered myself lightly, moaning softly with passion. She decided that she was wet enough and slid her hand out and straddled him. She took his cock in her hand and placed it just so, taking great care to position it properly and tease him at the same time. Then, in one smooth motion, she let it slide into her hot hole. She was moaning loudly and so did he. Cherie stayed in an upright position, so he could see exactly what she was doing to herself. She took both of her breasts into her hands and started kneading them; letting her thumbs brush across her nipples, making them hard. Her hips pumped slowly, controlling the pace, hardly moving. His eyes were locked on hers, pupils dilated. She let go of one breast and slid her free hand down her belly, toward her pubic area...his eyes never moved. She slid a finger in between her lips, finding her hard clit. She started stroking it and rubbing it making her hips move faster. He was started pumping faster too, reading her mind. She took her hand off of her breast, away from her clit, and leaned over him, kissing him softly, gently, pressing herself against his chest. "Having fun, Mark? Do you like what I'm doing?" she asked with a smile. "Yes," he breathed. She sat up slightly, still pumping her hips, and slid a nipple into his mouth. His latched on willingly and started to alternately lick and suck it. She began to move faster again...breathing heavily now. "Babe, I'm gonna cum I think," she moaned. "Oh, yeah, cum for me...cum all over me," he said. Cherie reached up and took a hold of the headboard for better leverage and started riding him. Her hair was flying all over the place, sweat was running down her body in large drops. She was saying his name over and over. "C'mon, Cherie, fuck me harder," he said. "I know you can go harder than this." She started moving more quickly, sliding up and down his shaft, panting, whimpering. Breasts swaying back and forth in front of his face. She was quivering all over, getting closer and closer. She finally threw her head back, screaming like a banshee. Cumming and cumming and cumming, again and again. He was yelling to, telling her to fuck him, make him cum. She was still riding him like a bucking bronco and still cumming... His back arched then, and she knew he was cumming too. His cock jerked deep inside her, letting out his load. They were both screaming like animals now, making unintelligible noises. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she said, laying atop him, his cock still inside her, softening. "That was great, Mark. I'm glad you told me you had this thing you wanted to do." "I'm glad you trusted me enough to do it," Mark replied. "That was wild and I loved it." Cherie untied him and lay down next to him, her hand on his chest. He placed his hand over hers and that's the way they fell asleep. Sweet dreams... Blind Date Ch. 4 I woke up the following morning to Mark's voice bellowing loudly in the shower...trilling bird he ain't...but that's okay, I like him anyway. I got up and stretched, letting the muscles unkink from the romp the night before. My spine crackled, my thighs creaked, and I felt great. I briefly entertained the thought of joining him in the shower and decided I had better not. We would only end up back in bed, and I would be late for work. I pulled my old robe on and padded out to the kitchen, put on a pot of tea, grabbed a bag of bagels from the fridge and set about making as good a breakfast as my small cooking talent would allow. Hope he likes half-burnt bagels, I thought. Mark glided into the kitchen wearing nothing but a small white towel. My heart skipped a beat and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He still had this effect on me; and instead of growing less intense it seemed to get deeper. He hooked an arm around my waist and nuzzled my neck, smelling my hair. I was glad I brushed my teeth while he was in the shower. I caught the back of his head with my hand and brought his face closer to mine, nibbling his lower lip, licking it softly. I was getting hot and bothered when the bagels popped out of the toaster, making me jump and making us both laugh. I took cream cheese out of the fridge and laid it on the table. "Do you have to work today?" I asked him. "No. I think I may just settle down with a good book, some good music, and relax. What time do you think you'll be home?" "Late probably. I've got to train a new bartender, stuff like that. Don't wait up for me." I finished my bagel, dusted off my hands, and started for the shower. He got up too, and started for the bedroom to dress. When I got out he was dressed in his favorite gym shorts and T-shirt: his lounging clothes, I called them. He already had a little stack of paperbacks piled on the coffee table and was programming the CD player. He was so gorgeous...but no, I had to work. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and pressed myself against his back, kissing the nape of his neck. I could just reach. He turned around, took my face in his hands, and kissed me passionately and slowly, tasting me. I was becoming aroused and he knew it. "I'll be waiting here for you, sweetie. Thinking about you all day." Mark grinned at me and I almost caved again. But no, I really had a lot of work to do today. I stood on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You'd better be waiting for me," I said. "And think only good thoughts..." I left and walked to work with a smile on my face. Unfortunately the smile didn't last long. I quickly discovered that the new girl had lied on her application and knew next to nothing. She could be taught though, if I had the patience. I did, and she learned quickly. I told her she was probationary for the next two months. After that she would get benefits, and a pay hike. Then I had to untangle more messes: inventory, ordering, scheduling conflicts...all told it was a long, hard day. As I left work I imagined Mark puttering around the house, maybe cooking, probably reading and napping all day. I know that's what I would have done, had I been in his shoes. I got to the apartment and let myself in to a silent, empty house. There was a note on the kitchen table: Cherie, Got called into work. Sorry, hon. Dinner is in the oven, hope you like Chinese. Oh no...I groaned inwardly. Oh well, maybe he'd be off sooner than he thought. In the meantime, I'd eat and have a bath, and maybe spend some time with a good book. I was getting ready for bed when the phone rang. I picked it up, expecting to hear that I was needed at work, but it was Mark. "How are you, honey? I'm sorry I had to go." "I'm good. Getting ready to hit the hay, actually," I told him. "Aww, hope I'm not keeping you awake." I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'd stay awake for you anytime. And you know it. Still working?" "Yes. Looks like I'll be here for hours yet. Soo...what are you wearing?" "Mark!" "Well, I'm curious. I'm here all by myself and needed some happy thoughts." "Well, just to satisfy your curiosity, I'm wearing that little nightie that you like so much. And no panties..." "Mmmmm, sounds nice. Do you wish I was there with you?" he asked. "Of course. I wish you're hands and lips were on me right now." I was smiling now too, playing his game. "Maybe, I'll just substitute my hands for yours...sound like a good game plan?" "Oh, god yes, babe," he breathed. "By all means." "Okay, listen close hon. I'm rubbing my nipples through my nightie, making them hard. I'm rolling them between my fingers...you like?" "Yes, keep going..." "I'm still holding one breast in my hand, running the other up and down my sides and stomach, getting closer and closer to my pussy. Up and down, so softly, sending tingles from my face to my toes. Sliding my fingers between my lips, tweaking my clit...I'm so wet for you, Mark...so hot and wet." "Mmmmm, keep going hon, I'm hanging onto your every word." "I take my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, licking the juice off of them, the way that you would." "Oh god...Cher, have you still got that dildo?" "Yes," I said, rolling over to get it from the toy box we kept under the bed. "It's in my hand right now..." "Please, please, use it and pretend it's me...and put us on speakerphone...I want your hands free." "Okay, we're on. And I forgot how pretty this dildo was..." I teased him, laughing. "Do whatever you want...just be sure and tell me exactly what you're doing." "You bet. Ready?" I purred. "So ready," he said. "Okay, I'm letting my hands explore my body, caressing myself. My shoulders, my chest, my breasts through the thin material of my nightie. Making my nipples harder with each pass I make over them. I slowly let my hands slide down to my sweet spot, roaming over my clitoris, making my shiver. Lightly stroking it, pretending it's your tongue on me. I let the fingers from my other hand slide to my juicy hole...grazing the inner lips...letting one slide in soooo very slowly." Mark groaned audibly, and I smiled. I hoped there was no one around to see him. "I'm so wet, baby. So hot thinking about your body on me, in me. I'm taking the dildo in my hand now...letting it slide between my lips, pressing against my clit, sliding further down and letting the head of it slide inside me. It's so big...I can feel it stretching me. Baby, feels so good." "Oh my god, Cherie. Making me so hard," he breathed. "Want to make love to you...wish I was there with you now." "But you are, hon. You're right with me every step of the way. Now, I slide the dildo further in, letting is go right to the hilt, squeezing it with my muscles the way I know you like to be squeezed. My hips are moving now, keeping rhythm with my hand. I can smell myself, I'm so wet. Don't you wish you could smell me, Mark? Smell how hot I am? How wet?" "Mmmmm, want to taste you," he said. "I'm taking my fingers away from my clit and bringing them back up to my mouth, licking and sucking all the juice off of them...hear it? I'm still pumping this huge cock in and out too, babe, faster and faster, imagining it's you inside me. I'm getting ready to cum, is that what you want? Do you want me to cum all over my hand?" "Yesss," be groaned. I really hoped no one was with him. "Are you ready to cum with me? Are you all hard and ready? Is your cock in your hand? I hope it is, baby, cause I'm cumming." I was too, the thick rubber dildo sliding in and out with incredible speed, fingers sliding over my clit, I was moaning and groaning now, writhing on the bed, calling out his name, knowing he could hear me. Then, he was beside me, covering me with kisses, licking his way down my chest, sucking briefly at a nipple. My eyes were wide in amazement. "How? What?" And then I realized he had been talking to me from the car. I slid the dildo out and ripped his clothes off of him, unleashing a huge erection. The head of his penis was covered in pre-cum and I finally realized how hot I had made him. Wow...I thought. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, letting my breasts sway over him. I slid down onto his hard, thick cock in one swift motion, enveloping him in me. He groaned and I screamed. His hands took a hold of my hips and we started to move, thrusting at each other wildly, panting and screaming closer and closer to orgasm. We came together in a matter of minutes. And I came again as he continued to thrust. "Oh, baby, you're so hot. You make me so hot," I was whispering in his ear. "Cherie, hon, you're incredible," he was saying back. I came again, for the third time and collapsed onto his now sweaty chest, panting hard to catch my breath. When I finally felt revived enough I slid off, and laughed. "You are the most evil person I have ever met," I told him. "Ahh, but it was so fun. I waited at the laundromat until I knew you'd be getting ready for bed and then made my move. Mmmm, Cherie, that was awesome." "I know babe, we'll have to do it again sometime." I leaned over and kissed him deeply, rested my head on his chest and drifted away to sleep. Until next time... To Be Continued... Blind Date Ch. 5 I woke up the following morning to Mark's voice bellowing loudly in the shower...trilling bird he ain't...but that's okay, I like him anyway. I got up and stretched, letting the muscles unkink from the romp the night before. My spine crackled, my thighs creaked, and I felt great. I briefly entertained the thought of joining him in the shower and decided I had better not. We would only end up back in bed, and I would be late for work. I pulled my old robe on and padded out to the kitchen, put on a pot of tea, grabbed a bag of bagels from the fridge and set about making as good a breakfast as my small cooking talent would allow. Hope he likes half-burnt bagels, I thought. Mark glided into the kitchen wearing nothing but a small white towel. My heart skipped a beat and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He still had this effect on me; and instead of growing less intense it seemed to get deeper. He hooked an arm around my waist and nuzzled my neck, smelling my hair. I was glad I brushed my teeth while he was in the shower. I caught the back of his head with my hand and brought his face closer to mine, nibbling his lower lip, licking it softly. I was getting hot and bothered when the bagels popped out of the toaster, making me jump and making us both laugh. I took cream cheese out of the fridge and laid it on the table. "Do you have to work today?" I asked him. "No. I think I may just settle down with a good book, some good music, and relax. What time do you think you'll be home?" "Late probably. I've got to train a new bartender, stuff like that. Don't wait up for me." I finished my bagel, dusted off my hands, and started for the shower. He got up too, and started for the bedroom to dress. When I got out he was dressed in his favorite gym shorts and t-shirt: his lounging clothes, I called them. He already had a little stack of paperbacks piled on the coffee table and was programming the CD player. He was so gorgeous...but no, I had to work. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and pressed myself against his back, kissing the nape of his neck. I could just reach. He turned around, took my face in his hands, and kissed me passionately and slowly, tasting me. I was becoming aroused and he knew it. "I'll be waiting here for you, sweetie. Thinking about you all day." Mark grinned at me and I almost caved again. But no, I really had a lot of work to do today. I stood on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You'd better be waiting for me," I said. "And think only good thoughts..." I left and walked to work with a smile on my face. Unfortunately the smile didn't last long. I quickly discovered that the new girl had lied on her application and knew next to nothing. She could be taught though, if I had the patience. I did, and she learned quickly. I told her she was probationary for the next two months. After that she would get benefits, and a pay hike. Then I had to untangle more messes: inventory, ordering, scheduling conflicts...all told it was a long, hard day. As I left work I imagined Mark puttering around the house, maybe cooking, probably reading and napping all day. I know that's what I would have done, had I been in his shoes. I got to the apartment and let myself in to a silent, empty house. There was a note on the kitchen table: Cherie, Got called into work. Sorry, hon. Dinner is in the oven, hope you like Chinese. Oh no...I groaned inwardly. Oh well, maybe he'd be off sooner than he thought. In the meantime, I'd eat and have a bath, and maybe spend some time with a good book. I was getting ready for bed when the phone rang. I picked it up, expecting to hear that I was needed at work, but it was Mark. "How are you, honey? I'm sorry I had to go." "I'm good. Getting ready to hit the hay, actually," I told him. "Aww, hope I'm not keeping you