0 comments/ 84664 views/ 15 favorites The Blind Date By: jessijessi34 Sandy Wilson was fuming inside... When she saw her boss, Sharon, on Monday, she was going to let her know in no uncertain terms how mad she was. Sharon had asked if she would entertain two clients of hers, business partners from out of town. Sandy is 29, and the youngest female partner at the large law firm where she works. Sharon is the most experienced female partner, and she has been Sandy's mentor. Sharon recognized early on that Sandy was very talented and has been helping her along, giving her guidance on how to break through the "glass ceiling" and dealing with the prejudices of the older male partners. Sandy is 5'4" and slender, with curly brown hair that reaches just past her shoulders. Her body is slim, and she likes to think of her tight butt as her sexiest feature. She spends several hours a week on the treadmill to keep everything firm. She has not had good luck with men at all, seeming to always attract guys that end up treating her badly. She has never been married, and has not had a steady boy friend for over two years. She has been concentrating on her career and hasn't wanted to take the time to find one. Sandy is not into the bar scene, preferring to spend a quiet evening at home with a movie or a good book. She has dated occasionally but hasn't found anyone interesting enough to get involved with. Sharon said that she had been scheduled to meet with these clients but got called out of town suddenly because her mother was sick. Sandy and a friend of Sharon's, Alexandra, would meet these two guys and have dinner with them. The other woman, Alex to her friends, owns her own marketing firm. Apparently Sharon and Alex have been friends for a very long time, although Sandy has never met her. Sandy knows she owes a lot of her success to Sharon, and since Sharon has never asked her for a favor like this before, Sandy was willing to help her out her mentor. She didn't really have any plans for that Friday night, anyway, and how pathetic was THAT? Sandy had never met either gentleman before either, so she had no idea of what to expect. When she arrived at the restaurant, she met Bob and Larry in the lounge. This looked bad... Both of them were in their late 40's or early 50's, with wedding bands and big guts. Bob had one of the nastiest "comb-overs" that Sandy had ever seen, it was obvious that he was totally bald on top with his long greying hair combed from one side to the other. Larry at least had most of his own hair, although it was almost totally white. Bob introduced them and then said, "Sharon said you were cute, but as usual she underestimated. You are absolutely gorgeous, Sandy!" Sandy groaned to herself, not wanting the evening to go this way. If she had to fight off unwanted advances, Bob was going to get a knee in his groin, client or not. "Thanks, Bob..." she said with a pleasant smile. Bob ordered her cocktail while they waited for Alexandra, and Sandy thought she might have to drink heavily to get through the evening with her sanity intact. Shortly after the waitress brought Sandy's drink, Alex arrived, and Sandy was relieved. Alex looked like she was in her mid to late 30's, very tall and slender. Her pretty face was framed by her blonde hair, cut short but very stylish. Alex had piercing blue eyes that twinkled when she laughed. Introductions were made, and they all sat down. They had a couple of drinks before their table was ready, and Sandy could not believe how badly the two men behaved, telling raunchy jokes and laughing too loud like teen-age boys. Larry was obviously smitten with Alex, because he took every opportunity to compliment her on her good looks, her sense of humor, yada yada yada. It was clear to Sandy that this was just as awful for Alex as it was for her. Alex and Sandy spent much of the time rolling their eyes at each other and giving each other little smiles. Once, Alex kicked Sandy under the table after she made a snide comment that went right over Bob and Larry's heads. While they were waiting for their entree, Sandy had to go to the ladies room, and Alex accompanied her. Bob asked them, "Can you explain something to me? I've never been able to figure out... Why do women always go to the bathroom in a group?" Alex replied, "To get away from guys like you, Bob..." She laughed, and so did Bob and Larry. The men thought it was funny, but Sandy and Alex knew it was the truth. While they were freshening their makeup, Sandy said, "I am going to KILL Sharon on Monday. She didn't tell me that these clients of hers would be this old or this obnoxious." Alex replied, "Yeah, but at least we met each other... I am glad of that. Sharon has mentioned you a couple of times but I am surprised we haven't met before. You know she thinks very highly of you..." Sandy smiled, "I'm glad we met, too. If you weren't here I might have killed myself by now. This is about the worst evening I have had in YEARS!" "Yeah, but just remember that when dinner is over, you and I each have a new friend while those two jerks are stuck with each other..." Sandy laughed and hugged Alex, then said, "Yes, at least this 'evening from hell' has one positive thing come out of it!" Alex asked, "You want to do something after we get rid of these guys? Go get a drink or go dancing or something? I mean, we're all dressed up, we should go out..." Sandy replied, "Sure, why not? You seem like a fun person and I haven't had a night out for way too long!" "Deal... After all, two intelligent, sexy women like you and I should not be spending our nights with pigs like these guys. I mean, my God, Sandy, my impression is that they would take us back to their hotel rooms and fuck us if we let them! As if..." "Gee, Alex, where's your sense of adventure? Wouldn't Bob's combover look so sexy, flopping up and down? And that big, sexy belly, God that makes me hot, I can barely control myself!" Sandy laughed and Alex laughed with her. "You are BAD, Sandy! And I love it..." The two women made their way back to the table, and somehow they made it through dinner, although it was an excruciating evening. Sandy found herself tuning out the men and just conversing with Alex. At one point, Sandy noticed that Alex's nipple was erect and poking out against her silk blouse. It looked very sexy to Sandy. It made her think of her one lesbian experience, while she was in college. It was a brief but extremely passionate relationship with a friend of her roommate's. That was almost ten years before, but lately Sandy's fantasies had turned from men to mostly being of her with another woman. Sandy was thinking that Alex was very sexy, and she imagined herself kissing Alex, and the two of them lying naked together. Sandy could feel herself starting to get a little wet. The fact that Alex had slipped her shoe off and was rubbing her foot gently all over Sandy's ankle and calf didn't help, either. When Bob asked Sandy a question, she was startled back to earth. The older man said, "Geez, Sandy, you looked like you were a million miles away there." "Sorry, Bob, I was thinking about a case I'm working on. Sorry to be rude." Finally dinner was over. The men were disappointed that their "dates" were not interested in dessert or coffee, or anything else for that matter. The two women said their farewells to Bob and Larry, and it was Larry who provided the coup-de-grace by saying, "I guess this means that sex is out of the question..." Alex stepped up next to Larry. In her heels, she towered over him. In a low, measured voice she said, "Larry, out of respect to my friend Sharon, I am not going to slap your face, although that's what you deserve. Now you two get your old, fat asses out of here and if you're quick enough, Sharon and your poor wives won't hear that you made improper sexual advances to us. Got it?" Larry gulped and nodded and said, "I got it... And you're right, I apologize to both of you. Please don't tell Sharon about this..." Alex said, "Okay, apology accepted. Now get out of here..." Sandy didn't want to say anything, but seeing Alex cut the man down to size was intensely erotic to her. To see this beautiful woman exerting herself, showing her power over this older, richer man, was bringing out feelings in Sandy she had never felt before. Larry and Bob scurried off, and the two women laughed out loud. "What assholes..." Sandy said. "I know, but let's just forget about them and have a good time, okay? So what shall we do, Sandy?" "I don't know... Do you have any ideas, Alex?" "To be honest, Sandy, the thing that sounds best to me right now is a soak in my hot tub with a glass of champagne. How does that sound to you?" "Ooooooh, it sounds utterly heavenly. But I haven't brought a suit." "That's okay, I never wear one. I love to feel the bubbles against my bare skin." "Me, too... I hope this isn't out of line, Alex, but even though we just met I feel like I know you and that we are going to become good friends." "I feel the same thing, Sandy, and I am definitely going to thank Sharon for having us meet. That is, AFTER I chew her ass out for making our meeting be with those two guys!" Alex laughed. Sandy laughed, too. "I came in a cab, how about you?" "Me, too, that way I didn't have to worry about drinking too much. I had a feeling this might be a strange dinner, and that I might need to get drunk to get through it." The doorman at the restaurant called a cab, and they were soon on their way to Alex's house. Sitting in the back of the cab, Alex's wraparound skirt fell open and Sandy noticed that Alex had shapely, slender legs. They were trim without being muscle bound. Sandy did not like the "big muscle" look, but she appreciated a nicely toned body like Alex obviously had. The two women chatted, learning more about each other. Sandy found out that Sharon and Alex had been roommates in college, and had stayed close friends ever since. Alex told Sandy that she had been married once, but "...it was over quick and that was a long time ago. He just couldn't handle me being smarter and more successful." Alex asked Sandy if she was seeing anyone, and Sandy explained her situation. When Sandy asked the older woman the same question, Alex told her that she just hadn't found the right person, either. They commiserated about how hard it was to find men that were interested in more than a fast fuck. Alex said, "To be perfectly honest, I would rather spend time with my vibrator when I'm horny, rather than find some guy who will probably not satisfy me anyway. Don't you know what I mean?" Sandy laughed and agreed, but she was amazed (and a little turned on) at the sexy older woman's frankness. Soon they arrived at Alex's house. She had a small home in one of the nicer neighborhoods in the city. Alex punched in the security code for the alarm and they entered. Alex turned on the lights, and the house looked like something out of Architectural Digest, it was absolutely stunning. The furniture was obviously very expensive, and the art work looked like original oils. "I love your place, Alex!" Sandy exclaimed. "Thanks, I like it. You should have seen what it looked like when I bought it. I have put a lot of time and energy into making it my own." "Well, it's gorgeous..." Alex gave Sandy the grand tour, stopping in the kitchen to grab a bottle of champagne and two flutes. The tour ended in Alex's bedroom, where she opened a French door to reveal the hot tub on a small deck. The tub was surrounded by grapevine trellises for complete privacy. Alex turned the tub on, then stepped back into the bedroom. Alex began unbuttoning her blouse, then she took it off, folded it, then lay it on the bed. Alex then undid her skirt and put it on the bed. She was wearing a lacy bra in a ice blue and matching panties, cut very high on her hips. She turned to Sandy. "Are you going to just stand there gaping or what?" Sandy just nodded, but she couldn't tell Alex the real reason she was dumbstruck. All Sandy could think about was how sexy Alex's underwear was, and how sexy Alex was. Sandy then started taking off her own clothes. She folded them neatly and put them on a chair. When she turned back to Alex, the taller woman was standing there nude. Alex had small breasts, but well-rounded with very prominent nipples surrounded by pink areolae. Her nipples were erect and stuck out almost an inch. Alex had just a small strip of hair on her pubic mound, it was blonde like the hair on her head. Sandy's breasts are larger than Alex's, although not big by anyone's standards. Her nipples were also very hard, but not necessarily because it was cold in the room. Sandy was very excited to be nude with this sexy, powerful woman. Sandy keeps her pubic hair completely shaved, even her mound. A former boyfriend talked her into trying it several years ago, and she loved the feeling and has kept herself that way ever since. Alex purred, "Oooooh, you shave? I love the way it looks, makes everything look so nice and clean." "Thanks, I think so, too. Plus I also love how it feels when someone eats me, no hair to get in the way!" Jessi said with a smile. She was careful not to say 'when a boyfriend eats me' in case Alex was interested in her. "Yeah, all that hair can be such a bother..." Alex winked at Sandy. "We should hop through the shower before we hit the tub..." "Okay, lead the way!" said Sandy. Alex led the nude girl into the bathroom, and started the water running. When the temperature was right, the two women stepped into the large shower together. Alex took a large sponge and got it wet, then began to soap the shorter girl's body. Sandy was getting aroused at Alex's touch, but didn't want to be too obvious. Once Sandy was clean, Alex handed the sponge to the younger girl. Sandy soaped Alex's body, reveling in how good her soft skin felt. They rinsed and Alex shut the shower off. The older woman stepped out into the bathroom and took two towels. She stepped close to Sandy and began to dry her, then handed the other towel to Sandy. After Sandy had dried Alex completely, they headed out to the hot tub. "I can't wait, it should be warm enough by now. Will you bring the bubbly, Sandy?" Sandy gathered up the champagne and glasses, and Alex removed the cover from the hot tub. The water was steaming as they slipped into the tub, easing themselves down into the water. "Mmmmmm... I love my tub, I don't know how I would survive without it!" said Alex. "This is heavenly... I love a good soak but it's been a long time since I had one." Sandy answered. Alex took the bottle of champagne from Sandy and set the glasses down. She pulled the cork then filled both glasses and handed one to Sandy. Alex tipped her glass toward the younger girl's, and they 'clinked' them together. "To new friends..." toasted Alex. "Yes, to wonderful new friends! And thanks again to Sharon!" Sandy's head was spinning a little as she sipped the champagne, not from the alcohol but from the thoughts and feelings running out of control through her mind. Alex stretched her arm out and put it around Sandy's shoulders, pulling the younger girl closer. Sandy slipped her arm around Alex's waist, and hugged her close. Sandy could feel her erect nipple rubbing against Alex's. Sandy snuggled into Alex, and rested her head on the older woman's shoulder. Alex's hand was gently stroking Sandy's back, and the younger girl was revelling in the feeling of Alex's soft hands on her skin. "This feels so nice... Thank you for inviting me..." whispered Sandy. "It was my pleasure, and it does feel nice. It's been too long since I was close to anyone like this. Sharon was right, she thought you and I could be good friends." Sandy was stunned. A million questions were suddenly flying around her brain: Did Sharon know her better than Sandy knew herself? Did Sharon know that she would be attracted to Alex? Did Sharon know that Alex would want her? Or did she just think they would be friends? Were Sharon and Alex lovers? That last one surprised Sandy, she had never thought about the possibility that Sharon might be gay or bi, even though she was attractive and unattached as far as Sandy knew. "Well, I'm glad she did, even if the way she had us meet wasn't the best experience." Sandy was whispering into Alex's ear, and she kissed the older woman's ear and nuzzled into her neck. "And I have to tell you, watching you chew Larry out like that, cutting him down to size, was very exciting to me... Men can be such pigs, and it's always sexy to me to see a woman exercising her power over a man like you did tonight." Alex moaned softly and turned her face to Sandy's. The taller woman put her hand on Sandy's cheek, stroking gently. Alex moved her hand under Sandy's chin, then lifted her face so they were inches apart. Alex looked into Sandy's eyes, then whispered, "May I kiss you, Sandy? I want to, sooooo very much..." Sandy's response was to slip her arm around Alex's neck and pull her close. Their mouths met, and when Sandy slid the tip of her tongue forward, she found Alex's tongue there, waiting. Sandy was moaning softly as their tongues swirled together. Alex slid her hand down and cupped Sandy's breast, pinching the erect nipple between her fingers. Sandy moaned louder into Alex's mouth. Sandy broke the kiss to moan, "Ohhhhh, Alex, I love kissing you. It's been way too long since I kissed a woman like this, I've missed this..." "Me, too, baby, it's been a long time for me, too. But when I saw you tonight, I knew I wanted you." Sandy's arm went around the taller woman's neck, and she leaned in to kiss her again. Alex's hands were busy, exploring Sandy's body as the two women kissed deeply. Alex's hands were squeezing Sandy's firm ass, pulling the shorter woman's hips in tight against her own. Sandy slid one hand down and cupped Alex's little breast, it fit entirely in Sandy's small hand. Sandy pinched the erect nipple between two of her fingers and was rewarded by a moan from Alex. Sandy broke the kiss and lowered her head to Alex's erect nipple. She took the swollen nub between her teeth and bit gently, then flicked her tongue across it. Alex gasped and held Sandy's face close to her chest. Sandy was totally engrossed in exploring Alex's breasts and nipples. It had been far too long since Sandy had been with a woman, and she had missed how it felt to have all that soft skin in her hands and mouth. The older woman was moaning and stroking Sandy's hair as the younger girl suckled on her breasts. Sandy rolled over so she was straddling Alex's thigh, and pressed her knee forward into the older woman's mound. Alex moaned again and slid her hips forward, pressing herself into Sandy. The younger girl started licking her way down Alex's flat stomach, darting her tongue all over. Alex was arching her back, pressing her body up into Sandy. Sandy looked up to see Alex looking down at her, and smiled at the passion that was clearly evident in her eyes. She reached behind Alex and took her ass cheeks in both hands, pushing upward gently. She told the older woman, "Please, Alex, sit on the edge. I need to taste you, to please you..." Alex slid her hips up so she was sitting on the edge of the tub. Sandy knelt between the older woman's thighs and lowered her mouth to her pussy. Sandy was delighted to find Alex already wet for her, and ran her tongue deep into the older woman's wetness. She was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Alex, followed by a soft "Ohhhhhhhhh..." Alex's hands were in Sandy's hair, running her fingers through the curls. Sandy brought one hand to Alex's pussy and gently spread her open with two fingers. When the younger girl's tongue darted out and brushed Alex's clit, she moaned louder and arched her back, forcing her hips up into Sandy's face. Alex's hands gripped Sandy's head more tightly, pulling the younger girl's face tight against her center. Sandy spread the older woman's lips wide with her fingers, then took her clit between her teeth and flicked her tongue rapidly across it with fast, light strokes. The Blind Date His eyes darted across the room scanning for her. Who was he really looking for? All he really had was a name and a description to go on. A very brief description at that. All that was known to him was to look for a women in a short black cocktail dress with a small pearl choker. “Great idea, I should have just stayed home.” He thought to himself as the fourth girl fitting that description walked past. His eyes scanned the room again. Looking for any clue that his blind date was in the room. Every single girl that matched the description he was given was with someone else. Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and straining his neck he leaned over the tall gate that separated the restaurant from the lobby. There sitting at a back booth sat a woman that matched the description he was given. He caught her eye and she waved him over. “Hi, you must be Bryce, Have a seat.” She spoke. “My name is Cara.” As she held out her hand to shake his. Gallantly he reached for her hand and placed a soft kiss on it before speaking. