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First Physical Date Ch. 1

By: Julian



 ["The first kiss tells the person whether you're likeable or loveable."]

Julian and Dana kept kissing all through dinner and out of the parking lot. Many perverse fantasies had already been played out online, and now a face-to-face with the best results. He stood six-two, broad shoulders and chest with long legs and a smile in the brown eyes under his black hair. She was golden tanned with wavy blonde-streaked hair, a firm, fine figure and the desires of her perky breast jutting past the silk of her blouse. Julian had admired her ass, noticing there existed no panty line, and perhaps no panties. This made him throb in his silk boxers, the rutting cock moving like a python in the underbrush.

"Did you bring a rental?"

"No", she replied, "I hoped that I wouldn't need it."

Julian smiled, saying, "That's not all springing eternal right now."

Another kiss, tongues gently lapping at one another, and hands creeping back and forth, and Julian and Dana piled into the cab of his pick-up truck, necking like teenagers on a first date. She let her heels hit the floor, savoring the taste of his neck on her taste buds and seeing his powerful arm encircle her desperately. He slick, smooth hands went over his slacks, roaming along the thigh and tracing a line towards the groin. She noticed the thickened wool rising in a tent, making the beautiful young woman's eyes widening with need.

"Shit Jules, I've gotta put this in my mouth!"

Julian glided over her back and down along her ass, his thick fingers tracing the round, warm ass. They dove under the hem, raising the skirt gently, the air-conditioning letting the fine hair of her smooth derriere rise, the electricity coursing through her thighs.

"No panties", he replied. "Thank you."

Dana pulled away from his kiss, looking in his eyes: "For what?"

His fingers crept further along the fissure of her buttocks, his nail pulling the beads of sexy sweat of anticipation from her ass. "Not even a thong..."

"Why keep it from you...or myself?" She giggled, and then groaned as his kisses slathered her neck with bites and pecks, tantalizing her more as she rubbed her body against his side. The truck sat idling, music playing and Julian and Dana all over each other. His cock ballooned to an uncomfortable curve, the stiffness restrained by the wool pants of his suit. "Do you want to watch?"

"No. I want to participate."

Deft fingers slid over the inner thigh, Dana breathing heavily. She could smell the musk emanating from her body. Honey slipped past the hidden treasure of her sex, and Julian loved that even more. His fingers swam in her warmth, her desire, and her juices.

His neck craned over hers', the fast hands creating small circles on her breast. The firm, full nipples responded more than with the anticipation than the air conditioning. His fingers popped open one button, exposing more cleavage, their ripe swollen shape making the artist hunger for the woman who traveled so far to meet him.

Dana looked in his eyes: "Privacy. Now!"

["Using a little tongue makes you noticeable."]

The truck roared out of the parking lot and onto the adjacent highway, traveling at top speed. They didn't care about the person they almost broad sided, or the cop too busy for pursuit with a traffic stop ten feet from where they blew by him at 90 miles per hour. All that mattered was sating the passions they had dwelled on for so many months via their stories. 

All that mattered was that incredibly obscene fiction becomes an absolute truth.

["Placement of the kiss makes you memorable."]

Within minutes the couple pulled into a Porno Mega-Store. If it wasn't inside the walls in VHS, DVD, CD-Rom, or on one of the shelves in book, plastic, or with batteries or vinyl laces, it did not exist. This place had private movie booths, exotic clothing, bondage items, and a constant rotation of starlets hocking videos and photographs.

Dana slipped her heels and jacket back on, wondering what Julian had in mind. Both came out of the truck, walking across the parking lot to the store's doors. Both worked at trying not to look too lusty or anxious.

Dana smiled; her succulent lips making his heart skip a beat. "Did we need something else, honey, 'cause I thought I had everything here in my heels."

Julian smiled back, and then took her hand, saying, "Just have your license ready. They check ID's here."

"Is this a surprise?"

"If I told you, would it still be one?"

She took his hand, clasping it and following him, her long, smooth legs noticed by a couple of college boys who became silent when gazing at her. They lowered their cheap sunglasses, whistling, before noticing Julian was a happy man, but also good-sized and scary, his black hair and goatee making seem more sinister than he was with a lover. 

'At least to the babe', one of the boys thought. 'But look at her. Who wouldn't be good to her?! Wow!' 