awake." I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'd stay awake for you anytime. And you know it. Still working?" "Yes. Looks like I'll be here for hours yet. Soo...what are you wearing?" "Mark!" "Well, I'm curious. I'm here all by myself and needed some happy thoughts." "Well, just to satisfy your curiosity, I'm wearing that little nightie that you like so much. And no panties..." "Mmmmm, sounds nice. Do you wish I was there with you?" he asked. "Of course. I wish you're hands and lips were on me right now." I was smiling now too, playing his game. "Maybe, I'll just substitute my hands for yours...sound like a good game plan?" "Oh, god yes, babe," he breathed. "By all means." "Okay, listen close hon. I'm rubbing my nipples through my nightie, making them hard. I'm rolling them between my fingers...you like?" "Yes, keep going..." "I'm still holding one breast in my hand, running the other up and down my sides and stomach, getting closer and closer to my pussy. Up and down, so softly, sending tingles from my face to my toes. Sliding my fingers between my lips, tweaking my clit...I'm so wet for you, Mark...so hot and wet." "Mmmmm, keep going hon, I'm hanging onto your every word." "I take my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, licking the juice off of them, the way that you would." "Oh god...Cher, have you still got that dildo?" "Yes," I said, rolling over to get it from the toy box we kept under the bed. "It's in my hand right now..." "Please, please, use it and pretend it's me...and put us on speakerphone...I want your hands free." "Okay, we're on. And I forgot how pretty this dildo was..." I teased him, laughing. "Do whatever you want...just be sure and tell me exactly what you're doing." "You bet. Ready?" I purred. "So ready," he said. "Okay, I'm letting my hands explore my body, caressing myself. My shoulders, my chest, my breasts through the thin material of my nightie. Making my nipples harder with each pass I make over them. I slowly let my hands slide down to my sweet spot, roaming over my clitoris, making my shiver. Lightly stroking it, pretending it's your tongue on me. I let the fingers from my other hand slide to my juicy hole...grazing the inner lips...letting one slide in soooo very slowly." Mark groaned audibly, and I smiled. I hoped there was no one around to see him. "I'm so wet, baby. So hot thinking about your body on me, in me. I'm taking the dildo in my hand now...letting it slide between my lips, pressing against my clit, sliding further down and letting the head of it slide inside me. It's so big...I can feel it stretching me. Baby, feels so good." "Oh my god, Cherie. Making me so hard," he breathed. "Want to make love to you...wish I was there with you now." "But you are, hon. You're right with me every step of the way. Now, I slide the dildo further in, letting is go right to the hilt, squeezing it with my muscles the way I know you like to be squeezed. My hips are moving now, keeping rhythm with my hand. I can smell myself, I'm so wet. Don't you wish you could smell me, Mark? Smell how hot I am? How wet?" "Mmmmm, want to taste you," he said. "I'm taking my fingers away from my clit and bringing them back up to my mouth, licking and sucking all the juice off of them...hear it? I'm still pumping this huge cock in and out too, babe, faster and faster, imagining it's you inside me. I'm getting ready to cum, is that what you want? Do you want me to cum all over my hand?" "Yesss," be groaned. I really hoped no one was with him. "Are you ready to cum with me? Are you all hard and ready? Is your cock in your hand? I hope it is, baby, cause I'm cumming." I was too, the thick rubber dildo sliding in and out with incredible speed, fingers sliding over my clit, I was moaning and groaning now, writhing on the bed, calling out his name, knowing he could hear me. Then, he was beside me, covering me with kisses, licking his way down my chest, sucking briefly at a nipple. My eyes were wide in amazement. "How? What?" And then I realized he had been talking to me from the car. I slid the dildo out and ripped his clothes off of him, unleashing a huge erection. The head of his penis was covered in pre-cum and I finally realized how hot I had made him. Wow...I thought. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, letting my breasts sway over him. I slid down onto his hard, thick cock in one swift motion, enveloping him in me. He groaned and I screamed. His hands took a hold of my hips and we started to move, thrusting at each other wildly, panting and screaming closer and closer to orgasm. We came together in a matter of minutes. And I came again as he continued to thrust. "Oh, baby, you're so hot. You make me so hot," I was whispering in his ear. "Cherie, hon, you're incredible," he was saying back. I came again, for the third time and collapsed onto his now sweaty chest, panting hard to catch my breath. When I finally felt revived enough I slid off, and laughed. "You are the most evil person I have ever met," I told him. "Ahh, but it was so fun. I waited at the laundromat until I knew you'd be getting ready for bed and then made my move. Mmmm, Cherie, that was awesome." "I know babe, we'll have to do it again sometime." I leaned over and kissed him deeply, rested my head on his chest and drifted away to sleep. Until next time...