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said as he sat down into the soft vinyl of the booth seat. He looked at her for a moment, studying the face of this stranger whose beauty was almost enchanting. She looked almost angelic as she smiled at him. Surely she was studying him to. She was so beautiful, almost doll like. A strange feeling began to overcome him when he caught her eyes and looked deep into the blue ocean he saw in front of him. Her eyes seemed almost not real. It was like he was looking into some gates to another world, another realm or something magical. He felt as if he was being drawn into another world. Those eyes, they were just so beautiful, so magical that he could look forever at them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bryce leaned back on the leather sofa trying to regain some control. Still unsure how he had arrived at this point. The night so far had been a blur to him. Vaguely he could remember having dinner, and a few drinks. Somehow they had ended up at his place and now he was unsure of what would come next. This angelic woman Cara had excused herself for a moment to make a phone call from his office. She was just so beautiful that every time he would look at her, he began to lose himself in the beauty that was her. He heard a door close to his office and looked up to see her enter the room. Gracefully she walked over to him and slowly sat down on his lap. She felt almost as light as air to him. “Did you make the call you needed to make?” Bryce asked as he looked deep into her eyes. “Yes, thank you very much for letting me use you’re phone.” She answered as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips felt so soft as she began to kiss him. Each moment that passed her kisses became so much more intense. Bryce felt as he was floating. Her kisses were almost blissful. His hands began to roam over her back as she struggled to free his shirt from his pants. Her hands felt as if they were burning as the roamed over Bryce’s chest. He struggled to remove her dress as she began to lick and tease his neck with her tongue. Her dress fell into a pile on the floor as he finally removed it. Her skin was soft under his touch that he longed to feel more of it. A fire began to burn in his stomach as he strained to get as close as possible to her. She pushed him back and ran her fingers slowly over his chest. Every time she touched his skin it was like a match to the fire that burned inside him. Inside his pants he hard cock strained to be released from the confines of his jeans. She kissed his neck again, the tip of her tongue teasing the flesh. Straddling his hard cock she began to rub against him causing the fire to burn even brighter inside of him. Her hands began to roam over his body. Over his chest and stomach kissing his burning skin over and over. She moaned slightly as his hands traveled over her back to her soft firm ass. He looked down when he felt her hands at the top of his pants. Her hands grabbed at the button to his jeans. She finally freed the button and unzipped his pants, releasing his hard cock. Her hands traveled up and down the shaft of his cock as Bryce leaned back to let her have her way with him. He felt her move off his lap and saw her on the floor between his legs. She smiled at him as she moved her head to his throbbing member. Taking the head in her mouth she swirled her tongue around the tip. Bryce felt the fire inside of him begin to burn even more as she teased his hard cock with her tongue. Smiling softly he ran his fingers lightly through her hair. His body yearned for a release. His body yearned for her touch. He wanted to be inside of her. He needed to be. She looked up at him. He looked at her and looked deep into those eyes. Those gates to another world. She released his cock from her mouth and kissed him passionately on the lips while straddling his hard cock. Slowly she rubbed the head of his cock over her wet pussy before positioning it and slowly slid on to his hard cock. She began kissing his neck and she lifted her body slowly off his cock and slammed back down on his throbbing hard cock. It felt so good to be inside of her. She was so warm and soft. It was pure ecstasy. The fire began to burn even deeper inside of him. He could feel the ultimate release building up inside of him. The time was close now as she began to slide him in and out of her faster and faster. Bryce began to moan deeply as he tongue began to tease his skin again. He felt him self rising to every motion trying to thrust himself deeper and deeper into her. The fire began to burn. The flames began to touch every inch of his body as he yearned for release. Her tongue still teasing his skin adding to fire inside of him. He felt her teeth brush against his skin. He was getting close. The fire burnt, it raged inside of him. With an explosion that forced him to almost see stars his release came just as he felt something sharp sink into his neck. “Now we will be together forever,” she spoke as with her nail she cut her arm for him to drink the blood of eternal life. The Blind Date "Whoa, is that a photo you're shredding on your dart board?" "Yeah, what's it to you?" Lionel Nicks walked over to the board, took the five darts out, and went back to the other side of the bar in his apartment. "Peace, big guy. I was just asking." Andre Sanders took a closer look at the photo. "Say, isn't that Devin? Your Devin? You guys no longer a couple?" He didn't bother not sounding hopeful. "Devin, dear Devin, decided we should cool it. Should see other people. Said he wanted to date around. That we just weren't clicking right. Stand away, if you don't want to be needled." Andre backed off from the board as Lionel scored a hit right between Devin's eyes. "I'd like to see that Devin gets a date around or two he'd never forget." Zing went another dart. Andre thought for a moment. "I might be able to help with that . . . if . . ." "If what, Andre?" "Seeing as how you two aren't an item anymore—that you're as free now as Devin is . . . well, you know I was after you to fuck me before you hooked up with Devin and claimed a one-and-only arrangement. I'm still interested. And, you know, I'm the equipment manager of the Triangle Nighthawks." "Yeah, how does being a semipro football team's equipment manager have anything to do with this?" Andre told him. * * * * Andre had told Devin the guy would meet him at the Tracks bar out on the edge of Benson, near the stadium where the North Carolina league semipro football team, the Triangle Nighthawks, played. A wide receiver for the rival East Carolina Rams who was a friend of Andre's was in town to scout the Nighthawks in a game and had asked Andre not only to get him tickets to the game on the sly—Andre shouldn't be helping a rival team—but also to line up a date to go to the game with him. Andre well knew the guy's preferences. Andre's ass still hurt from that knowing. "I heard you were dating and open to a blind date," he said when he pitched Devin about going out on a blind date with one of his friends. "Yeah, I might be interested. I'd just meet him at the game and sit with him?" "He'd stand you a dinner too," Andre said. "He'd meet you at Tracks and take you to dinner before the game." "OK, that sounds cool." "He's black. I may have forgotten to mention that. You have any trouble having a blind date with a black guy?" Andre was black. What could Devin say, no matter what he felt if he didn't want to insult Andre? Truth be told he hadn't thought about how he should feel about being seen with a black guy. "No, I guess not. Haven't dated a black guy before. But a drink, dinner, and the game? No problem." "Sure. That's it." When Devin entered Tracks, he was wondering if he'd recognize the guy. The bar was pretty crowded—mostly with other guys going to the game—almost all guys. It was a gay bar. He shouldn't have worried about picking him out, though. A black guy was rising—and rising and rising—from a table and waving to him. Andre had said he'd give a photo of Devin to the guy—in fact, he had done so in arranging the blind date with the guy. Devin hadn't been shown a photo of his blind date, but he had no trouble picking him out of the crowd. The football player, Marcus Black, was hard to miss and couldn't have been more different from Devin. Marcus was at least ten inches taller than Devin's five foot seven, and seemingly as wide across the chest as Devin was tall. And he was built like a Sherman tank, coming in at close to two-hundred pounds, at the top of the range for a wide receiver. He outweighed a willowy, twinky Devin, with his curly blond hair and face more pretty than handsome by fifty-five pounds. Devin felt like a dwarf in coming up beside him. His hand disappeared in Marcus' at the handshake, and he steeled himself for the grasp to be crushing. But it wasn't. It was firm enough, but it also was gentle—almost caressing. "Devin?" The smile was broad, friendly. The face had been beaten about but had arrived into something that was ruggedly handsome and honest. The voice a smooth baritone, promising cultured diction. Devin had been told Marcus hailed from the tidewater of Virginia and had graduated from the posh College of William and Mary, in colonial Williamsburg, but he was still surprised at how smooth and sophisticated the man appeared to be. He was elegantly dressed too. Yet another surprise. Devin hadn't been sure how to dress for a minor league football game in the summer. Devin went to concerts and plays. He watched pro football games on TV just like everyone else, but he did it mainly to watch the big bruisers' butts in their tight-fitting football pants. It's not that Devin was a pansy—not by any means. He worked out, he worked hard at looking clean cut. He just was a happy bottom in private. Not a promiscuous one, though—he'd been satisfied with Lionel at the start. He wasn't sure what had made him a little restless. It could have been the writing he'd been doing—and managing to sell through an erotic publisher. So, when it came to dress, Devin had decided to wear khakis and a checked sports shirt and loafers without socks. He'd brought a sweater as he didn't know if it would turn cool in the stadium in the evening. He had this reversed on his back, with the sweater arms tied across his chest. For him, preppy was always in season. If it was preppy from the sixties, he didn't care. He knew he looked cool and twinky. He'd half expected Marcus to come in cutoff jeans and a sweatshirt. But he was wearing pressed slacks, a fitted white shirt that obviously was expensive, and a camel-hair sports coat. He had on boots, but they were black shiny leather polished to a mirror sheen and rose just a bit higher than his ankles. Of course his feet were enormous—boats. As was everything else about him—his hands, his thighs in the tailored slacks, the bulges of his chest and biceps . . . and the bulge at his crotch. But he had the grace of a dancer at the same time, an attribute, Devin assumed, of having to dance down the football field and pull in a guided missile. One would think that his dreadlocks, the tips of which reached his shoulders and were capped with gold metal clips, would belie the rest of his appearance, but the whole package was so neat that they seemed a natural accompaniment. They sat, chatting, over their drinks, at the table. Devin had expected beer, but Marcus ordered a vodka martini, so he felt comfortable enough to order a Manhattan on the rocks. He normally would have been embarrassed to do so in the presence of someone he didn't know well, but he felt completely comforting in ordering a cocktail in this situation. In fact, his whole expectation of what going on a blind date with a black football player would be like was being exploded. "So, I hear you are a hairdresser." "Yes," Devin answered, ready for the inevitable follow-on stereotyping comments. Maybe he'd been wrong to order a Manhattan. "That must pay well, and is probably a pretty creative field," Marcus said without a hint of sarcasm or judgment in his voice. "I wouldn't have imagined you to be that if I just saw you on the street." "Oh, what would you think I was?" Devin asked. No, he knew he didn't appear effeminate. No he didn't have the mannerisms and flamboyance everyone seemed to expect of a gay hairdresser. Still, here he was, drinking a Manhattan. "Oh, a college student, or maybe a young stage actor or male model. Andre said you were twenty. I can hardly believe it, seeing you in person." So, what was he saying, Devin wondered—that Devin looked too young to be in a bar and Marcus that he be nabbed for buying liquor for a minor? Or was he saying he liked them young enough to seem illegal? From looking into Marcus' face, he couldn't get a hint that this wasn't more than just ice-breaking chit chat. "Yes, all of twenty," he answered. "Twenty and a couple of weeks." "I'm twenty-eight. Getting old for football. If I don't make it up to the pros this season, I might have to hang up that dream." "And do what?" "I have an architectural degree and my family has a construction firm in its portfolio. I have a financial parachute. That makes pursuing the dream of football easier." "Don't you have to go longer than normal for a degree like that? Isn't that like an advanced degree?" "Yes, I went for six years." "Wow." He wasn't anything like Devin had imagined. His speech had been as sophisticated as Devin first thought when he heard him speak. And his manners were impeccable. His hands might be massive, but his fingernails were clean and manicured. Devin worked in a beauty salon. He always looked at the fingernails. Lionel chewed his. And the hands were so expressive. Devin had visions of them stroking his forearm—he'd wondered whether the blind date would be all over him. This wasn't at all what he expected. He almost wished . . . "Where were you thinking of eating dinner?" Marcus asked. "I hadn't thought," Devin answered. "Andre said you'd pick someplace." A steak house, Devin now wondered. He'd originally thought it probably would be McDonalds or KFC. "I know of a Japanese restaurant that serves the best tempura. Sushi too, if that's your interest." "Tempera would be fine," Devin said. More than fine. Devin had taken a taxi to Tracks because Andre said Marcus had a car. It turned out not to be the pickup truck Devin expected. It was a Pontiac Solstice, a sleek sports car that was out of production—the whole company was out of business. But the Solstice was a collector's item now. "How do you keep this honey on the road?" Devin asked, as he entered the car. The inside was impeccably clean. Devin doubted that a take-out meal had ever seen the inside of this vehicle. "My family owned a Pontiac dealership too," Marcus said. "Kept enough parts for a Solstice to keep this one going. I worked there for years and can maintain the car myself." When they both were in the car, Marcus looked over at Devin. Would he or wouldn't he, Devin wondered. They were finally alone alone; if a blind date was interested in anything at the end of the date, this, Devin thought, would be a time to signal that. Marcus would, in a much more understated way than Devin thought might be the case when they were alone. "Would you mind?" Marcus asked, leaning a bit into the passenger side of the car and putting an arm on the top of the seat behind Devin's head. "You are just so much more than I expected." Devin leaned a bit in acceptance toward Marcus, who cupped his chin lightly and came in for a gentle kiss on the lips. "Umm, that was nice, sweet," he murmured. He lingered for a moment looking into Devin's eyes, his thumb tracing the curve of Devin's lower lip. Devin fought the urge to open his mouth and pull the thumb in. But before that naturally could happen Marcus twisted back to face the windshield, pulled on driving gloves, and turned to concentrating on his driving. He drove fast and unexpectedly aggressively, but expertly. In total control. Devin felt totally safe in the man's hands. The perfect gentleman, Devin thought. The signal the Devin got was that Marcus would continue to be the perfect gentleman—that he wasn't really all that interested in anything beyond having company for the evening, with just a hint of sensuality so that Devin wouldn't feel rejected. This was just going to be a companionable evening. The football game was mostly business with Marcus. It's what he had come here for. Marcus was there for a purpose, but he also paid attention to Devin, explaining the intricacies of this and that. He didn't treat Devin like an idiot, though. He even took time to ask about the concerts and plays Devin went to—and didn't give a sour look when Devin mentioned opera and ballet. Their conversation at dinner had centered on the arts, and Marcus seemed to know as much about many aspects of that as Devin did. After the game, they went back to Tracks for another drink and some dancing. A lot of the guys on the dance floor tried to cut in for Marcus' attention, but he politely waved them off and concentrated on Devin. At the entrance to Devin's apartment building, when Devin assumed it would be another brief, sweet kiss, and the end of a tame, but surprising and interesting blind date, he was proved right about the kiss, but not about the rest. Pulling away from a sweet, short kiss, Marcus looked Devin directly in the eye and said, "May I come in for a few minutes? Maybe a drink?" "A few minutes? A drink?" "Or maybe something more? I think you're really cute. And I think we hit it off fine. You know I'd like to . . . with you . . . to you." "And?" Devin whispered. "On you . . . in you. Inside you. I could take good care of you, baby. Don't you want to feel me inside you?" He looked like a little hopeful puppy dog. His voice, the smooth baritone, was so soft spoken that the words themselves—the unmistakable sexual intent of them—were muted. He had an arm behind Devin again, the fingers of that hand pressing into Devin's shoulder. And he was tracing Devin's lower lip lightly with a thumb of the other hand, having taken his driving glove off first. Devin sighed. He had originally it would come to this—or strongly suspected it would, although he had been beginning to question that. Question it enough to maybe be slightly disappointed it might not become a choice, a possibility. He leaned forward and they kissed sweetly again, with Devin pulling away just as Marcus' lips were pressing his to open and Devin felt the flicker of a tongue between his lips. "You can come in . . . for a bit. We'll see." "Is that a yes? I want to fuck you." "That's a we'll see how it goes," Devin said, as he opened the passenger door and rolled out of the sports car. He still didn't know himself. It was a blind date, a first meeting. He was attracted—hell, more like aching for him, while still being scared of the size of him. But he didn't want to seem to be a pushover. The guy was cultured and sensitive. Surprisingly so. And he was big and black. It was new, possibly dangerous ground for Devin. Devin was returning from his kitchen with two glasses of white wine—what they'd settled on that Devin could supply—and almost dropped the glasses. Marcus was sitting on the sofa—naked. His clothes were neatly folded on a nearby chair, his polished boots lined up perfectly under the chair. A bigger shock than that he was naked was that he didn't really look naked. In his clothes he had looked clean cut. His nakedness revealed that his body was a riot of tattoo patterning and coloring on nearly every square inch of skin that had been covered by his clothes. He had suddenly transformed from a southern gentlemen—albeit a black one—to a primeval native. And there was no hiding that he was enormously erect or that there was a thick silver Prince Albert ring in the bulb of his cock. His demeanor made the extraordinary change to the wild side as well. "Come here, baby," he commanded, a harder edge to his voice than Devin had heard before. In a trance, Devin put the wine glasses down on the dining room table he was standing beside, spilling both, his hands were trembling so badly. He took one tentative step toward the sofa, confused and in shock. "I said come here," Marcus growled. "How did you think this fucking date was going to end? Been thinking of getting inside your sweet little ass since Andre showed me that nude photo of you." Nude photo? What nude photo? No one but Lionel had nude photos of him. Without thinking, Devin had moved close enough for Marcus to reach out, grab him by the wrist, and pull him down on his knees between the black footballer's spread thighs. His cock was enormous. It didn't look exceptionally thick only because it was so long. And hard. It was only because it nearly dislocated Devin's jaw that he realized it was thick too. Devin was made to deep throat it and hold, again and again, gagging and fighting for breath, while Marcus chanted "Take it, take it, take all of it" in a raspy growl. The thick PA ring in the cock head clicked against Devin's teeth until the bulb got to the back of his throat. Marcus held Devin's head between his massive hands like a vice and pulled his face on and off the cock again and again. Then Marcus was forcing Devin to deep throat and hold until Devin was gagging. Release, and then again. Pulling out after more than ten minutes of this, he creamed Devin's cheek and eyelids, up into the blond curl that kept falling over Devin's forehead. He came in for a brutal kiss and licked the cum off the still-shocked young man's face. Marcus came up off the sofa, pulled Devin off his knees and quickly stripped him of his clothes. Devin, working his jaw to ensure that it wasn't unhinged, remained numb to what was happening to him and docile as the items were shed and thrown haphazardly to the side. How does a small twink like Devin fight off two-hundred pounds of black bruiser anyway? Having gotten Devin naked and done a bit of groping and fondling—enough to have Devin, aware of what came next, moaning and whimpering, "Oh, God, be good to me; don't split me," Marcus slung him, belly down over the back of the sofa. Devin's arms and head hung defenselessly, uselessly in the face of the size and weight difference between the two, toward the floor. He moaned and groaned as Marcus spread his butt cheeks apart and ate his ass out, muttering "Open it, open it, open to me." Other than Marcus' mutterings in that deep baritone of his, all Devin could hear was the clicking of the metal clips against each other at the ends of Marcus' swaying dreadlocks. Devin grunted and groaned as Marcus reached through his legs and grabbed his balls, rolling and squeezing them, and then roughly milked the young blond's cock while slapping and biting his buttocks, thumping his hole with his fingers, digging his fingers into and tonguing his hole deeply, Marcus sharply commanding throughout that Devin "Relax, open to me, baby. We're gonna do this; you're gonna take me. You're gonna take it big. You're gonna love every inch of it." Devin writhed and moaned under the onslaught. How could Devin relax to this assault on his privates? How could he take that monster cock? But then, miraculously, as Marcus tongued the hole deep and his milking of Devin's cock became rhythmic, less rough, and after Devin had released his cream with a jerk and a sigh, Devin did feel himself sighing, relaxing his passage, and moving his hips back rhythmically to meet the dig of the tongue. This didn't last too long until Marcus was satisfied that Devin would take him—something Devin would never have imagined he could do, but that he did. Devin felt the weight of the two-hundred-pound muscular athlete crouch over him close as he was draped over the back of the sofa, and he let out a deep, rumbling cry as, preceded by the thick