Opening the glass doors, they flashed they licenses at the clerk, who gave Julian a peace sign with his fingers. Julian returned one, then a fifty mysteriously popped in it.

"Number seven's ready", the clerk said. A key flew past their heads, and Julian snatched it. They walked past the other patrons, the men in the store envious of Julian and the extremely gorgeous woman with him. Some sniffed the air as she strode by, catching perfume and pussy juice in the air. Dana KNEW they were staring, and wondering what Julian had in mind made her nervous and excited. Her nipples perked up more, become hard enough to rip a hole in the material of her blouse. She shivered, knowing the looks and not knowing what was next.

Suddenly, Julian jumped past her, grabbing something off the shelf, and hiding it behind his back. Dana looked at him, and then felt his arm swim around her waist, pulling her to him possessively. 

"What the hell did you just grab?" She asked playfully, uncertain about knowing too soon.

"Besides you? You'll have to kiss me to find out."

Dana let her fingers coarse through his hair, their bodies blocking the entrance to the private rooms. Everyone stared at the couple, her leg wrapping around his calf, the knee rubbing his outer leg. Julian shivered; the amazing woman then grasped his head, yanking his head up to the ceiling. Her tongue slithered along the veins of his neck, then under the Adam's apple, and along the chin line of his face. Julian smiled, relishing the pleasure, moving his full hand further away from her grasp. She pressed every inch of her body against him, trying to reach what he had behind his back.

"Oh no", he laughed, "You'll see it soon enough."

Julian handed Dana the key, watching fascinated as she bent forward to unlock the door of the private room. She looked over her shoulder, smiling with anticipation at the sleazy rendezvous he had planned. A small giggle came out, and she strode in, letting Julian get the best possible eye-full of her perfectly exercised body.

To Be Continued...

First Physical Date Ch. 2



[“Leaving someone breathless makes you unforgettable.”]

“Wow.”

Julian could only gasp as Dana shrugged her jacket off her smooth, round shoulders. His eyes never left any inch of her guitar-shaped body undetected from his smoldering gaze. Heart shaped ass, smooth tummy, firm legs and the muscular calves arched as she stood on her toes in her high heels, making Julian ache to attack her bodily, thrusting like a demon simply using this beautiful woman with the dancing eyes and the magnificent tongue for his own pleasure.

‘No!’ Julian thought as Dana did a tiny body wiggle, her perfectly round ass undulating to an unheard tune. She let her own hands flow over the sides and back to slide a finger into her mouth, the lips closing hard and sucking at the member. She let the saliva slip from her lips, glossing the erect, pointing finger and teasing the nail with her tongue, smiling as Julian broke a sweat on his brow.

“Jules, aren’t you coming closer?” she breathed, making his shiver with excitement. He was removing his blazer, the mysterious object behind him coming away from its’ plastic wrapping.

“Put on a movie, babe.” He was surprised the words came out so calmly as his throbbing cock pulsed with a need to find out what lay beyond the hemline and how far he could penetrate her body in such a small space. His jacket hit the row of seat along the wall, opposite the large screen television. Dana pulled a ten from her purse, sliding into the slot to activate the picture. “Now watch, and don’t turn around to me.”

Suddenly the room was filled with fake groans and screams, a phony, peroxide blonde with oversized tits being entered anally shouted herself hoarse as the fuck-stud plowed at her back door repeatedly. The porno stud grabbed a handful of silicone, twisting the nipple and letting the shrill cries fill the small room. The room went dark, colored blue with the television action. Dana stared at the screen, not sure of Julian’s place in the room. A single, soft kiss on the back of her neck, and his fast tongue, and Dana let her eyes flutter, the anticipation and pleasure making her seep with pleasure. His hands cupped her ass, the fingertips running along the hemline and down the leg. She felt the cool, crisp air stalk along the inner thighs, her honey creeping over the hood of her clit, her fine pubes now shifting with anxiousness and arousal. His fingers slid along the sides, more kisses peppering the neck and ears, making Dana wince. She hoped to enjoy a reason to scream soon enough.

Ziii-iip!

Dana felt the button of her skirt open, revealing the cleft of her finely shaped ass to Julian, the zipper now opening and the material moving away from her skin. It fell to the floor over her heels, and she stepped out of the puddle of wool, watching the Phony-Boobed Blonde keep her false expressions coming for the camera. Dana let her mouth fall slack as she watched the enormous cock being fed to the Starlet, the Stud shouting like a psycho to cream her face.