PA, Marcus' cock split the difference between the curves of Devin's butt cheeks and started its long journey up his passage. Marcus reached down, grabbed a handful of blond, curly hair on the back of Devin's head and pulled it hard toward him, arching Devin's back to him. The fuck started off with a deep pounding, built up from there to the music of Marcus' thrashing dreadlock clips and Devin's plaintive cries of "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," involuntarily pulled from him by the intensity of the attack and the depth of the digging cock, and only settled down into a rhythm of long, deep slides, after Devin was reduced to a whimpering rag doll under the relentless power of the big, black muscleman. Half way through the fuck, Marcus latched the broad palm of one hand on one of Devin's pecs and grasped Devin's chin with the other one and held Devin tight into his muscular torso, Devin's cheek next to his, as he thrust up into Devin's channel, resuming the chant of "Take it, take it, take all of it" in Devin's ear. Devin dug his fingernails in the top edge of the sofa and held on for dear life. The Blind Date A few decades ago I spent the summer after my second year of college working in Hartford. It was a mundane computer programming job at one of the large insurance companies – not very challenging, but it allowed me to focus on what is important to most every 20-year-old male: getting laid and getting drunk - and in that order, at least for me. When I got to town, I looked through the want-ads and found a room to rent – a spacious room on the top floor of a three-story Victorian in an old neighborhood on the west side of the city. During the school year most of the rooms were occupied by college students, though those guys had left for the summer by the time I arrived, so my housemates in this partially filled house were twenty-somethings with fulltime jobs. One was a carpenter, another a phone company technician, and another sold commercial air conditioning. A benefit to having housemates in a new town is tapping into their existing network of contacts. My first blind date was a double-date with my phone company housemate, Jim. One of the girls he dated ("dated", as in they'd hang out at a bar for awhile, and then he'd bring her back to his room to fuck) had a girlfriend who reportedly "wasn't seeing anyone" and was looking for "some casual fun." That seemed promising to me. It was a Wednesday night. I drove Jim to a local bar a mile from the house. Gillian (his date) and the friend were already there, sitting side by side in a booth. Jim introduced me to Gillian, whom I'd never formally met, even though I'd heard her laughter and her orgasms as I'd walk past Jim's bedroom door on my way to the bathroom. Gillian introduced Annie to me. I slid into the open side of the booth, and Annie moved across to sit next to me, and Jim sat down next to Gillian. Whereas Gillian was tall – like Jim – and skinny, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and exuding a "Look at me, I'm so pretty!" attitude, her friend Annie was barely five feet tall, with pixie-short black hair, dark eyes, full lips, and a curvy body. Even better, she gave off an approachable, friendly, laid-back vibe. The girls had been drinking beer. Jim ordered another pitcher and a pizza. When those were gone, Jim and the girls began downing tequila shots. I passed on the shots, otherwise I would have been staggering home on foot. By then the girls were pretty sloshed, Jim was feeling no pain, and I was riding a minor buzz. Gillian had her head on Jim's shoulder. "So," she said across the table, looking directly at Annie, "Should we go back to my place for awhile?" I looked at Annie. She looked at me, then back to Gillian. "Okay." We all piled into my car. As it turned out, Gillian lived just a few blocks from the bar, Annie's brother had dropped her off at Gillian's house, and the two girls had walked to the bar to meet us. Gillian lived in a small house that she shared with a female roommate who wasn't planning to be there that evening. They each had a bedroom and shared a single bathroom. The living room had a couch and some other worn-out assorted furniture. Annie and I went to the kitchen to look for something to drink – cheap beer and Diet Rite cola were the only choices – and when we returned to the living room, Jim and Gillian were pawing each other on the couch. Gillian disentangled herself and stood up, wobbly, and pulled Jim by the hand toward one of the bedrooms. "Make yourself at home," she mumbled with a slurred voice over her shoulder. Her bedroom door closed with a thump. Annie sat down on the couch. I sat next to her, wondering what the next step was. Annie leaned toward me, tilted her head, and gave me the silent go-ahead to kiss her. Which, of course, I did. Her mouth tasted of beer and tequila and breath mints. Her body sank against mine, and our mouths remained mostly connected as we slipped into a horizontal position. She squirmed, I squirmed, and before long she was on her back, pressed into the cushions, and I was lying on top of her with an erection that had to be as obvious to her as it was to me. We were both breathy, with busy tongues and bodies pressed together. My mouth alternated between her lips and her neck, and her fingers alternated between sluicing through my hair and digging clawmarks into my back inside my pulled-up shirt. I edged my body southward, raising up her tanktop to expose her bra. The front clasp was soon undone, and my mouth on her handfuls of boobs and my teeth teasing her fully stiff dark nipples were met with her little whimpers and moans. Continuing southward, I kissed a straight line down the middle to her belly button, then met the waistband of her shorts. No sooner did my hands get to her waistband when Annie's back arched and her hips lifted. It was a clear signal to pull those shorts down, and down they came, shorts and panties, across her hips, past her knees, and deposited on the floor. And then my face settled in between her thighs, and I got acquainted with a nice thicket of soft, curly pubic hair and a set of pussylips that were pouting and ready for action. Annie had a musky scent that hardened me another notch, and I dove in. She had delightfully suckable lips, fatten by her arousal and yawning wide, with a stiff clit at the top and juices that flowed like a spring creek. My tongue grazed up and down, in and out, side to side. Faster, slower, faster. Annie's legs yawned wide and she panted and gasped and grunted and squirmed. Her fragrant juices smeared across the lower half of my face. I was in heaven! Did she want to come this way? Was she willing to fuck? My mouth slowed. I waited for a signal. She gave it. Annie tugged on me, and I moved higher, looming above her. Her hands cradled my face and we kissed. She must have tasted her juices on my mouth. "Do you have a rubber?" she asked. No. "Damn." Hesitation. She was thinking, calculating. "Let me suck you." That seemed like a decent compromise. We fumbled in a tipsy haze into new positions on the couch, this time with me on the bottom and Annie tucked in between my legs, hovering her face over my rigid cock. She gripped a thumb and forefinger around the base, and then slipped her lips around my cockhead and circled the rim with her tongue. Needless to say, that got my attention. My moan elicited one from her, too, and that vibrated around my cockhead in a way that produced more moans from deep in my throat. My previous girlfriends had all been hesitant, at best, about giving me oral sex. They were all happy to receive it, just reluctant to reciprocate. Maybe it was due to a fear that I might ejaculate into their mouth? Or was it a shyness about spreading their legs and exposing their most intimate body parts to me? In reality, I didn't climax from oral sex back in those days. Maybe that was due to my own fear of upsetting the girl whose reluctant mouth was busy pleasuring me, or maybe it was due to a lack of skill on the girl's part and my inability to verbalize helpful suggestions. Regardless of the reasons, the outcome was still the same. Despite Annie's best efforts, which seemed to me to be well practiced, I was stuck at a plateau. She disengaged her mouth and looked up at me, slowly jacking my very hard, very slick shaft. "You can cum in my mouth, you know." "I wish I had a rubber." Annie seemed to ponder my statement for a moment. She gave my cock a couple of long, upward licks with the flat of her tongue. Then she paused again, raised herself up on her knees and outstretched arms, and squirmed her body upward until she straddled my hips. My cock made contact with her pussy, and I began a teasing stroke up and down her cleft. "Don't you come now," she scolded me. Yeah, right, I thought. We got into that primal rhythm. I asked when she expected her next period. "In a few days," she said. I told her it was probably safe. "Yeah," she replied, and closed her eyes. Up and down, my cockhead plowed a furrow from the heat of her vaginal opening to the knobby bump of her clit, up and down, wetter and wetter, her pants and gasps ever increasing, her hands on her knees, her hips doing a slight little rocking to match my longer strokes. On one of those strokes I accidently-on-purpose I dipped my cockhead just inside the snug ring of her opening, and she inhaled a gasp, then when I continued the upward slide between her lips, she exhaled a long "Ohhhhh." Three strokes later I tried it again, with the same result. Then two strokes. Then I lingered there, her vagina tweaking little clenches just below my cockhead. "Okay?" I asked, and she breathed a beery "Okay" in response. And inward I slid. I granted myself a slow torture, one fraction of an inch after another, sinking deeper and deeper into what I still remember today as one of the snuggest, slickest, hottest snatches I've ever encountered, before or since. Annie began to pant, her hips rocked faster, but I resisted – Lord knows I wanted to – an intense desire to just stab into her with one powerful, bottoming-out thrust. And when I did finally bottom out, I truly bottomed out. My pubic bone mashed against hers and I felt her slick, warm walls embracing my entire shaft. This, I told myself, this was going to make me explode. Her vagina was alive, giving me those little clenches, while her body was doing those gyrations around the root of my cock, her weight pressing me back against the couch cushions, her mouth trying to maintain an open-mouth kiss while also fighting to breathe her gaspy pants. "Oh fuck," she breathed, and I did. Mostly my cock stayed embedded, with my hips rocking a rhythm of pressures against her inflamed pussylips and clit. Four, five, six of those, then I'd draw my cock back most of the way and sharply thrust back in and do the pressures again. Whatever I was doing was working for Annie, which was a good thing because I knew I wasn't going to last very long myself. Here we go, I thought to myself, and I picked up the pace. It was the same steady rhythm, but ever so slightly faster and faster. I got there first. That old primal instinct overwhelmed any remaining self-control I pretended to have, and I gave her a few final, wet, slickery pumps. My cock stiffened into a steel-pole hardness, and I lunged upward to bury myself again in her juicy snatch and unloaded. The first intense spasm exploded my skull. I think I cried out something as I released that first long spurt. My heels dug into the soft couch cushion and I tried to raise my hips to push in deeper. Annie's face scrunched up and she began to hyperventilate. My second spurt triggered her orgasm. She popped with a high-pitched squeaky squeal, holding her breath, her back arched and her hips pressed down and the rubbery tip of her cervix quivering against my cockhead. Pulse after exquisite pulse, I squirmed against her nether grasp, stretching her vagina at different angles with my shaft, emptying my balls into her sweet embrace. I managed to restart my strokes and felt her liquefied sheath. "Oh God oh fuck oh God oh fuck," she moaned as I filled her. When I was done, Annie was still quivering with little shudders, as we both struggled for oxygen. When my erection finally softened, Annie lifted her hips and my cock reluctantly slipped out. Annie reached a hand to her crotch. "Shit," she murmured, "What a mess." I sat up. Annie swung her legs around, keeping her hand cupped between her legs. She stood up, picked up her shorts and panties from the floor, and walked unsteadily to the bathroom. It seemed like a good time to pull my pants back on. She emerged from the bathroom wearing her shorts and made her way back to the couch, plopping down heavily, head tilted back and eyes closed. "Are you okay?" I asked. "A little dizzy." I gave her a moment to settle herself. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me. "I kind of have a boyfriend." "Oh. Okay." Annie returned to her slouching position. Her eyes closed again. "I shouldn't be fucking you," she said. "I understand. I just – I mean, I enjoyed meeting you. I enjoyed tonight." "Me too." Annie sighed, then slumped toward me. We ended up mostly horizontal again, kissing. She whispered in my ear, "I loved feeling you cum." She playfully nipped on my earlobe. "And feeling all gushy inside." "And I loved being inside you. And making you gushy." Annie giggled. "I have a confession to make." "What?" "I have a condom in my purse." "So why didn't you..." "I wanted to feel you. Without it." The bedroom door opened, and Gillian and Jim walked out. Annie and I sat up. There was a few moments of awkwardness, then Jim and I said our goodbyes and we left. The next week, Jim poked his head into my bedroom. "Gillian called me. She said that Annie said to tell you that everything worked out on schedule. Whatever that means." "Ok, good. Tell her thanks. I never got Annie's phone number." "She has a boyfriend, apparently." "So she told me." I wondered if she used that condom with him. The Blind Date Saturday Night. Jennifer had a pit in her stomach. This was the first date that she had been on since her husband was killed in a car accident. She didn’t know what to expect. Her friend Rita had set her up with a guy that she knew from her office. Rita told her he was the type of guy that all women lusted after, but, was very sweet, and was looking to please a woman. Something Rita thought Jennifer needed. It had been over a year since her husband died. Jennifer never imagined herself ever dating again, for that matter going to bed with anyone else. Jennifer had married her husband Frank when she was 18, fresh out of high school. Frank was the dark handsome rogue that all the girls lusted after. Captain of the football team and a damn good lay. Jennifer started thinking about the first time she met Frank. She was on the cheerleading squad. The team had just won the first game of the season. Frank was on the sidelines, went over to her and whispered that he wanted to talk to her after the game. Jennifer smiled and nodded to his request. From that evening on, they were always together. After they got married. They were both so happy. Sex every night. There was no stopping the passion they felt for each other. They knew each other’s bodies so well. It amazed Jennifer how close they became. Jennifer’s face began to flush with all the thoughts of love making with Frank. Something she knew she may never have again. She took a deep sigh and began to concentrate on what she would wear for her blind date. Jennifer decided to wear a little black dress that she saved for special occasions. Rita’s friend, Tom, said they were going someplace special. He had told her on the phone that he wanted her to look nice. She looked at herself in the mirror, looked at the face staring back at her. Her long brown hair hung down her back with small curls at the end, her face freshly painted made her blue eyes stand out. She put on a dab of red lipstick to help accentuate her eyes even more. “You’re ready kid.” Jennifer was surprised when the doorbell rang to her apartment. When she opened the door, she was staring at a muscular, blonde haired blue-eyed version of her husband Frank. She shook her head and took another look. Did he have a twin he didn’t tell me about? She thought to herself. Tom handed Jennifer a bunch of white roses. “Are you all right?” Jennifer nodded. “Yes. You just look very familiar to me.” Jennifer thanked Tom for the flowers. She invited Tom in for a moment while she put them in a vase of water. Jennifer walked from the kitchen back into her living room. Tom stood waiting patiently for her with his hands behind his back. “Have you lived her long?” he asked. “No, I moved here after my husband died. I needed a change.” Jennifer explained. “I thought it would help to get a fresh start on a new life.” Tom understood. He was a widower himself. He had lost his wife two years before to cancer and knew how hard it was to start again. He told her about his two children and said that he sees his wife everyday in them and feels close to her in every way. But, knows it is time to go on with his life. The two sat down on the sofa and chatted about everything for a while. Jennifer offered Tom a drink; they had a glass of wine together. As the time passed, things began to heat up between Tom and Jennifer. Tom began playing with Jennifer’s hair slowly brushing his fingers through it. Jennifer closing her eyes at the soft gentle feel of him doing so. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He tasted of chocolate and mint. Jennifer became impassioned by the kiss. She drank of his lips wanting more. Tom slowly began to run his hands down her arms and bring her closer to him. He too became more impassioned with the deepening of their kiss. He slowly parted Jennifer’s lips with his own and began caressing her tongue with his own, urging her to drink more of his kiss. Jennifer did willingly wanting more of Tom’s kiss. Tom’s hand found its way to Jennifer’s breast. Slowly he caressed it, making the nipple jut out through the fabric. Passion began rising with in Jennifer. She could feel her womanhood grow with heat and moist. Wanting to feel this man deep with in her. Her heart was racing. Her senses were on nothing but the passion that was rising inside of her. He was taking her to places she had not been in quite some time. Tom had carefully removed Jennifer’s dress to find that she was wearing nothing underneath. Jennifer had unbuttoned Tom’s shirt and was caressing his chest with his fingers. Her hands were running over the muscles in his chest feeling the heat that was rising between them. His chest was soft, but hard at the same time. Jennifer slid her hands down to unbuckle his belt. Then she unfastened his pants. She slid one of her hands into his open trousers to find his manhood was ready for her. She felt her womanhood become more excited as she stroked him. Jennifer pulled Tom to lie on top of her on the sofa, they began caressing each other all over, hands seemed to be everywhere. She nibbled on his neck. “Take me, make me yours.” Tom slowly opened Jennifer’s legs with one of his hands. He began massaging her soft moist mound with the tips of his fingers, then he entered one finger deep in side her. Jennifer let out a gasp of excitement. Her body wanted more. Everything began to spin around her. All she could think about was wanting more. Tom withdrew his fingers from deep inside of Jennifer, and then inserted his manhood. Thrusting slowly. Keeping the motions slow and passionate. Jennifer began to join his rhythm with her own. She had never made love this slowly before. It was making her hotter with passion with each slow thrust from Tom. Driving her on to wanting more of him, but wanting it to stay slow. Wanting to drive forever with this man deep inside of her. Jennifer and Tom came with such strong orgasms that it surprised both of them. They couldn’t believe what had happened between them. Before they knew it, they wanted more of each other. ”I’m sure this isn’t what you had in mind for a special evening.” Jennifer said with lust in her voice. “No, it isn’t. This is the first blind date that I’ve ever been on that I don’t want to end.” Said Tom. Over and over again, they made passionate love throughout the apartment. From the sofa to the dining room table, they took a short break in the kitchen to get a bite to eat. From there, they ended up making love on the kitchen counter with chocolate syrup all over the both of them and the kitchen licking it off of each other. Finally, they made their way into the bedroom, where they fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning they woke up smiling to each other and began to make love once again. “Is this still a blind date?” Asked Jennifer. “No baby. This is the next day. Do you want to go out again?” Asked Tom. Jennifer giggled. “Sure, when?” “Right now, baby. Right now.” Tom said. And again began to nibble on her ear and then ran his tongue down to her hard jutting nipple, he took it into his mouth and began to suck on it once again. They made love the rest of the day not a care in the world to either of them. The Blind Date I can't believe that I'm doing this. How did I let Nancy talk me into a blind date with one of her friends? I'm old enough to know better. Oh well, here we are. Just push the doorbell and let's get it over with. Better push it again. I am at the right address aren't I? Were is that piece of paper that I wrote it down on. Yes, I'm at the right place. Try the bell again. Hmm, maybe the bell doesn't work - try knocking. Okay. Once more with the knocking and then I'm outta here and home to watch the Bronco's kick th.....Well hello there and what a surprise. This lady doesn't need a blind date; she is a living wet dream. That's a face to die for, and those tits, world class if ever I saw - oh god! She's wearing nylons and high heels. Did Nancy tell her what a turn on they are for me? No, with those legs she probably always wears them. The again, what if Nancy did tell her and she doesn't usually wear them; could she have dressed to deliberately turn me on? No, that doesn't make sense. She could walk outside and just stand on the porch and the guys would line up. God, is she hot looking. She doesn't look as if she is too disappointed in what she sees - this may work out well after all. Oh oh. Is that a wedding ring I see on her finger? Yes it is! What the fuck has Nancy got me into this time. Whatever it is, I'm not backing away from this woman - ring or not. So far so good. She seems to like my choice of restaurant and the wine I selected. I can't believe how easy it is to talk to her. Normally I'm at a loss for words when I'm around women. What is this Goddess doing here with me anyway? What about her husband? Why on Earth did she want a blind date with me? What did she and Nancy talk about? This whole thing doesn't make sense! Unless - unless she wants something that I have. The one thing that I do best and that Nancy loves the most is eating pussy. Could that be it? Could Nancy have told her that I love to eat pussy and that I'm good at it? Could it be that this sexy lady's husband won't eat her pussy and she wants a tongue in her cunt? Let's test the water here and see what happens. Start with a little knee contact under the table. Oh ho. She returned pressure and she is still smiling - it's a good sign. We need to finish dinner and move on to a place where we can be a little more "accidentally intimate." Good! The dance floor is crowded and I can push my cock into her leg. If I get a negative response I can blame it on the crowd. The crowd doesn't get the blame for the hard cock though - she gets all the credit for that. She's got to know that I've had an aching cock ever since she opened her front door. Here comes a nice slow dance, this should tell the tale. God is she a nice armful and she smells so good. A couple of steps, now turn right into her and push your cock into her thigh. No negative reaction. Pull back, but stay close. Another little spin to the right and move into her again, now withdraw slowly - lordy lordy lordy, she's following and holding contact. She's pushing into my cock and she is still smiling. Lower your hand slowly, cup her ass and pull her to you. Damn! I think I know what we both want so let's just go ahead and enjoy the rest of the evening. Talk about mixed emotions. Dancing with her is the most erotic thing, except for sex, that I've ever done. I don't want the music to end, but on the other hand I've got to do something about this stiff cock of mine. She has me at the boiling point and I haven't even kissed her yet. Lord, I hope I don't end up at home beating my meat. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time. It's closing time and they are hustling to get everybody out. Here we are - the moment of truth - open the car door, turn toward her, lean forward and kiss her on the lips. She returns the pressure and the tip of her tongue flicks out just a bit. Break it off slowly and then help her into the car. I'm beginning to think I was right on the money when I guessed that Nancy told her about my fondness for eating pussy. Whoa Bob! When you jump to conclusions you are usually wrong. Just get in the car and get her home and see what happens. But what if her husband is there? No, she wouldn't be doing this if he were around, would she? What's this? She is sliding across the seat to be next to me. Ten minutes! I don't believe we sat in the car and necked like teenagers for ten whole minutes. Her tongue sends shivers through my whole body every time she slips it into my mouth and there is no objection to my hands roaming all over her body. Do I want to come in? I want to cum in you. I want you to fuck my brains out! I want you to spend the next month trying to fuck me to death. Of course I want to come in, but my mind is screaming "Where is your husband." Some very passionate kisses and I need to use the bathroom. Check out the medicine cabinet - shit! - No doubt now that there is a man of the house somewhere, but where? Forget it. Think now! This is where you always blow it. One wrong move - one wrong word - and you'll be out of here so fast it will make your head swim. When you go back to the living room be slow, take your time, no need to rush. Ready? Be cool now. Okay, here we go. Well, so much for making a wrong move. This is the first time in my life that I've walked into a room and found my date finger fucking herself. What a sight! Garter belt, nylons, high heels and a smile - nothing else. Legs wide apart, eyes looking right into mine as she slowly parts the lips of her pussy and slides a finger slowly inside. The pace of her fingers is slow so let that be your clue. Undress slowly. Take your time. As much as you want to rush over there and fall on her, don't do it. First your jacket, next the tie followed by the shirt. Step out of your shoes. Why is there no 'cool' way to take off your socks? Unbuckle your belt and let the trousers fall. Step out of them, peel of your briefs and let your pounding cock spring free. Now what? Let her actions be your guide. Sit in the chair opposite and as you watch her slowly work her fingers in and out of her pussy start stroking your cock, Slowly now - match her speed. I'm surprised I haven't shot into the ceiling by now. Stroke it slowly. Is she watching my face or my hands? Raise your eyes and look at her - she's watching your hands. Her fingers are moving a little faster so increase your speed to match. Another minute or so and I'm going to have to do something or I'm going to spill all over her carpet. She's stopped fingering herself. What should I do? Better keep stroking my cock till I see what she does next. She is getting up and coming over to me. She kneels down in front of me and watches me beat my meat. She is breathing hard and reaching out with her right hand. Oh god, she's cupping my balls, kneading them gently. That's it! I'm going to lose it. I can't hold it any longer. She is leaning forward, bending her head and kissing the head of my dick. There it goes. Oh Christ - my first spurt hit her on the lips and now she has cum running down her chin. She is going to be pissed at me now. Maybe not! She takes hold of my cock and holds it so my cum splashes all over her tits all the while looking into my eyes. She is bending forward and taking my cock in her mouth - God does that feel good. Reach down, take her head in both hands and pull her off your cock. Raise her up and look into her face. God is she sexy looking with my cum on her lips and chin as she looks in my eyes with an expression of - what? Lust? Expectation? Or is it a look of doubt? Does she think I'll get up and leave now that I've shot my wad? Pull her forward and gently kiss her. Pull back, look deep into her eyes and then lean forward and kiss her again, not so gently this time and put some tongue into it. Damn - can this woman kiss. Keep kissing her, move your hands to those fabulous tits and slowly massage your cum into her skin. Tweak the nipples gently, boy are they hard. Her hands are working on my cock now; I wonder how long it will take her to get me hard again. Ease her down onto the floor. Break off the kiss, nibble on her cheek, kiss the tip of her nose, now the eyes, back to the mouth. Hold the kiss; trail your right hand slowly down to her pussy. Her legs are open so slowly, very slowly, start to work your fingers in - wow - must have hit a switch there - she arches up and drives her tongue as deep into my mouth as she can. Work the fingers in and out of her pussy. Keep the hand working as you break off the kiss. What's that? Up near the top of the bookshelf - a little red light! Damn, she has a video camera taping this. What's going on here? Could it be that her husband is one of those guys who likes to watch his wife with other guys? It would explain a lot. Is the camera connected to a TV in another room? Is he here watching, or is the tape for him to view later when he gets home? No matter, I'm not backing off from her now. Keep the hands working while you lower your mouth to her left breast. Bathe it with your tongue; tease the nipple, kiss, nibble and lick. Suck the nipple gently, use your tongue and suck ever so gently. Keep those fingers going in her pussy - damn is she wet. You're doing something right, she's arching her back and pushing up at your hand. Whoa, what did I do wrong? She's pulling away. Wait a minute, we are okay. She wants to get into a sixty-nine position. As she lowers her pussy down to my face I feel her hands cup my balls and take hold of my cock. Her hot mouth closes around my cock and I arch up into her mouth in an involuntary reflex. She doesn't seem to notice and both of her hands drop to grab the cheeks of my ass and pull me up into her. My tongue is plunging in and out of her cunt and she is pushing it down at me. Pay attention to the clit, kiss, nibble and lick. She is having an orgasm and pounding her pussy down on my face. Okay, give up on finesse - concentrate on getting your face so deep into her pussy that you can kiss the back of her belly button. Keep working the tongue and stay with her. Christ! I can't keep this up. I'm going to cum again and I still haven't fucked her. Trying to pull away isn't working. She is pushing her pussy down into my face and pinning me to the floor while she gobbles my cock like a woman possessed. Her hot mouth is sliding up and down my cock at an ever-increasing speed and her grip on the cheeks of my ass is keeping me from pulling away. I pull my face away from her cunt and tell her I'm going to cum, but she either doesn't hear me or she chooses to ignore me. I make one more effort to pull away from her, but she holds on tight and so I surrender to the inevitable and send what feels like a gallon of cum up into her throat. She surprises me and makes no move to pull away, instead she swallows every drop I pump out and her hands go to work massaging my balls in an attempt to get every drop I have in me. Her mouth finally releases me and she raises up and swings off of me. Turning, she lowers her mouth to mine and her tongue drives into my mouth and I taste my own cum as she swirls her tongue around. The kiss is long and drawn out and for some reason I am reluctant to break it off. Perhaps it is because I just don't want this night to end? What's she doing now? She is going after my cock again with her mouth. Does she really think she can get me up again this quick? What's that cold sensation? She is stroking my cock with one of her high heels. High heels have always turned me on, but this takes it to a whole new level. Her mouth is back on my cock again and she sucks just the head as she strokes the underside of my dick with the high heel. It is scratching, but I'll be damned if I'm going to say anything. Something enters my ass and I arch up from the floor driving my cock deep into her mouth. It's one of her fingers. She has dropped the high heel and is working a finger in and out of my ass while her hot mouth is deep throating me. I'm damn near to the boiling point again. "Enough!" I scream, "I've got to fuck you!" She lifts her head and with a sexy smile says, "Are you sure? You really seem to be enjoying what I'm doing." I tell her I'm sure and she reaches down and puts the 'come-fuck me pump' back on her foot. She raises up, swings a leg over me and lowers herself down onto my cock. I can't believe how hot and tight she feels as her cunt swallows my dick. She leans forward and her tits brush my face as she starts to rock back and forth. I try to time it so that I can thrust up as she pushes down and soon we are in rhythm. She is starting to breathe harder. I ask if she wouldn't be more comfortable on her bed and her reply seems a bit strange. "No bed. Not the bed. The floor is fine, not the bed." Is that where her husband is, in the bedroom? Is that video camera hooked to a TV and he is in there watching? I've read about men who like to watch their wives with other men, is that what this is all about? Fuck it, I don't care. I clutch her to me and drive my cock into her as hard as I can and then I roll her over onto her back. She pulls her legs so far back that her knees are next to her ears. I drive my cock into her as hard and fast as I can. She starts moaning, "Fuck me fuck me fuck me oh god fuck me." Her legs are over my shoulders now and her heels are rubbing my face. I want to take my time and make this last, but an inner need is driving me to empty myself into her. I reach the edge and tell her I am about to cum and she grabs my ass with both hands and pulls me to her and holds me there as I shoot what little sperm I have left into the raging furnace that is her cunt. I continue slowly fucking her until my cock goes limp and then I move off of her and lay down on the floor next to her. I notice the clock on the wall and it tells me that I am about to get in trouble. It is 6:05 and I have to be to work by nine. I won't make it unless I get up and leave now, but there is no way that I am going to that. The phone rings and she gets up to answer it telling me to stay where I am and not move a muscle. As she moves away from me on her four-inch heels I marvel at the sway of her ass. She picks up the phone and after saying hello listens for a moment before saying, "Yes operator, I will accept the charges." A short pause and then "Hello darling. No. I've been up for a while. You caught me getting ready for work." She is saying this while standing with her legs apart, cum running down her legs, and looking at me. She walks over me and stands astride me and as I'm looking up at her dripping bush she raises an eyebrow in a question. I know what she wants and I nod my head yes. She continues her phone conversation as she lowers herself down and pushes her pussy into my face and as I begin to feast on her hot, wet pussy I hear her say, "Yes darling, I love you too." She hangs up the phone and places both hands on the sides of my head and pulls me into her cunt. I attack her clit for all I'm worth and I am rewarded when her body shudders in a massive orgasm. As the spasms subside she lifts herself off of me, leans over and gives me a deep kiss. I start to ask her about the phone call, but she cuts me off with, "Sorry baby, but a girl needs her secrets." As I was leaving I tell her that I'd had a simply marvelous evening and that I hoped that she had enjoyed it too. I tell her that I am going to find some very special way to thank Nancy for making the evening possible. She smiles at me and says, "That's fine baby, as long as your method of thanks doesn't include what you did with me last night. You are going to need all of your energy for me for the next few days." I bounced down her front steps with the biggest smile I've ever had as my mind played out the possibilities of the next few days. The Blind Date A buddy from our own small high school went to a dance with another school, some international mixer or something for Spanish or German students. He ended up with a girl's phone number but her parents wouldn't let her date unless it was a double-date. After begging me for an hour I agreed to be set up with a blind date so he could see her. That Saturday we headed out to meet the girls and go to the movies. We got there around 4pm and walked inside to meet the girls. We didn't exchange names or much at first as the girls were still getting ready but I had already started plotting my buddy's fate from the look of the girl I assumed he was setting me up with. She was horse-faced, bitchy, and generally unattractive in a way I knew would lead to the night becoming sheer hell for me. Fortunately, once they were ready I quickly found out that horse-face – named Natalie- was the one my buddy wanted and that the other girl – Kristi – was the one for me. Kristi was small about 5 foot tall – brown hair and eyes, and weighed probably around 100 pounds. She wasn't stacked but she was pretty cute. We went and grabbed some burgers, then decided to go see a movie but couldn't all decide on which one to see. Finally Kristi suggested my bud and Natalie go see the one she wanted and take the car while she and I would take Kristi's car to see the other. I almost choked when I saw what she drove, a 1976 Pontiac which looked like she needed to sit on phone books to see over the steering wheel of the enormous old boat. After being dropped off at Kristi's and in her car she turned to me and smiled. "I hope you really don't mind if we don't go see a movie. I just wanted to give Natalie and your friend some time alone." "It's ok." I told her, "I'd rather just go hang out and save some money." From that point on we both relaxed considerably and decided to go waste time at a local park until it was time to meet the others. We started out in the front seat just listening to her tape collection and chatting about nothing. Soon enough though we moved to the back seat to share a bottle of bourbon she had and to avoid being spotted as night began to fall. From that point on the conversation drifted off and on as we sipped the bottle and choked the vile stuff down without any mixer and before I knew it we were kissing. Kissing led to petting and then to my awkward attempts to remove her bra before she finally sat up and grinned in a way that told me she had the same thoughts I did at the moment. "It snaps in the front." She said, and then quickly pulled off her shirt followed it with her bra. At her insistence my shirt followed quickly afterwards and I didn't bother taking off her miniskirt as I simply pulled her panties off from under them with her eager help. At this point all the maneuvering to get her panties off left me in the floorboard of the back seat and looking right up her thighs to her sweet little pussy. Deciding to go for it, I started kissing the inside of one leg and then the other, working my way up slowly and starting to smell her excitement as her breathing started getting heavier. I hadn't gone down on a girl before , but like most males of my age bracket I'd read about it in the pages of Penthouse, Hustler, High Society and Swank enough to have a good idea of what to do. I kissed her sex once, then started to use my tongue to explore and see what seemed to make Kristi hotter. When I found a spot she seemed to like I'd stay there for a bit, then move on and try something else. After a few minutes, which started to seem like forever to my un-exercised neck and tongue, Kristi took the lead and used both hands to guide my head and tongue to the spot she wanted the most attention. Kristi's breathing started becoming more shallow as time passed, her fingers in my hair tightening and relaxing with each lick of my tongue and her hips started swaying and bucking to meet me in a rhythm that only accelerated the longer we went. When Kristi climaxed she left no doubt about it. Her fingernails raked along my scalp as her hands held me in place and she grunted quietly in urgent gasps until her climax subsided. After a breather to allow Kristi to calm down and to give my sore neck a rest we started making out again, this time without as much awkward fumbling as her small hands found my belt and the buttons on my jeans. As she kissed her way down my chest I lifted my ass so that she could pull my jeans and underwear down, and I was now ready for some serious fucking. Kristi, on the other hand, surprised me when she didn't even pause on her way down and grasped the shaft of my cock. She started kissing the head, running her tongue around it as she seemed to decide exactly how much she wanted to do. I know now that she was no expert at this but she seemed very eager to return the favor I'd just given her as she opened her mouth and started to suck me in, bobbing her head up and down is short strokes that grew longer in passing as she got used to what she was doing and more confident. Her hands found mine and placed them on her head, seeming to tell me what to do. Taking the hint, I ran my fingers through her hair and started steering her to what felt best. Soon I felt things tightening up and I told her I was getting close to coming. She pulled her head back and started stroking the shaft, looking up and smiling for a second as she did so she returned to sucking me, but removing her mouth quickly when she seemed to think I was about to blow. Finally the feeling hit, I managed to utter a quick "Now" to tell her but it was a second too late. Kristi had just taken my member into her mouth and didn't have time to pull it out before come came gushing out. She pulled my cock out a second later, but then decided to continue with what she was doing as I continued to come and felt like my legs were going to break if she didn't stop soon. After that we were both quiet as I caught my breath and Kristi evidently looked for a rag or something to spit my come into. She settled for her underwear and then took a large drink of bourbon before kissing me. By the time we knew we needed to get going to meet up with the others but we did drag our feet. She insisted that I drive, telling me the alcohol was making her tipsy and I did so after pulling my clothes back on. As we wandered along the side streets across town to the theater she snuggled up beside me and placed my hand in her lap. My fingers found their way up her skirt again and soon she was sitting back with her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling. At a stop-light a cop pulled up beside us, not bothering to give us more than a passing glance but I decided to stop until we weren't right beside each other. Kristi opened her eyes to notice the cop, then simply pulled my arm around her shoulders and snuggled close until the light changed and we parted ways with the cop. What happened next surprised me enough to almost send us into someone's yard. Without a word, Kristi simply lay down, her head in my lap, and I felt her hands starting to undo my belt and jeans again. My dick was still soft from the last go round but she snuck her hand in and managed to pull the head out and started sucking just that. From there I could feel myself getting harder with each bob of her head and grow larger until I was fully erect. Kristi didn't miss a beat as I started turning down darker and slower side streets along residential neighborhoods to delay our progress as much as possible. My free hand found its way up her skirt and to her pussy from behind. I managed to slide a finger inside and another found her clit as I started to rub it and she responded with more urgent sucking. If she noticed when we pulled over again, she didn't show it, but she continued working on me, one hand exploring my balls through my shorts and the other holding herself up so that she could continue the blow job. I continued to