“We can do better,” Dana whispered as Julian began to let his fingers creep over her gluteus, making her skin tingle and goose bump like mad. She could feel the vent of crisp air hitting her knees; the kisses making her juices simmer like a pressure cooker. His fingers danced over her hips, and the mouth of her lover found its’ way to the back of her thighs. Dana smiled, letting her hands roam over her firm, full breast. She enjoyed the sensation of Julian at her feet, licking her ass, opening the cleft of her buttocks to slide his desperate tongue deeper into her sopping honey pot. Her muscles tightened and she felt strong hands pull her apart, a swift tongue sliding inward, lapping up stray juices and wiggling to open her out vagina with immediacy and a

tenderness not found in most lovers.

“That’ll be our next project, honey,” he stated, before digging one finger into her hungry pussy. She gasped, the finger sliding past her lips and rolling over her clit, then seeking something inside her. She continued standing there as the sex show changed to two lesbians hogging – Again the Phony Blonde with an equally Phony, shaved Redhead. - And stuffing themselves with a double-ended dong. The tongue lapped at her moist sex, and Julian enjoyed the taste of his angel Dana. Her sweet snatch was cropped neatly, perhaps for skimpy of bikini clothing. But she was delicious. Tender, wet, soft, and greedy, her snatch pulling at his tongue and pistoning finger as he crept deeper inside, trying to light her with a probe and brushing of her G-Spot. He gasped, heaving under her blouse, rolling her hips on his face, the succulent woman now running down his face.

“Remove your blouse,” he said before returning to licking her damp, beautiful pussy. She shed the blouse, then continued caressing the stiff, pointed nipples at once, knowing the lewd spectacle they made in the darkness of the porno arcade. “Then lick your own nipples.”

Her tongue dribbled out a sliver of saliva as she reached for the hardened perfection, her breast heaving at the idea of contact. Again, Dana spasmed momentarily enraptured with the pleasure of the licking Julian dished out. She felt her breath escape her body as the fingers penetrated her womanhood, sliding in, opening her to allow the rabid tongue to slurp at her again and again. Dana smiled, the pleasure being too much to bear. She continued licking, exchanging nipples and standing erect, her legs ready to buckle despite Julian’s grip on her thighs. She wanted to cum so badly, so powerfully, so soon.

“Oooohhh” she moaned, the powerful, single orgasm racking her pelvis, making her loose the grip on her breast. Her mouth slid open and her head flew back, the blonde brown hair shaking like mad. Julian continued to lick at her, the lips pulled apart by his tongue, his fingers now being replaced by something cold and smooth. A scraping of metal on concrete and a chair was near her side. Julian continued staying at his knees, yet maneuvered her gently to the chair, bending her over it and placing her knees on the seat. Dana gripped the back of the chair, her face along the hard, slippery edge of the top, her knees opened and exposing her inner self to her vulgar lover. She continued shaking, the buzzing of the long, noisy vibrator in her pussy now churning the juices to a mind-blowing build up of unknown proportions. A well-lubed finger slid past her sphincter, riding inside her asshole as Julian continued licking and pulling at her engorged clitty. Dana was shouting, begging to cum as he teased her with the speed wandering inside the overheated snatch, the finger rotating in and out of her bowel path and the sensitive pussy making her quake and wiggle with the impending climax.

“Oh Julian,” Dana cried over the frenzied lovemaking of the Phony Blonde and Redhead on the screen. Her cries of ecstasy overpowered the sounds and Julian could feel himself growing to disgusting proportions. He slipped his shirt off, never letting the clit out of his mouth, the finger fall from her asshole or the vibrator from the pussy that saddled it frantically. 

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said between swipes at her dripping love box. He continued at her pleasure on all three fronts, humming to make her sensitivity more intense.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed. Dana felt her breast hitting the cushion of the seats’ back, her hips rotating as she continued the pleasure of the doggie-styled penetrations.

“You want me in you,” he asked, “or do you want me to fuck you?”

A gentle whisper: “I want you to fuck me.”

“Say it.”

I want you to fuck me Julian.”

The teasing to the next orgasm continued, as did his dialogue. “Should I just lay you on the floor and put my cock in you?”