rub her clit and slid another finger inside, sliding these in and out in time with my rubbing. Fingering her seemed to have a direct effect on how much she sucked on my cock and how deep she tried to take it as she went down. She didn't ever get very far but as we continued she started to experiment with different things like running her tongue around the base of the head and licking up the side. This time I didn't tell her I was about to come but simply lay my head back and let it go. She seemed to know what was about to happen as she simply slowed down a little and kept my cock between her lips. I continued rubbing and she soon started to buck her hips and make muted grunting sounds as she neared orgasm as well. That was enough and I felt my balls start pumping again. Kristi kept her mouth over my cock and started licking the head as I came, making the experience all the more intense! It took a few minutes to calm down again, but by the time I did, Kristi had managed to clean herself up and was sitting up, smile on her face and ready to go. We were now really late to meet up with my buddy and Natalie, so we quit fooling around and go to the theater as soon as possible. We said goodbye there but Kristi gave me a kiss and her number as we parted. On the way home I simply relaxed and let my buddy bitch about Natalie slapping him during the movie for trying to feel her tits. He asked how my night went and I didn't have to really comment on anything as he was still mad enough to continue on with his own frustration. Kristi and I did see each other a few more times after that, but that first time is the most memorable. The Blind Date This story is fictional. I have never dated a blind woman but I did have an acquaintance that was blind. Her husband was also blind. She pointed out something to me that I had never thought of. There is no such thing as porn for a blind person. She lamented that fact to me and so for nearly three months, I read pornographic novels to her over the phone. What she did while she listened I'll never know but she thanked me over and over again. * After my wife died, I buried myself in my work. It seemed to limit the time I had to spend feeling sorry for myself that this marvelous woman had been taken away from me. My friends were very concerned for me. They held dinner parties where certain available women just "happen by" but I never answered any of the messages and phone numbers hastily written on napkins and stuffed into my jacket pockets. My sister, Claire, and her husband, Larry, repeatedly begged me to join their church group, company picnics, etc. but I did my best to tactfully refuse. One day, Claire called me. She had gotten a call from Stella Marshall. The Marshall family was once one of the most prominent in town. Stella still lived in the old mansion on River Road. "Becky is back in town from California, Claire gushed, and Stella wants us to take her out, just to get her out of the house. She's been back for two weeks and hasn't made contact with anyone." Once more, I ruefully gave in to my sister's ploy and agreed to meet them at the Marshall house. Becky was by far the smartest of the Marshall girls. She was drop dead gorgeous but stayed aloof from the gaggle of boys who lusted after her with their tongues hanging out all through high school. She went away to college and we lost contact with her. "Please be tactful and polite," cried Claire as we met walking up the front steps to the mansion. To my surprise, Stella herself opened the door. "Come in, everyone, Becky is ready to go." What greeted me next took my breath away. Before me stood a stunningly beautiful woman. Becky had filled out some since I last saw her at graduation. The same long blond hair was still there but the figure was now that of a mature woman of 30. "David," she cried. I took her hand and then she surprised me with a big hug. Her large breasts crushed into my chest as she threw her arms around me. Her perfume was intoxicating. I returned the obligatory hug and stepped back for the shock of my life. Becky was blind! Her beautiful blue eyes stared straight past me. "It's so good to hear your voice again," she said. "I know. I've changed some since we last saw each other." She shook hands with Claire and Larry and we all walked out to the car. I took Becky's arm but she said, "I can manage." She knew exactly how many steps to the curb. Once the car door was open, she got inside without any help. At dinner, she did let me guide her through the restaurant and read the menu to her. When the meal arrived, she asked me to describe the arrangement of the food on the plate as if the plate were a clock. After that, we all forgot she was sightless. She was bright, witty, a brilliant conversationalist and, laughing at Larry's dumb dirty jokes, she would grab my arm and bury her face on my shoulder. Something was stirring inside me that I thought was long since dead. Larry said, "Let's go dancing!" I tried to beg off but Becky said, "Come on, it won't kill you." We went to a western bar where they were giving free lessons in line dancing. Becky and I did fairly well, all things considered. We once got our feet tangled and fell to the floor, laughing like fools. During the slow dances, however, we clung to each other in a wordless admission that our common loneliness was worse than either of us had the courage to admit. I felt her body pressing into mine as she wrapped both arms around my neck. During a break we went outside into the parking lot to get away from the noise and the smoke. She turned to me and our kiss was that of two lost souls who had suddenly found solace in shared passion. There was a momentary silence and then she said, "Five years ago I was raped. They beat me so badly that I lost my sight. The doctors say that someday I may be able to see again but right now I am beginning to think I never will. I liked my job working as a teacher of blind children but when mom called and said she was getting on and her health was failing, I decided to come back home. I'm not sure what I will do yet, but meeting you again has been a wonderful homecoming." The thought of someone beating up on this beautiful creature just made my blood boil. I was overcome with an urge to find the bastards and kill them with my bare hands. On the way home we cuddled like teenagers in the back seat of the car. I called her Saturday morning and invited her to a picnic. "Wear jeans, boots and a light jacket," I told her on the phone. When I led her to the curb she sensed that something was different and said, "Where is your car? Are we walking?" "No, I said, I brought my motorcycle." She hesitated. It was immediately obvious to me that she was more than a little apprehensive. "I take it that you have never ridden on one." "No, I haven't. I'm not sure I can do it." "Really, it's easier than riding a bike. Let me get your helmet on." I buckled the helmet on her head. "Now, just put your left foot here, I said as I guided her boot to the peg, and swing your right over as though you were getting on a horse." She managed it very well. I started up the old BMW R69, climbed on and after she wrapped her arms around my waist, we took off. She loved it. She instinctively leaned into the curves and babbled on about all the smells emanating from freshly cut grass, plowed fields and stands of pine trees. We rode for about 40 minutes and entered the state park. At the lake we feasted on cold chicken, French bread, wine and cheese. She waded in the shallows picking up clams with her toes. I told myself that this woman with pant legs rolled up, standing in the water was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Later we lay under a huge tree. We talked about our lives, the things we have missed and our mutual loneliness. We started kissing again but were interrupted by the arrival of several cars full of noisy teenagers. I drove her home. At night the air was damp with early dew. The moon seemed to follow us as we sped back towards town. There were more things to smell in the night air and she continued to marvel at the thrill of whipping through the curves and the deep hum of the engine. At her front door, I kissed her once more and promised to take her to a symphony concert on Tuesday. What followed was a long series of dates which included every auditory experience I could think of. This marvelous woman taught me many lessons about sensory navigation through barriers the sighted never encounter. We were becoming known around town as a couple and invitations began to include both names. One night we were sitting in my living room, listening to a great jazz album on the stereo. Up until this point, we had just been kissing like teenagers although I could feel that something was developing between us that was more than just companionship. I hesitated to take things further for fear of taking advantage of her and yet I felt that she wanted more than we had experienced so far. We never actually talked about sex. We sort of walked around it like an elephant in the room that the two of us chose to ignore. We were half reclining on the couch when suddenly she began to slide off. She yelped and I reached for her with my hand grasping her breast. We laughed a bit and then she put her hand on top of mine and said, "That feels good, David. Please do that some more." I slid my hand under her sweater and palmed her breast over her bra. Our lips crushed together and our tongues wrestled for dominance. She suddenly straightened up and removed her sweater and bra. She leaned forward and pressed her magnificent tits into my eager hands. "I've wanted you to do this for so long," she whispered. I craned my neck a bit and fastened my lips on her nipple. This went on for some time and then she said, "You've been so good to me, David. I want to do something nice for you." She slid to the floor between my legs. She deftly unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down, with a little help from me. She fished out my cock. "I didn't think I would ever want to do this with anyone after my attack but now I feel so close to you, like we have been lovers for ages and didn't even know it....." She sucked my cock into her mouth. I closed my eyes and blessed my good fortune. The breeze drifted through the open window. For some reason I started to hear the rustling of the leaves outside as Becky plunged her head back and forth, sucking my cock. She attacked my rod with loud slathering noises. My euphoria was total. I felt her tongue working on my balls, taking first one then the other in her mouth. Then she slid back up the length of my cock and once more enveloped it in her hot mouth. I couldn't last much longer and told her so. She ignored me and continued to take my cock deep into her mouth. I leaned forward, grasping the sides of her head. Becky took me into her throat, just briefly. She pulled out slightly and began to hum. I came more strongly than I could ever remember with a groan, pumping my semen into her mouth. She huffed and mewled while she continued sucking until I grew too sensitive to take any more. "My God, Becky, I've never had it that good, I said, gasping for breath. I want to return the favor." "Not now. I really liked sucking you off but I 'm not ready just yet for anything else. I'm glad we did this. Now, please, take me home." I tried to understand her reluctance. No man can possibly know how a woman feels when she is sexually assaulted as Becky was. It is more than just pain, humiliation or a violation of her intimacy. It is a stain on her very soul which cannot easily be washed away. Some women can go on with their lives and put the horror behind them but others carry the trauma with them forever and nothing in their existence is ever the same. Becky had obviously made significant progress in adjusting to her blindness but beyond that, there was something as yet unresolved, unanswered, like an open wound that no one else could see. It was as though her mind had closed off the memory and locked the door. I wondered if she would ever let it all out, release the rage and hurt once and for all. I had hoped that I was somehow helping her through that but obviously, my influence was still quite limited. A couple of days later, I came back from a business trip and stopped by the house to see her. "Please come inside. Mom's in Milwaukee for the weekend, "she said as I arrived at the mansion. No lights were on and I stumbled through the front hall. Becky just said, "Follow me," and dashed up the stairs. I didn't even bother to look for a light switch. Her room was pitch black as the shades and curtains were drawn. I crashed into a chair. "I'm sorry; we took all the lamps out of my room since I don't need them." Through the one window that was only partially blocked by a sheer curtain, I could begin to see the street light out front as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Wait a second, "she said. I thought she was looking for a light for me. Suddenly she was against me, completely naked. "I'm sorry I turned you down last week. I've been thinking a lot about this and I want you to be the first since ......" Her voice trailed off as she crushed her mouth on mine. In the pitch darkness we tore off my clothes and she led me to her bed. Her breasts were once again in my hands, large, round and topped with tiny nipples. I sucked and licked them until she was moaning. I then slid down her body to her crotch. The hair was so soft and fragrant. I slipped my tongue inside her slit and she began moaning again. I attacked her clit with a frenzy. It had been so long since I had gone down on a woman that I let loose all my pent up desires and forced my tongue every which way I could. I slid two fingers inside her and curled them up to massage the roof of her cunt. Her cries of passion grew louder and louder. I wanted her to have the best orgasm I could deliver but she interrupted me by saying, "Put it in me now, please, now." I raised up and drove my cock into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck; her legs gripped my sides as she rose up to meet my jabs. Again and again I slammed into her. Her whole body tensed up and she began a sort of high pitched keening sound, so loud it almost hurt my ears. I kept it up, hoping to last as long as she wanted. We were both grunting and puffing with our efforts. Even though the room was cool, we were sweating. She raised her knees even higher as I banged her cunt with all my strength. She cried out and her head whipped from side to side. Then I felt that my cum was rising. One more thrust and I let go a torrent of cum into her pussy. Her entire body suddenly stiffened and she let out one final cry that must have come from the very depths of her soul; a cry born of bottled up rage, releasing all her pain and humiliation and then, finally, triumphantly overcoming at last the trauma and terror that had dogged her for five years. Tears poured from her eyes and soaked our faces, pressed together as we were, sharing our bliss. She shook and trembled as she sobbed my name over and over again. "Oh my god, she cried, finally catching her breath, I am so glad we did this. I think I'm seeing stars, at least.... one big one!" In the dim light I could barely see the outline of her face. It was turned towards the window, towards the street light. The Blind Date The low hum of conversation hovered in the air as the waiter appeared at the table with a South African rosé. The tables were decorated with a rich cream tablecloth, a decorative centrepiece and two long-stemmed red roses kissing each other in a thin vase. The waiter opened the bottle and poured a small amount in Louise's glass. She smiled as she swirled the liquid, sniffing elegantly and tasting a small sip, she gave a short nod to signify her approval of the selection. He half filled the redhead's glass, moving to fill Jenna's. Thanking him and swirling it slowly in her glass, Jenna looked across at her companion from behind her rimless designer glasses. "Remind me," she inquired, "Why did I agree to this?" She reached up to tuck a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Because you would do anything to make me happy," Louise smirked, her emerald eyes sparkling roguishly as Jenna returned a less than amused glare. "If she looks like the rear end of a rhino, or bores me to tears, I swear to god I will never speak with you again. That's a promise, Lou, not a threat." Jenna hissed through her gritted teeth. "Relax, J; Sophia assured me that her friend is hot. Besides it's only for tonight, just help me out here okay? I really like Sophia. She needed a singleton for her friend and I knew you were desperate!" Louise's smug expression grew as she watched Jenna's indignant reaction. "I don't believe you. Expect me to do you a favour and then you insult me!" Jenna grumbled. "Fine! If she turns out to be gorgeous, witty and falls madly in lust with me, don't expect a thank you." "Jenna," Louise sighed as she began, "I worry about you- immersing yourself in work as you do. I know that your break-up with Rachel was hard on you- but it was three month's ago." Louise paused as she sipped her wine, Jenna sighed as her hand moved self-consciously to her necklace- she didn't have the patience to have this discussion now. "I want you to get out there again- have some fun- meet someone. Sod Rachel, there's someone better for you out there, all you have to do is stop shutting people out and start letting someone special into your life." The genuine concern in Louise's voice touched Jenna. Before Jenna was able to articulate a response, the maître d' arrived at the table with their two dinner guests. Staring down at the table, Jenna shook her head to rid her mind of negative thoughts. She was not looking forward to meeting her blind date- she would hardly do anyone justice when thoughts of another sat heavily on her mind. When she did raise her gaze, her breath faltered. Across the table, she saw a petite woman with dark chocolate hair framing her face. Jenna slowly stood, a shiver running down her spine as the woman's icy blue gaze captivated her attention. Jenna's eyes widened as the smaller woman slowly shrugged her light coat from her shoulders. An impishly short, curve hugging black dress teasingly came into view and Jenna caught herself before a wide grin spread across her face. With a smile and a subtle wink, the brunette extended her hand. "Isabella," she introduced herself. "You must be Jenna." Jenna didn't know what else to do but extend her hand gracelessly and stammer a response. Isabella's slight, tanned hand nestled inside Jenna's and the contact felt electric. Isabella's gaze fell on their locked hands and Jenna realised she had been holding on for longer than necessary. She dropped it and cleared her throat- a nervous half-smile forming on her lips. Hoping that Louise and Sophia had not been observing her bumbling attempt at an introduction, she sat back down and drew her chair closer to the table. Within moments of everyone taking their seats, Jenna felt Isabella's dainty foot moving against her calf. Startled, the blonde pulled her leg away quickly as Isabella raised her eyebrow. "My god, I haven't seen you go so red in years!" Louise remarked. The blonde jumped and she turned to offer Louise and Sophia a weak smile as her already rose tinted cheeks grew even hotter, spreading her blush across her nose. Bringing her wine glass to her lips, she shifted her attention back to her blind date. Jenna's powder blue eyes flitted to the subtle flash of cleavage just visible over the top of her simple but effective dress. The dress was designed to elicit a specific response and Jenna was not immune. Her eyes moved back up the smaller woman's neck to her face where she found Isabella's gaze determinedly fixed on her from across the table. Jenna could hear Sophia's voice as she conversed with Louise, but she wasn't able to make out a word they were saying. All her senses remained focused on the petite woman sitting before her with an amused smile on her face. "I think I'll nip to the Ladies before we have to order. Jenna, do you know where it is?" Isabella asked politely as she stood, gathering her handbag. "Uh...yeah...sure I'll take you...um there." She stammered as a torrent of thoughts hit her. The pair moved quickly to the ladies' room on the far side of the traditional style dining room, slipping past waiters and waitresses as they tried not to break into a run. As the heavy door closed behind them, Jenna pressed Isabella up against it leaning down to kiss her hard. Isabella responded with her small and hungry tongue against Jenna's. The blonde's hands eagerly found Isabella's waist and pulled her tight against her own body as Isabella's fingers danced along the thin material of the camisole against Jenna's stomach. "My god...I've missed you." Jenna whispered hoarsely as she pressed her face down against Isabella's soft neck. She began planting soft suggestive kisses against her shoulder. 