“Yes.”
He spoke again: “Are you sure?”

Dana groaned, knowing the bastard was teasing her madly.

“If not, I can make myself come her and leave it on the floor. Then you get me later.”

She moaned, obviously displeased. “No baby, fuck me good. Please, fuck my pussy. It’s so hungry for you.”

He continued teasing her, letting her back arch as the tingling of her next orgasm began at her toes and traveled through her thighs and into her wet, slippery sex. The vibrator continued penetrating her like a submarine seeking uncharted waters and unimagined depth. Dana cried out as the finger left her asshole.

“I need you --*.” The words never left her mouth, the climax making her limp as spaghetti, her energy depleted from the oozing pussy. She felt her muscles lose control and the waves of pleasure cross along her stomach and into her brain. She smiled. It had never been like this before. The plastic vibrator hit the floor, bouncing once and rolling away as sweat pooled on her back and in her knees. Julian licked this off her and she smiled, enjoying the absolute pleasure of the orgasm. Over her shoulder, she said softly, “My turn.”

Julian rolled her onto her feet, slipping onto the chair. He was already naked, the purple boner waving lewdly at her. She fell to her knees, opening her mouth and gulping the thick boner for all she had. Her cheeks deflated, sucking the pre-cum at the tip to her taste buds. She rolled the small, smooth testicles in her hand, juggling them to make Julian wince with pleasure at her now teasing him. He laughed and moaned at the same time, his body tensing with the need for release.

“Oh baby,” he said looking at the sensual blonde on her knees in front of him, pulling his cock with her mouth and whole being, “I just have to fuck your face. May I fuck your face?”

Dana moaned, her hand at the base of his cock, jacking him off at the same time as she blew him. She felt his hands tenderly cross over her ears, holding her face and his hips pumping like mad. Then, with dripping pop! – Dana let the stiff cock flop from her mouth, and felt his strength lift her to her feet. Her heels clacked on the floor, and Julian pulled her to him, kissing her heaving breast and licking her sweaty, smooth stomach. She let her pussy dangle over the throbbing meat, inching it slowly, the velvety silkiness making Julian shudder with delight. She spun her thighs, grinding at him to excite the delirium of pleasure both enjoyed with each bit of cock her pussy swallowed. His thighs went up to meet her, burying himself inside the moist, tender poon. Dana let her weight fall, and she let him tighten his grip on her ass, letting her control the speed of the ride.

“Jules,” Dana breathed as the humping went on, the chair barely holding the two humans seeking desire in each other and the small seat, “give me your hands.”

His grip in hers, Dana slid back, stabbing the cock deep into her womb. Julian felt as if he were swimming in pussy. She leaned back, and brought one leg between them, letting the flexing calf land on his shoulder, the arm keeping it from falling back to the ground. She humped him again, moving in circles, increasing the searing pleasure both enjoyed from the extremely physical fuck.

“I-if y-you cum,” she said, gritting her teeth, “don’t let me fall.”

“If you’re always this good, I’ll never let you go.”

Dana humped him frantically, saying, “We haven’t even begun to get kinky, honey.”

Both began shake as they reached meltdown, their bodies slapping like mad and their climax pending. Dana held tight, then reached forward, wrapping her leg over his neck, her teeth biting his shoulder as he pounded deeper and deeper into her being, making her mind and being shake with the flexing, pulsing cock sliding around inside her. She felt his kisses on her body, his grip in her hands holding like a death-lock, the need to cum feeding his spirit and body. He plunged deeper, again and again, like a jackhammer at the wall of her next orgasm.

Julian cried out, his lips trembling and face pinching as his veins shot white liquid deep inside her. Dana joined him, so sensitive she had a series of small, body rocking orgasms. She rode him limp, and then noticed him stiffening again. 

She panted, smiling at him. “Save that for later tonight. Somewhere with a bed and a chance to sleep.”

Dressed outside, Dana and Julian were met with a thunderous applause. He beamed, listening to the criticisms of their performance, and the compliments. They shook hands, accepted kisses and phone numbers and pats on the back and ass. Dana looked at the Marquee of the Porno Mega-Store, and noticed a small sign between two movies that said, ‘Dana & Julian LIVE – Channel 4! Tonight Only!’

The Clerk came up with a video as Julian and Dana kissed, smiling and walking off into the night.

- The End -