'Mi sei mancata, anche," Isabella sighed. "I missed you too. I can't believe Louise and Sophia set us up on a blind date. If only they knew!" She chuckled softly. "They don't need to know yet- it's too soon." Jenna murmured between her lingering kisses. "Please, Izzy, let me take you home?" Jenna whispered as her long fingers moved down against Isabella's golden thighs, carefully slipping up under the hem of her dress. Isabella's hand moved to still Jenna's, her other hand reached to caress her cheek. Jenna sighed in disappointment. "If we go now we'll arouse suspicion." "I don't care. I just want you all to myself." Jenna pressed her forehead against Isabella's. "Let's just play along for now, and then I promise, just us. Okay?" Jenna nodded reluctantly, knowing Isabella was right. Isabella smiled softly and pressed her lips against the tall blonde's lips. "God your lips have gone cherry red. Just how turned on are you?" Isabella teased as she pulled away and looked into Jenna's sparkling eyes. Isabella slipped her body out from between the door and the mesmerized blonde and moved gracefully towards a cubicle. Jenna bit her lower lip self-consciously and steadied herself against a basin. "Whatever level you want to assign it, it's all your fault." Jenna muttered in reply. "Now, now, darling. I guess I'll have to do something about that, won't I?" ~~ When the pair returned to their table, Jenna reached for the bottle of wine and poured some contents into Isabella's crystal. Isabella smiled and signalled 'when' by sliding her bare foot up Jenna's leg. Jenna furrowed her brow, her eyes growing wide as Isabella's foot slowly moved along her thigh. She moved one hand under the table and attempted to swat Isabella's playful foot. Isabella relented for a moment before attempting again- a smile on her lips challenging Jenna to resist. Goosebumps puckered the blonde's bare arms as Isabella's foot brushed against her thigh, determined to coax her into playing the game. Jenna picked up the menu and examined it distractedly, her eyes flicking up from the leather bound pages to meet Isabella's daring grin. When Isabella's foot made contact with the seat of Jenna's trousers, her eyes sparkled wickedly at Jenna's small gasp. "What's the matter?" Louise turned to her friend and asked in a soft tone. "Er, nothing...nothing at all..." she stammered as she tried to examine the menu. "Just the um, the price of the food here!" she waved her hand absently. "Well, don't sweat it, it's not often we get to treat ourselves like this." Louise smiled across at Isabella before turning back to Sophia to continue her conversation. Isabella rubbed against Jenna with the ball of her foot. She was feeling more daring than usual, and knowing how embarrassed Jenna would get at the thought of being caught, she couldn't help herself. Reluctantly, Jenna relaxed in her chair, rolling her eyes in defeat. Isabella smiled in victory and attempted to pull her foot away; knowing Jenna would become flustered if she continued the game. She found her foot held tightly in place by Jenna's thighs. "Perhaps we should order?" She smiled coyly, squeezing Isabella's foot between her toned thighs whilst setting the menu back down. You aren't the only one to not play by the rules, she thought to herself as she grinned at the surprise that flashed across Isabella's face. "I already know what you're going to have!" Louise teased. "Oh? And what's that?" Jenna asked with a dusting of sarcasm. "Oysters and asparagus in a garlic sauce," Louise predicted. She laughed at Jenna's confused expression. "They're all aphrodisiacs," she went on to explain as Jenna's face burned bright red. "Actually, there's no chemical basis to that theory. It's all in perception," Sophia interjected, her tone resembling that of a University lecturer's. "Asparagus and banana's are phallic and cause a perceived reaction, just as oysters and figs smell and look like female genitals when aroused- again a perceived reaction for the opposite sex." "Hmmm, perhaps I'll have the figs tonight then," Isabella responded. "Asparagus is definitely out. Who's having the oysters?" A small ripple of laughter passed over the four women as Jenna and Isabella exchanged a quick glance. "Thanks for that, Sophia." Jenna smiled across to her, thanking the exotic woman for her salvation. "And no, Lou, I have decided to have the Caesar Salad. Is that okay with you?" Jenna winked, shifting in her chair slightly, spreading her legs to allow Isabella freedom to play. A lopsided smile formed on Isabella's lips as she gently slid her bare foot against the blonde's inner thigh. She shifted her weight forward in her chair and leaned back. This new position allowed her the leverage to reach Jenna and keep up her tease. "Bella, tell us about your latest trip," Sophia smiled, encouraging the petite woman to make conversation. "Isabella travels extensively for work and I get so jealous of all the wonderful places she gets to see." Jenna smiled "What is it you do, Isabella?" she asked before taking her last sip of wine. "Well, Jenna," Isabella began, chastising Jenna with her playful glare, 'I'm an architect." She smiled proudly. "Sounds fascinating," Jenna responded, biting her lip to stifle a soft moan as Isabella pressed her toes against her mound. What underwear is she wearing? Isabella pondered wickedly. "I love it." She allowed the words to roll off her tongue slowly. Jenna shivered in response. "As Sophia said, it takes me all over the world, I'm never in London more than a fortnight before jetting off somewhere again for a few days." She smiled as Jenna pushed back against her foot subtly. Mmmm, god, I hope she's wet. "Sounds fantastic, do you enjoy the travel?" Jenna rolled her hips a little, grinding herself against Isabella. Isabella's flicker of a naughty smile was enough of an appreciation of her surrender. "I do, in fact I just came back from Istanbul a few hours ago. I was due back tomorrow but I cut the trip short." She varied the pressure against Jenna teasingly as she twirled a lock of dark chocolate hair sensually between her fingers. "Wow, what was it you had to do in Istanbul?" Jenna asked politely, trying not to moan. She raised her eyebrow, tucking away a question for Isabella best saved for when they were alone. "I visited a client who is looking to open up some hotels. Between meetings and viewings I had enough leisure time to take in some local landmarks. I managed to visit the Sultanahmet Camii- Turkish for the Sultan Ahmed Mosque- you may know it as The Blue Mosque." Isabella moved her foot again, her toes rubbing Jenna slowly. "I've seen pictures- it looks beautiful." Jenna gripped the edge of the table hard and took a deep breath before biting her bottom lip, holding back a soft groan. "It truly is. I've always been interested in the architecture of different cultures. Islamic architecture is definitely something to behold." She pulled her foot away and returned it to her strappy heel, smiling playfully. Her mission was complete. Jenna narrowed her eyes, vowing to herself that she would repay Isabella's infantile scheme. ~~ The sounds of stifled gasps filled the small space of the car's cabin as Jenna and Isabella stole a passionate kiss before roaring off in the direction of Isabella's home. Jenna was giddy with the excitement of being in the driver's seat of Isabella's little beast of a two-seater and as she raged along the empty road she tried to ignore Isabella's wandering fingers. They had begun behind her ear, curling playfully in the wisps of hair laying there, slowly moving across and down to the side of her neck. Jenna rolled her neck and scowled playfully as she overtook another car recklessly. With no music filling the tiny space separating their bodies, the sounds of the powerful engine resonated in the low sports car. The spoils of years of frugality, the car had been a twenty-ninth birthday present to herself, and Isabella had owned it for two years now. She loved it no less after that time, and perhaps even held more affection for the machine when she remembered the romantic interludes on the farce of a backseat. The engine purred as Jenna impatiently heeded the red light. Jenna purred with equal intensity as Isabella's fingers caressed her left nipple, never taking her eyes from Jenna's expression. A familiar sensation was welling up at the juncture between her legs and her nipples continued to harden. She ignored these sensations as she released the handbrake, rolled forward and floored the accelerator. Flicking her gaze to the rear-view mirror, she was glad to see the outer city road was empty. The growling engine caused her seat to vibrate and biting her lip was all she could do to maintain her composure. "Are you trying to get me to wrap your baby around a tree?" Jenna hissed as Isabella pinched hard. "You can do that without my help, Jen, but you won't - you wouldn't dare get a scratch on my car." Isabella spoke firmly as she moved her hand down slowly, feeling her lover's taut stomach through the tight camisole. If she doesn't stop this, I'm going to mess her precious leather seat. Jenna gripped the steering wheel as the sensations swept over her. "Move any lower and I'm stopping here and making you walk." Jenna growled as she concentrated on allowing the speedometer to race past seventy. "Do remember, darling, that it's my car." She slipped her hand deftly up the inside of the pearl coloured cami and playfully brushed her fingertips just under her navel. "Besides, if you do that, you won't get your Valentine's gifts," she added as she moved her fingers against the waistband of Jenna's trousers. The next thing Isabella knew she was peeling herself from the windscreen- Jenna had pumped the brake and ended in an emergency stop, half skidding. The car was now horizontal across both lanes of the wide road. Isabella's head spun. Had Jenna called her bluff? She straightened herself out and whirled around in her seat angrily. She wouldn't dare. Would she? As she swept her hair away from her face, she felt wet lips against hers. She smiled and reciprocated, raising her hand to Jenna's cheek, knocking her glasses slightly. "Mmmm...god I need to get you home. Now," She mumbled into Isabella's mouth before reluctantly pulling away and revving the car up again as she adjusted her glasses. Violently swinging the car back to the left, Jenna roared off again. The vibrations from the powerful engine teased through the seat, it was enough to keep her arousal peaked. Within minutes, she was thundering down Isabella's long quiet road. She came to a grinding halt outside a white bungalow with mock Tudor beams adorning the façade. She clicked a button on a key fob and waited impatiently as the garage door lifted open. She didn't wait, the car being low enough to slide through when it was only half up, and proceeded to drive it into the garage. ~~ Isabella giggled as she fumbled blindly for the light switch behind her. Jenna's lips pressed tight against the smaller woman's neck, her hands busy at her waist, moving down to the hem of the tiny black dress. Isabella's back flattened against the wall as the bedroom became illuminated. Jenna's body pressed against Isabella's and she launched an assault on her lover's hot skin. The blonde's lips and tongue sucked against her partner's neck, playfully teasing. She grazed her teeth playfully over the wet skin and Isabella's grip on her shoulders tightened. "Mmmm...I want to give you your Valentine's gifts..." Isabella whispered against Jenna's blonde locks as she felt the hem of her dress slide up and the fabric gather at her hips. "In the morning." Jenna replied softly as she pulled away from her lover's neck. Isabella smiled in anticipation. "Here, let me help you with this." Jenna gently tugged the dress over the peaks of Isabella's breasts, tossing it to the floor. "But I wanted to..." Isabella started. Jenna cut her off with a quick kiss. "I'm tired, and you must be jet-lagged. Let's go to bed, eh?" Jenna suggested as she moved away and started taking her shoes and socks off. Jenna tried to hide her playful grin as she turned her back to a flustered Isabella. It's payback time. "What? No! I'm only two hours ahead...I don't want to sleep!" Isabella squealed in desperation, moving her semi-naked body behind her partner and pressing herself against her back. "There's so much I want to subject you to..." she whispered sensually as her fingers slipped around Jenna's tummy and began the climb up the front of her camisole. Jenna made a show of her small yawn as Isabella's fingers found her pert breasts, thumbing them through the thin silk and bra. She arched her back in pretend irritation at the feel of Isabella's kisses between her shoulder blades, pulling away gently. "I'm too tired, Izzy. I just want to go to sleep, come on..." Jenna moved away from Isabella and began to undress for bed. "Don't fuck with me, Jenna." Isabella grunted angrily, as she watched in disbelief, her fists clenching and unclenching. Count to ten. "I don't plan to Isabella," she began in an irksome tone, "I already said we should just go to sleep." Clad in her underwear, she moved to Isabella's bed and pushed the covers back. Four... inhale... five... goddamnit... sei... seven... otto... Jenna feigned ignorance to Isabella's mounting temper, laying her glasses on the bedside cabinet as she slid into the bed. "Come to bed?" Jenna asked. Her words were laced with promise, which Isabella disregarded. Isabella muttered a concoction of English and Italian profanities under her breathe as she left the room in a rage. Jenna settled into the mattress and snuggled into the duvet, grinning smugly to herself as she closed her eyes. Her own arousal was becoming unbearable but Isabella deserved the retaliation as payback for her sub-table escapades. Jenna's hand edged slowly downwards against her skin, slowly sliding her fingers into her briefs. She let her fingers move of their own accord, biting her lip at the feel of the silky wetness. She slowly began to move her fingers between her lips. The Blind Date When Isabella stalked back into the bedroom, Jenna quickly pulled her hand free of her underwear. Isabella angrily pulled her hair up to tie it back before she joined her partner in the bed. The thick air around Isabella was not lost on Jenna, colouring her thoughts with a tinge of guilt. Isabella lay on her right side, her back hunched angrily in defiance at Jenna. Jenna looked across at her back; Isabella had slipped into a tight black tank top. Jenna moved onto her right side and watched quietly as Isabella tried to get comfortable. After a few minutes of fidgeting, Isabella let out an exasperated sigh and kicked the duvet away. She twisted out of the bed angrily and stormed out of the room. Her black thong left nothing to Jenna's imagination. Jenna sighed, and after a few moments of empty thought she abandoned the bed. As she made her way to the doorway in the semi-darkness, she considered whether she had pushed Isabella's buttons too hard. Jenna's heart sunk at the sight of her partner's silhouette in the window. Isabella stood stiffly, her arms crossed against her chest as she looked out onto the quiet street. She reached up to tuck a lock of her hair away and her body heaved gently in a woeful sigh. Questions flooded her mind about their relationship, Why does Jenna refuse to tell anyone? Surely it can't just be because of Rachel? Her icy blue eyes flooded with salty tears as she considered all the possible answers to the questions working through her mind. She reached up to backhand her cheek- wiping up the glistening trail left by the first falling tear. Is she ashamed of us? Isabella couldn't keep the tears from spilling onto her cheeks, letting them dribble down without caring to wipe them away. Jenna had stood watching from the doorway but now stepped carefully into the living room, desperately trying not to draw attention to her presence. Isabella sensed her partner's approach before feeling the tentative hand against her arm. She raised her hand to wipe her cheeks as the negative thoughts faded from her mind like a lifting fog at the interruption. Isabella's gaze remained fixed on the street outside as she pulled away from her partner, but Jenna clasped her hand around the smaller woman's wrist- restraining her. Jenna pulled her lover against her tight, their eyes meeting. A flash of anger appeared in Isabella's teary eyes as she fought back for a moment and then all she could feel was Jenna's lips press against hers forcefully. Relaxing in Jenna's grasp, she allowed Jenna to lead. "I'm sorry, sweet, I was only playing with you." Jenna whispered as she pulled away, moving her fingers to mop up her partner's tears- tears for which she was to blame. "It wasn't funny, Jenna." Isabella sighed and nuzzled her face into the crook of the taller woman's neck, her cheeks sticky and damp against Jenna's skin. "I know that now, I'm sorry." Jenna leaned down to kiss each of her eyelids before she took Isabella's hand inside her own, walking backwards to the bedroom as she kissed her softly. ~~ Isabella pressed her lips against the blonde's in excitement, Jenna grinned against her as she kissed her back. "I'm glad you like it, I was kind of worried that it wouldn't be your taste." Jenna smiled and took the necklace from Isabella's hand and moved behind her to clasp it together around her neck. The gold rested perfectly against Isabella's tanned skin, the pendant falling just above the curve of her breasts. Isabella smiled at their reflection in the vanity mirror as she fingered the thin chain and brushed over the amber-set pendant. "Grazia, cara mia, it's beautiful." Her hand went to her shoulder and lay over Jenna's. "So are you, especially when you speak Italian." She smiled as she leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Isabella tilted her head as Jenna's kisses moved down the side of her face, along her jaw. Isabella's small fingers found Jenna's mass of hair and burrowed into it as Jenna pressed her lips hungrily against Isabella's neck. "Baciami amore." Isabella whispered. Jenna smiled and kissed Isabella softly, the smaller woman reciprocated tenderly, their lips sliding against each other. Somehow managing to stumble to the bed, the two women melted together in a heated embrace. Isabella pressed her mouth against Jenna's as she straddled her lover's naked waist. The brunette gently eased her soaked thong against the blonde's stomach. Jenna's hips bucked at the sensation. "My god..." Jenna groaned against Isabella's tongue. Isabella's fingers ran lazy circles against the blonde's sides as their tongues slid languidly against each other. Soft moans echoed in the room as light licks and nibbles played against skin. Isabella moved her fingers down slowly, lifting to allow her hand to slip between their bodies. Her thumb moved against the soft cotton of Jenna's briefs, teasing her partner's lower lip between her teeth. Jenna jumped as Isabella bit into her lip whilst brushing over her vulva. Isabella's lips curved into a smile as she continued to nibble Jenna's lip, pressing down when she felt her partner's undeniable arousal. She moved her fingers in light circles against the white fabric, pulling her lips from Jenna's; she looked down at her lover's face. Jenna's lips remained parted as she gasped in reaction to Isabella's fingers. Jenna's eyes flew open as Isabella moved her fingers in circles against her engorged clit through the fabric. "Izzy," she panted as Isabella's hand moved against the tall woman, the rhythm coaxing her into a frenzy, "I need...now!" she groaned. Isabella slowly dragged her tongue along Jenna's collarbone and up her neck, ending just below her ear. She sucked her partner's earlobe into her mouth and harassed it relentlessly as she continued her torment of the woman, attacking her earlobe and her clit at the same time. Isabella's hair came loose from the scrunchy, a thick tress sticking to her cheek, her breathing shallow as she brought Jenna closer to the edge. The smaller woman varied the pressure and motions of her fingers, finally falling into a fast pace that brought breathless moans. Pressing a thumb against Jenna's clit and stroking fingers over her lips, Isabella released her partner's earlobe and whispered in her ear. "Open your eyes, let me see your thirst." Isabella peeled her upper body from the blonde's, removing her hand from her vulva. With a desperate groan Jenna's eyes opened- raw lust blazing from within them. Isabella fell into the gaze, her guard dropping as the image of Jenna's desire etched into her memory. A familiar ripple passed between her legs as she stared deep into her lover's hungry eyes. Isabella's breath returned to her as she struggled to gather herself. She breathed heavily as she crushed the tips of her fingers against Jenna's sensitive clit making the blonde's hips buck wildly against her in need. Isabella pressed down with her weight restraining the blonde as an animalistic groan filled the room and Jenna's orgasm overcame her. Jenna's fingers clawed at Isabella's thighs as she arched her back. Her hips rose off the bed, her body reaching for the heavens as she panted heavily. Isabella's own sexual centre pulsed against Jenna's leg, and a small satisfying orgasm rippled through her at the sight of her lover's pleasure-contorted body beneath her own. As the vibrations ran through her, Isabella collapsed against Jenna's shuddering body. ~~ Jenna lay still, spooned by a pensive Isabella. The smaller woman's head swirled with thoughts and memories mixed with scatterings of emotions. Her mind returned to the thoughts troubling her, and she had begun voicing her concerns to the wary blonde. "How long do you think we can keep this up?" Isabella urged gently, brushing the blonde's stomach with her fingers. Her words remained suspended in the air. Jenna sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. When it seemed like she had drifted off to sleep Isabella shifted from behind her, rising up on her elbow to look down at her. "Jen?" "I don't think we need to tell them." Jenna whispered after an extended pause, opening her eyes and looking up at Isabella. "You said so yourself, Sophia is too protective of you, no one is good enough for you, what makes you think she'll approve of me?" she pulled her gaze from Isabella's. "Hey, what matters is what I think, not what she approves of. If I make a decision then she has to put up with it. It's not for her to choose who I let in," she said as she pulled gently on Jenna's shoulder to make her lay on her back. "And then there's Lou, do you know what she said before you arrived at dinner?" Isabella shook her head gently as she regarded her partner. "No, what?" "She said she was 'worried' about me, and didn't think it was good for me to pour myself into my work, and some such bullshit." Jenna huffed softly. "It's not bullshit, she's your best friend- she's allowed to be worried for you." "And then, she had the nerve to bring up Rachel. Can you imagine how she'll react when she finds out I was with you before Rachel and I ended? I don't want to go there." "Darling," Isabella sighed at the mention of Jenna's ex. "I know you don't want to explain how we started out, but think about the sneaking around you have to do- hiding our relationship like it were some dirty little secret. We're not teenagers anymore- is it worth it?" Jenna's eyes widened as a flash of panic shot through her, she searched her partner's eyes desperately. What is that supposed to mean? "What are you saying Isabella? There's no point in us staying together if it's going to be like this?" Jenna's voice was louder now, a tinge of panic in every word. "Oh! No, no baby that's not what I meant! Oh, god, no!" Isabella sighed softly and pressed her lips to Jenna's forehead. "I meant, is all the secrecy worth the stress of having to keep up the charade?" Jenna let out a relieved sigh and closed her eyes for a moment to centre herself. "I don't know, Izzy, it just feels too early to come clean. Like I said, Rachel and I only broke up four months ago after a two year relationship. You and I have been together for nearly five months. I just know Lou will blame you for the break up with Rachel, even though we were well and truly on the rocks already." She sighed and moved closer to Isabella, burying her face against her neck, seeking reassurance. "I know, Jenna, I know. We'll figure something out." She whispered comfortingly as she stroked Jenna's hair away from her face. Isabella positioned herself against Jenna again, pressing herself against the blonde's back gently. They lay for some moments, thinking about the consequences of telling their friends of their relationship- would Louise understand or would she blame Isabella for breaking up the relationship? They didn't know, and as they lay together in a silence that filled every crevice of the bedroom, they started to realise just how important it was to admit their relationship if they were to have much hope of lasting. "You knew I was going to be your date didn't you?" Jenna broke the silence with a whisper through her soft smile. "Yes, I did." Isabella kissed Jenna's outer ear playfully. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I wanted to surprise you, see how you would react." "I nearly fainted! I thought you were going to be in Istanbul 'til tomorrow!" "Well," Isabella responded tenderly, "I didn't want to spend our first Valentine's away from you." She responded softly. ~~ "Fuck! Izzy, goddamnit! That had better not leave a fucking mark!" Jenna screamed into the semi darkness as Isabella sucked mercilessly on the skin of Jenna's collarbone. Jenna tried desperately to push her off as Isabella pinned her down. Getting a hand free of Isabella's tight grasp, she pushed the brunette away from her skin. Isabella's laugh rang out as she sat back on her haunches and regarded her partner. Jenna's fingers shot to her collarbone as she wiped away traces of Isabella with her fingers. The skin felt raw as she brushed over it tentatively. "Isabella! You know I bruise easy!" Isabella's laugh filled the room again as she leaned down to press her lips against the spot lovingly. The blonde grabbed her partner's wrists and wrapped her legs around her waist, grunting softly as she used all her strength to pull her weight off the mattress and flip Isabella onto her back. A triumphant grin spread across Jenna's lips as she looked down at Isabella surprised and confused underneath her. "Now, say 'sorry'," Jenna whispered as she pressed the smaller woman's wrists into the pillows either side of her head. Isabella strained to push Jenna off, trying to raise her hips only to find them trapped as Jenna straddled her. "No," Isabella responded daringly. "Say it, Izzy..." Jenna whispered, offering her lover a second chance. Isabella shook her head in defiance as she leaned up to try and capture her partner's lips between her own. Jenna pulled back quickly and laughed as Isabella collapsed into the pillows in frustration. "You won't say it?" Jenna whispered. Isabella shook her head. "Oh, ok, no sex for you then" Jenna teased. "Oh alright! Sorry! But I love leaving my mark on you!" Isabella laughed as Jenna leant down to kiss her hard. Their lips met in a steamy embrace as Jenna continued to pin her partner down. She began a slow rocking movement- grinding purposefully against Isabella's soaked thong. A low moan escaped Isabella's lips as the blonde moved against her in a sensual dance. Isabella struggled to roll her own hips in time to Jenna's rocking. "You're too easy..." Jenna mumbled against her as she released her wrists and pushed both her hands into Isabella's thick hair, gliding her tongue against Isabella's. "I want you to strap up for me." Isabella whispered as their lips parted. Her eyes sparkled in the little light penetrating the room. "You seem to think you're in charge here." Jenna replied in a firm whisper. Isabella's answer came as a gentle tug from behind her neck, pulling her closer for a sensual kiss. The kiss was gentle, neither wanting to cause the other to submit. Isabella's fingers wandered around Jenna's waist slowly, idly tracing the path that the straps of the harness would occupy. Her tongue teased against Jenna's as she moved her fingers in light circles in Jenna's hair at the base of her skull, eliciting a soft moan from the taller woman. "Let me put it on you?" was all that Isabella whispered as their lips parted reluctantly. Jenna smiled knowingly and moved off her partner to retrieve the Ann Summers bag from the dressing table. She began emptying it on the bed, her fingers tingling with excitement as Isabella approached on her hands and knees. As Jenna stood at the foot of the bed, Isabella moved to a kneeling position facing Jenna- the toys on the bed, dividing them. Isabella reached out and picked up the black harness in her hands- examining it, a smile on her lips.. She looked back towards the toys piled at the end of the bed, her attention drawn to another box. "Now this looks like it could be fun to try," she grinned as she tossed the harness aside and reached out to pick up the box. Her hand stopped in midair at the feel of Jenna's hand around her wrist. A sultry smile curled on Jenna's lips as she reached down and picked up the box that Isabella had set her sights on. She slowly slid the toy out of its wrapping. Jenna set the empty box down as Isabella shuffled closer to the edge of the bed reaching out to pull Jenna close to her. Their lips locked passionately as Isabella removed the silicone object from Jenna's hand. One of Isabella's hands found the back of Jenna's neck, the other idly running up and down her spine. "Mmmm, stop delaying things..." Jenna moaned softly against Isabella's lips before Isabella began her southbound journey. She began to lay a blazing trail of kisses, licks and bites down her neck, haphazardly over her chest and slowly moving against her stomach. After swirling the tip of her tongue around Jenna's navel she hooked her fingers into the sides of Jenna's briefs and slid them down her legs. She smiled at the feel of Jenna's hand on her shoulder as she steadied herself to step out of them and kick them aside. "I'm looking forward to this." Isabella whispered as she gripped the double dildo in her hand, looking up into Jenna's eyes. Their lips met in a flurry of passion, the brunette's left hand grasping the taller woman's blonde hair. As her tongue pressed against Jenna's, she brushed her fingers against her partner's vulva, feeling her heat as Jenna jerked against her. Feeling how ready she was, Isabella teased the 'pony' end of the toy against her wet lips, and then slowly inside her. Jenna moaned in surprise as it entered her, her muscles gripping the toy. Isabella nibbled her lover's lower lip. "Sexy bitch..." Jenna muttered against Isabella. Isabella winked softly, pulling away and moving up to the headboard beckoning for Jenna. Jenna tilted her head and raised her eyebrow at the seductive sight before her. Her girlfriend was supine on the bed, spread for the taking. Jenna realised she had been gawking and smiled seductively. "Lube?" Jenna asked as she held up the bottle. Isabella raised her eyebrow in question, allowed her gaze to rove down her own body, and then lifted her face to look Jenna in the eyes. "What do you think?" "Still, it might help." Jenna said climbing onto the bed. With every movement, she felt the dildo move, sending a shudder through her. She hovered over Isabella as she squeezed some of the gel into her lover's palm. Leaning in to kiss Isabella, she threw the bottle over her shoulder dramatically. The brunette welcomed her embrace as one hand slipped down Jenna's body to the attachment between her legs. Her fingers roamed over the tip and then down the shaft, spreading the gel slowly all over the toy. She gave a light tug and smiled wickedly at the smothered gasp the blonde let out. "I repeat...sexy bitch." Jenna whispered as she moved her hand to the edge of her lover's black thong. Gently sliding her fingers inside the meagre waistband, she pulled the sodden underwear down the smaller woman's legs, reaching to unhook them from her feet and dropping them to the floor. Her eyes widened at the smooth sight she had uncovered and she pressed her lips against Isabella's hip before continuing her journey up the Italian woman's body, pausing to plant suggestive kisses on her skin. Isabella looked into Jenna's eyes as she parted her thighs beneath her. Jenna smiled softly and pushed herself back onto her arms, looking down between their bodies as the tip of the dildo gently nudged against Isabella's wet lips. Entwining her fingers with the blonde's, Isabella let out a soft gasp at the sudden sensation. Jenna eased into her lover inch by inch, pausing to make sure she wasn't hurting her partner. Isabella's eyes closed and fingers gripped the blonde's shoulder in reaction as the phallus slid in. Straining to reach Jenna's lips, Isabella lifted from the pillows, only to be pressed down as Jenna's lips met her own and the last inch of the dildo thrust into her. Isabella gasped at the feel of the novel object inside her, gripping Jenna's shoulders tighter as the blonde began to use all her strength to work the dildo in and out. As the strokes became longer and harder the toy slid easily- slick from Isabella's arousal. "Non fermarti!" Isabella called out breathlessly, "Don't stop!" Isabella's moans spurred Jenna on and her hips began to move again. The rocking stimulated the toy inside Jenna with each heavy thrust. As Jenna plunged in deeper and longer, she revelled in the sensations. Jenna leaned in and pressed her lips against the exposed skin of her lover's neck, nipping at it playfully, enjoying the feel of her lover's hot skin in her mouth. The Blind Date Isabella groaned softly and her muscles clenched harder around the silicone. Using every ounce of her remaining strength, she wrapped her legs around Jenna's back, crossing her ankles. Jenna smiled down at her partner, a thin line of sweat forming over her brow as her shortened thrusts continued to bring her closer to her peak. "Come for me..." Jenna murmured seductively as she pressed her lips against her lover's ear, the words more a command than a request. Isabella managed a moan as her body began to tense and spasm under Jenna. Isabella's eyes scrunched shut as her body gave in to the sensations coursing through her. Her orgasm rushed through her like violent waves tearing at golden sand, surging through every part of her body. Slowly the waves became calmer- ebbing away- only to re-emerge moments later in pleasurable after-shocks. Isabella's body stopped shuddering and she melted into the mattress. The feel of her partner's nails digging into her shoulders and the sight of her thrashing body was enough to bring Jenna to orgasm. The feel of the dildo inside her tipped her over the edge and she panted unevenly as tremors radiated from her sex causing her to falter and collapse onto her sated lover. After composing herself, Jenna slowly pulled the dildo out of her lover, careful not to hurt her. Isabella's body went limp and her eyes fluttered. She murmured something incomprehensible as she passed out. ~~ When Isabella regained consciousness, she found Jenna lying beside her. Jenna smiled softly, leaning to kiss her lips tenderly. "That good, huh?" Jenna whispered teasingly. 'Mmmhhhhm..." Isabelle hummed in response. Jenna laughed softly, her arm lazily swung over Isabella's waist, pulling her close. The smaller woman's fingers trailed absently up and down her partner's arm as they lay together in a comfortable silence. It was Jenna who broke the silence tentatively, "If we tell Lou and Sophia then we tell them the truth- all of it." Isabella lay still a moment longer before shifting her body to face Jenna. "Are you sure?" Isabella asked tentatively. Jenna sighed pensively. After a few moments of silence, she looked back towards Isabella. "I thought about what you said- the sneaking, the lies all of it. You're right, and we can't help how Lou might feel about it. As for Sophia- well, I'm sure she wants you to be happy." "I don't want you to think I'm forcing you into telling them, just I think it's for the best." "I know baby, I know. I want to." Jenna smiled and pulled Isabella close to kiss her. "Does that mean...?" Isabella's voice trailed off as she looked into her partner's eyes. Jenna nodded softly, taking Isabella's cheek in her hand, "Yes, we'll tell them- whenever you want." She whispered. Isabella's smile was one of relief and joy- no more hiding, no more excuses. "Tomorrow?" Isabella asked, biting her lip. Pressing my luck? Jenna nodded again, "Though, I'm not sure you'll be able to walk tomorrow, baby!" The Blind Date Tammy was on the phone with her best friend, Freda. They were talking about guys they knew who were looking for girlfriends. Freda said, "Oh my God girl, I know just the guy for you! His name is Ray and he's a real hottie! He's got brown hair and blue eyes, and a smile to die for! Let me call him and set you up on a date! I'll call you back in ten minutes." Tammy said, "Ok girl, talk to ya soon!" She hung up the phone and went to the kitchen for a snack. She popped a bag of microwave popcorn and grabbed a diet cola from the fridge, then went back to the livingroom and sat on the couch to watch TV while she waited for Freda to call back. Her favorite show was just starting when the phone rang. She picked it up and it was Freda on the other end. "Well, how'd it go with Ray?" Tammy asked her friend. Freda laughed and said, "Girl, I got you a date with him for tonight at 8 pm. You're to meet him at the bar downtown called the Cheatin' Heart. He'll be wearing a black leather jacket, or at least that's what he said to tell ya to look for." Tammy smiled and said, "That's cool. He sounds like a biker dude. I wonder if he's got any tattoos to go along with that jacket! Hahaha! What should I wear tonight?" Freda said, "Go take your shower and get ready. I'll be over in fifteen minutes to help ya pick out something to wear and I'll do your hair for ya too, girlfriend. By the way, he's not a biker. He works for the military as a recruiter or something like that! See ya soon!" They hung up and Tammy went to the kitchen and put her soda back in the fridge, and the popcorn on the counter. She went to the bathroom and undressed in front of her full length mirror. She tossed her clothes into the laundry hamper, then went to her bedroom and got clean underwear and a bra, then laid them on the bed. She went back to the bathroom, and stood in front of her mirror, looking at herself. Her hair was black, dark as a raven's wing, and it fell in soft curls around her face and down her back to her butt. Her cheekbones were high, showing a bit of native American in her ancestry, her skin was lightly tanned from spending hours outside in her garden and by the pool. Her eyes were a dark brown, almost black when she was aroused or angry and had soft black lashes surrounding them. Her lips were full and red, so red in fact, that she didn't need lipstick. Her gaze traveled down to her chest, where her large plump breasts with their perky nipples dwelled comfortably. Her breasts were large, size 44DD, and her nipples were medium sized and loved attention. Her gaze moved down over her tummy, which was kinda chunky, since Tammy was a plump girl. She was only 5'1" tall and slightly overweight, which was possibly the reason why she didn't have many dates or a steady boyfriend - not all guys liked larger girls. She could only hope that this Ray fellow did, but if not, that would be ok too. At least she'd have a fun night out. She moved her eyes down a little further to the top of her thighs. The nest of black curls was trimmed neatly into a heart shape, with the point of the heart pointing down to the secret spot of her body that was tingling in anticipation of the night ahead. She decided she had spent enough time looking in the mirror so she went and turned on the water in the shower, then stepped in and washed her hair and body, rinsed off, then turned off the water, grabbed a towel and dried her body, then wrapped a second towel around her hair before going into the bedroom to pull on her bra and panties, both were purple silk and lace. She had just pulled on her robe when she heard the doorbell ring. She went to answer it and when she opened the door, there was Freda with a tote bag slung over her shoulder. With a big smile, Freda said, "Your hair stylist and fashion consultant has arrived!!" "Come on in, girl! Wow, cool totebag!!" Tammy said with a laugh. Freda came in and took off her jacket, hung it on the hook by the door, then followed Tammy into her bedroom to the closet. She looked through the clothes and pulled out a few different outfits, laying them on the bed. She pulled out a black dress that had gold threads stitched on the short sleeves and hem, a red leather mini skirt with a black tank top, a pair of black jeans with a white shirt, and a blue sleeveless sun dress with a knee length skirt and small flowers on it. Freda looked over the choices and held up the mini skirt and tank top, handing them to Tammy. "This is the killer outfit, girlfriend! You just gotta wear this for Ray. I know for a fact that he loves leather, and red is his favorite color. And you gotta wear the red high heels with it and your black fishnet stockings with the red garter belt. Now get dressed while I get out some jewelry for you to wear, and get the hair stuff ready." Freda said. Tammy dressed, putting on the garter belt and stockings first, then the top, and finally the skirt. She went to the closet and got out her red heels, the ones with the little black silk bows on the ankle straps, then slid her feet into them. When Freda saw that she was dressed, she motioned for Tammy to sit at the vanity table and she got out the hair dryer, hair spray, and the make-up that she would have Tammy wear. She brushed Tammy's hair, then dried it and styled it so it fell in riotous curls around her face and down her back. She blew the hair dryer in Tammy's face, blowing the hair back, in all directions, to give it a wind blown look, then gave it a blast of hair spray to hold it. She then did Tammy's make up, putting on the foundation make-up, then a light shade of pink blush, some lavender eye shadow, and a transparent pink lip gloss. She handed Tammy the jewelry that she had chosen to go with her outfit, an onyx & ruby bracelet and necklace, and a pair of ruby drop earrings. Tammy put on the jewelry, then went to stand in front of her large mirror to survey her reflection. Freda stood behind her and said, "Damn Girl! You're gonna have Ray melting like putty in your hands with that look! You look absolutely beautiful! I wish you the best of luck tonight, Tammy. I just know that you and Ray will be perfect for each other. Come on, you'll be late if we don't get going now." Tammy looked at the clock and it said 7:30 pm. She and Freda went to the livingroom and Freda grabbed her jacket and totebag. Tammy grabbed her red shawl and her small black purse, made sure her cell phone and keys were in there, and tossed in a couple of condoms that she had grabbed from the dresser drawer earlier, just in case things went really, really well. Freda saw that and grinned then said, "I am glad that you thought of those, Tam. Just in case he forgets his own." Tammy blushed and Freda smiled and winked, then they both left Tammy's apartment, locking the door behind them. The girls got into Freda's car, a red Camaro, and Freda drove Tammy to the Cheatin' Heart. Twenty minutes later, Freda parked the car across the street from the bar. Tammy checked her make-up and hair in the rear view mirror one last time, took a deep breath, then got out of the car, purse in hand. Freda also got out of the car and the girls walked across the street and went in the bar. Freda told Tammy to sit at the empty booth in the corner by the jukebox while she went to the bar and got their drinks. Tammy went to the table and sat down. A few minutes later, Freda arrived with two Pina Coladas and they sat there drinking their drinks and talking. Freda kept watching the door, looking for Ray. She smiled when she saw him walk in. She didn't let on that she knew it was him, otherwise Tammy would know. She watched Ray walk to the bar and sit on one of the stools. She turned to Tammy and asked, "Tam, do you want any pretzels or popcorn to snack on while we wait for Ray? I can go to the bar and get some for us." Tammy nodded and said, "Yeah, sure Freda. Sounds good." Freda left the table and walked to the bar to stand by Ray. She said, "Hey Ray! How are ya?" He turned to look at her and said, "Freda!! Great to see you again! How are you, and where's this friend of yours that you want me to meet so badly?" His deep masculine voice was like rich honey, smoothly flowing over every pore. Freda had to take a deep breath and remind herself that he was for Tammy. She looked to where Tammy was sitting sipping at her drink and said, "That's her over there in the corner by the jukebox, with the Pina Colada." Ray looked casually over Freda's shoulder to where Tammy was, and his jaw dropped at the surprise of seeing such a beautiful full-figured woman. Freda watched the admiration slide over Ray's face and said, "Come on Ray, let me introduce you to her. Oops, I better go back to the table with some popcorn too." She asked the bartender for some popcorn, then she and Ray walked to the table. Tammy looked up as they approached, and Freda smiled and winked. Tammy guessed that the handsome brown-haired gentleman must have been Ray. He smiled at her and she smiled back shyly. Freda said, "Ray, this is Tammy, my best friend in the whole world who needs some fun and excitement in her life. Tammy, this is Ray, a great guy who loves long walks on the beach and country music." Tammy held out her hand and Ray took it, lifted it to his lips and softly kissed her knuckles, then turned her hand over and kissed her palm. "Nice to meet you, Tammy. May I sit down?" he asked. Tammy slid over on the bench and Ray sat beside her as Freda sat across from them. Tammy said, "Nice to meet you too, Ray." Freda thought to herself as she watched them, "They are made for each other! Way to go, Freda! I sure made a match from Heaven with these two." She noticed that they couldn't stop staring at each other, as though they were already in love, even though they had just met a couple of minutes before. Freda knew that she was witnessing love at first sight with Tammy and Ray, and she was so happy! She excused herself to use the ladies room, and left Ray and Tammy alone for a few minutes. She went to the restroom, did what she needed to do, checked her hair and makeup in the mirror, then went to the bar to get a beer for Ray. She looked over at the table to see Ray and Tammy laughing, their heads close together like they were sharing a private joke. She smiled to herself, then took the beer the bartender gave her, and went to the table. She sat the beer in front of Ray, but he didn't seem to notice, so wrapped up in Tammy he was. She cleared her throat enough to get Tammy to look at her then said, "Ok, I'm gonna head on home. See ya later, Tam! Ray, behave yourself! Ha Ha! Call me tomorrow Tam! Love ya girl!" She gave them both a hug, then left the bar, knowing that Ray would see her home safely. When Freda had left, Ray asked Tammy to dance. She agreed so he stood and helped her to her feet. He went to the juke box and selected a few songs, then led her to the dance floor. The first song was a Trace Adkins song, and it had a fast pace, but a great beat for dancing. They were breathless as the song came to an end and the next song, a slow one, started. Ray pulled her close and they slow-danced. His hands rested lightly on her waist and hers were up on his shoulders. She couldn't stop looking into his eyes. She was mesmerized by his gorgeous blue eyes, so blue that they would put a summer sky to shame. As she was looking into his eyes, she noticed they grew darker, going from sapphire to cobalt blue. She gasped a little, and blushed, as she felt the reason pressing against her belly. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Let's get outta here baby. I have a surprise planned for you tonight." She smiled and he went to the table and grabbed her purse and shawl. He put the shawl over her shoulders then handed her purse to her and took her hand. They left the bar and walked down the street to where his car was parked. Tammy wasn't surprised to see that it was a red Mercedes with a black leather interior. He did the gentlemanly thing and held her door open for her, and even fastened her seatbelt for her. He kissed her lightly as he fastened the buckle, then closed her door and went around to get in the driver's side. She watched as he fastened his belt, then started the car and drove away from the bar. They chatted along the way and about a half hour later, he turned into a long driveway bordered on either side by tall maple trees. A few minutes later, they pulled up to a large white house with a big yard and several flower gardens scattered around. The house was only a single story, but had a large wrap-around porch with hanging baskets of ferns and flowers on it. She saw a few chairs and a swing on the porch as well. As she got out of the car with Ray's help, a shaggy Golden Retriever dog came lumbering from around the side of the house, tail wagging and tongue lolling out of its mouth. The dog stopped and sat just a few feet away as Ray closed the door on the car. When he turned around, he saw the dog and said laughingly, "Roscoe, you old hound, where have you been?" Ray looked at Tammy and said, "Roscoe here is my dad's dog, whom I inherited when my dad passed away last summer. He tends to take off for a couple days at a time, and I think he's got a girlfriend somewhere down the road. Who knows, maybe one of these days he's gonna come home with a litter of pups trailing behind him!" Tammy laughed and knelt to pet Roscoe on the head tenderly. Roscoe licked her hand and whined when she stopped petting him. Ray took her hand and they went up the steps to the porch, and Ray unlocked the door and opened it. Roscoe ran in and disappeared down the hallway to the left, possibly heading to the kitchen for a meal. Ray closed the door and then he pulled Tammy into his arms and hugged her tightly as he kissed her deeply, his tongue sensually caressing hers in imitation of what another part of his body would be doing soon to another part of her body. She moaned softly and Ray broke the kiss to look into her eyes. He smiled when he saw that they had darkened to an almost black color of brown, and he knew she was filled with desire for him, as he was feeling the same way about her. He took her hand and led her up the stairs on the right. At the top of the stairs, they turned left and went down the hallway to the door at the end. Ray opened the door and stepped aside for Tammy to walk into the room first, then closed the door after he came inside. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her tightly, pressing his pelvis and his rather sizeable erection against her ass. She pressed her ass back against him and wiggled her butt against him, drawing forth a groan of pleasure. He growled softly in her ear, "Do that again baby, and I might have to rip that sexy little skirt and top right off of you." She giggled and did it again, but raised her skirt so that the crack of her ass was right against him, his cock fitting into the crack perfectly as he pressed against her. With that, he quickly turned her around, lifted her shirt and pulled off her bra in one swift movement, then just as quickly, removed her skirt, and panties, leaving her in just her garter belt and stockings and shoes. He lifted her up off her feet and placed her on the king-size bed then spread her legs and buried his face in her hot wet pussy, his tongue teasing, licking and lapping at her wet core and her hard clit. His hands moved up her sides and cupped and kneaded her ample breasts. His tongue dove deep into her wetness and he slid in a couple of his fingers into her, stroking slowly in and out, in and out. She moaned his name and he sped up the motions of his fingers and tongue, going faster and harder. Within moments, her juices were flowing out and coating his face and hand and he was hungrily lapping them up. He licked her clean and then moved to stand and remove his clothes. Once his clothes were discarded and tossed to the floor with hers, he moved her up on the bed more, then knelt between her legs, his hard shaft rubbing teasingly against her slit before slipping easily into her with one thrust. He remained still for a moment to allow her to get used to his largeness within her sheath as he kissed her tenderly. After a few moments, he started moving within her, nice and slow, pulling almost completely from her body before sliding back in real slow, to allow her to feel every inch of him. He did this for a few minutes before increasing his speed a little bit as he moved his right hand from her breast to slide it down her belly to her heart-shaped patch and further down to finger her clit. When his finger began stroking her clit in rhythm to his thrusts, it didn't take long for her to start moaning loudly and within minutes, she was screaming and panting his name and her fingernails sunk into his bare muscular shoulders, leaving little crescent shaped fingermarks as her orgasm hit her hard. He didn't stop thrusting though, just went harder and faster and deeper as he neared his own release. He kissed her again and started really pounding her pussy with his cock, harder and faster, grinding his pelvis against her clit and feeling her sheath clench tightly onto his cock, coaxing forth his release. Within minutes, he was tensing his body, his pelvis tight to hers as he shot his hot cum deep into her pulsating sheath. He collapsed on top of her, his weight supported on his elbows to avoid crushing her. She reached up and wiped some drops of sweat from his cheeks and pushed a stray lock of hair off his forehead. He smiled tenderly at her and kissed her on the tip of her nose, then he said, "Wow baby, you were great! I'm so glad that Freda introduced us to each other. We have so much in common and we both felt the chemistry between us within seconds of meeting back there at the bar. Would you do me the honor of staying here with me tonight, and being my girlfriend, Tammy?" He was still buried within her sheath and as he waited for her answer, he pressed his pelvis to hers and she wrapped her legs tighter to him before she said, "Yes Ray, I would love to stay here with you tonight, and yes, I will be your girlfriend." His face lit up with pleasure and within seconds, his shaft was hard as a rock even buried within her, and he started making love to her again for almost three hours before they took a break. They showered together and then Ray gave her a robe to slide on and wear while he slid on a pair of cotton shorts before he made her a romantic dinner of Grilled Beef Steak with Baked Potato and Tossed Salad, and Dutch Apple Pie A La Mode for dessert. He poured glasses of chilled red wine for them to drink with dinner. Ray told her about the house and the gardens out back, as well as the stable full of horses, some of which he was training for racing. He said, "How about spending the weekend with me next weekend and we can go trail riding out to my cabin in the woods for a romantic get-away?" She smiled and said, "I'd love that, sweetheart. I do have to work this week, but I'm pretty sure I could take Friday off so we could spend all of Friday, Saturday and most of Sunday at the cabin. How long does it take to ride the horses there?" As he stood to clear the table, he said, "Oh, I'd say about an hour or so at a walk if we take our time and enjoy the scenery. Just pack your clean clothes in a backpack, along with any other necessities you might need. It's an old fashioned cabin and we have to haul water from a pond nearby for bathing and washing dishes, but I keep a supply of drinking water in jugs on the porch of the cabin. I'll ride out there Thursday morning with a supply of groceries and gas for the generator to run the fridge and lights for the weekend, so everything will be all ready when we get there." She smiled and said, "That sounds great, Ray! I cant wait to see it. You said there's a pond, so maybe if the weather is warm enough, we could go swimming?" He nodded and said, "No swimsuit needed for that, if you want to swim. The cabin and pond are in a private clearing on my property surrounded by trees, and the horses are the only way to get in and out. Now, enough about the cabin. Let's go back upstairs to bed, baby!" The Blind Date They went back upstairs, hands joined, and Ray took the robe off of her and started caressing her entire body slowly after she laid on the bed. He had her lay on her tummy and he gave her a full body massage, using warmed baby oil, working the oil into her skin with firm but gentle pressure. He started with her shoulders and arms, working down to her fingers, where he placed kisses on each fingertip before moving back up her arms to her shoulders and neck again. He massaged her back, moving all over in sensuous circles, her skin left feeling like it was on fire with every touch of his hands and fingers. He moved down to her lower back and ass, gently kneading the twin mounds of her ass cheeks and occasionally running a finger between them to tease her. He put more oil on his hands and began massaging her thighs and legs, slipping his fingers between her legs to brush against her wet pussy with every few strokes of his hands. She moaned softly with that contact. He finished massaging her legs and feet, then had her flip onto her back with her head on the pillow so he could massage the front of her, up her legs and thighs, his hands brushing lightly over her mound with the heart-shaped patch of black hair, up her tummy to her breasts, which he kneaded and massaged til her nipples were hard, and finally her chest and shoulders again. He kissed her tenderly and she sat up. She said, "My turn to please you now, my sexy cowboy!" and she pushed him back on the bed and pulled his shorts off of him slowly. As she pulled them over his hips, his cock sprung free, semi-erect. It was nestled in a mat of crisp curly brown hair and begging for her attentions. She laid on her belly between his legs and started placing little nips and kisses on his legs and thighs, working her way up to his waiting shaft. She blew a warm breath over the tip of his cock, where she could see a tiny bit of moisture. She giggled when she saw it jerk in anticipation. She moved her hands up and cupped his balls lightly, placing loving kisses on them and licking them before taking them into her mouth one at a time, caressing them with her lips and tongue. She moved one hand up and wrapped it around the base of his cock and ran her tongue up the full length of him, around the tip and over the tiny opening in it, then back down to his balls. She lifted her head to look at him as she opened her mouth to take him inside her warm wetness. He was watching her, his nostrils flaring and eyes darkening to a deep cobalt blue as desire took over. She raked his cock with her teeth and he growled. She giggled but never broke eye contact with him as she continued to lick, suck, and caress his cock with her mouth and hand. She pulled almost completely from him, keeping only the tip of his cock in contact with her lips as she sucked gently on him. He was rock hard by now and when she looked at him, his eyes were tightly closed as if he were struggling to maintain control. She could feel the pressure in his cock and knew he was about to explode, but she didn't stop her attentions on him. She sucked harder and stroked him faster, taking him fully into her mouth so her nose touched his mat of hair at the base. Within seconds, she felt his cum shoot into the back of her mouth. She didn't like to swallow so she opened her mouth to let it run out as she continued stroking him, milking every drop from him with her hand. She felt his cock start to soften, so she moved off the bed and grabbed one of the towels they had dropped after the shower, and wiped his cum from her chin and lips, then wiped it from where it had dripped on his balls and cock, and on the bed too. Then she tossed the towel into the laundry hamper by his door and went back to lay on the bed beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. She looked up at him and asked softly, "Did I please you, dearest?" He looked down at her and smiled, then said, "Baby, you were wonderful. That was the best blow job I've ever gotten, and I sure hope to get a lot more of them from you in the near and distant future. No one has ever made me that hard in such a short time, nor made me cum as hard as I did from your attentions. Thank you so much, baby." She yawned as she said, "You're quite welcome, honey. I gotta go pee and wash my face, dear. I'm all sticky! Hahahah!" He laughed and said, "Go ahead babe. If you want, there are extra tooth brushes in the cabinet by the bathroom mirror so you can brush your teeth." He gave her a playful swat on the bottom as she climbed over him to go to the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth, and just before she stepped into the bedroom, she bent over and wiggled her butt at him, drawing forth a desire-laden laugh from him. A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, her face washed, teeth brushed and hair pulled back into a braid. She climbed back in bed and he pulled the blankets over her then turned off the bedside lamp, pulled her close and kissed her good night. She fell asleep feeling happy and loved by this man who was her first real blind date and she couldn't wait to spend a lot more time with him. Deep down, she felt he was really "The One" that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and she really hoped she was right. She would just have to wait and see what the future held for both herself and Ray. She had the feeling that things would work out just fine, and that thought made her fall asleep with a smile on her face. The Blind Date I had been married for 10 years but was newly divorced and on the dating scene again. I was raring to get out there, flaunt my stuff and have fun for once in my adult life. Since I was a bit older than most of my competition at the bars and clubs I hung out at, I had to work a little harder than the 20-somethings to make myself look "hot." I worked out five times a week, watched what I ate and I didn't smoke or drink more than a few glasses of wine with dinner. All that hard work paid off and my healthy life-style produced a tall, lean, and in good shape woman with a nice set of firm breasts just a bit larger than a handful and a round compact bottom that demanded attention. My long mane of black hair swirling around my shoulders and my vibrant blue eyes completed the look. I definitely turned everyone's head when I entered a bar or club in whatever slinky dress I'd chosen for the night. Unfortunately, it seemed to attract men that were complete losers. They either didn't have a job, were totally fat and gross, or, even worse, still lived with their parents. I don't want to sound like I'm above everyone else but damn-it! After being in a loveless and virtually sex-less marriage, I deserved someone that could at least support themselves and give me what I needed in and out of the bedroom. I was about to give up hope and start buying "grandma" panties when Julie, a friend from work, tried to set me up on a blind date. She came over to my cubical after I got back from lunch with a devious look on her face. "Hey Ann, do you have any plans for this weekend?" I didn't look up from my monitor as I replied with a sarcastic, "Yep, I'm going to go shopping for a grave site for my sex life. I tried to save it but there's no hope and the doctor said it was time to pull the plug." "Aww! Come on now, it can't be that bad can it!" Julie exclaimed sympathetically as she pulled up a chair next to my desk. I turned and faced her. "It is so bad that when I woke up this morning I discovered that my vibrator had committed suicide. His note said he couldn't handle the pressure anymore." Julie chuckled at my corny joke and then replied, "What if I told you I know this guy that is very interested in meeting you?" "Oh gawd! Not a blind date! Those guys always turn out to be such losers," I whined. I normally didn't go for blind dates, they seemed so cliché and painful when I saw them in the movies or on TV, but I wasn't completely ready to give up so I let her tell me about him. "No this guy is different. He's young, in great shape and owns his own company. Oh, and did I mention? He's rich too," Julie replied with a big grin. "Well that sounds nice but money isn't everything and just because he's young it doesn't mean I would like him," I replied, still unconvinced. "Hang on, let me show you." Julie reached for her phone on her hip, pushed a few times on its screen. "Here, now tell me what you think?" Julie handed me her phone and I looked at the photo she'd found of him. He was definitely a young, probably about 26, with short blond hair. He was wearing a black tailored suit and I could tell by the way the suit hung off him that it was covering a body of well-toned muscles. What really sold me, though, was his warm and sincere smile. It drew me in and I wanted to get to know him better. "What's his name?" I asked indifferently. I didn't want her to think I was really interested. "His name is Steve Kolowaski," Julie answered. "And he wants to meet me?" I asked. "He sure does," Julie replied. "He was complaining about the women he'd been meeting being shallow and immature so I showed him a picture of you last week when we were hanging out at the bar and told him a little bit about you. He said he would be very interested in meeting a 'lady' like you. He said you were just his type." I studied the picture and wondered what kind of man he was. "He has his own company? What does he do?" "Yep! He has a lawn maintenance business and about 20 employees," Julie answered with a smirk. She could tell from my questions that the hook was set and it was time to start reeling me in. "And this isn't an old picture?" I interrogated. It all sounded too good to be true. "I took it last week," she said. "He really is a great guy. I've known him for a few years." "Why aren't you going out with him?" I asked. "You know I like older guys," she answered with a laugh. "Steve says I have a sugar daddy complex, which is fine by me." I laughed as she showed off the gold bracelet her latest older gentleman friend had bought her. I thought for a few more moments then said, "Oh what the hell, it wasn't like I was doing anything this weekend anyway. Tell him to give me a call." "Great! I'll let him know after work. I don't think you'll be disappointed," she said as she took her phone back. She punched a few keys on it and my phone buzzed, she'd sent me his picture. "Thanks," I said as I looked at his picture on my phone. He was really cute and had a body to die for, knowing he had money and was self-supporting was just the cream on top. Julie was humming as she headed back to her own cubicle. I stared at my monitor as I thought about going on a blind date with him. If this date was a flop, I was going to give up on ever trying to have sex again. Later that night I got a call from Steve. We talked about general things for a while then I started on more probing questions. "How old you are?" "I just turned 25. Is that a problem?" "No, not if it isn't a problem that I'm older than you," I teased. "I would hardly say 26 is older than me!" he said. "26! Too funny!" I said and laughed for a minute. I composed myself then said, "I'm really 11 years older. Does that bother you?" Steve drew in a deep breath and then said, "To tell you the truth Ann, I prefer ladies that aren't my age. Most girls I meet that are my age or close to it are just that, girls. I prefer a woman who is more mature." I was pleasantly surprised by his answer. "Is that how you really feel?" I asked. "Yes, it is. I've dated younger, older and those my age. My relationships with the older women have lasted the longest and been the most fulfilling," he answered. I was really beginning to like this guy. I wanted to talk with him longer but the late hour was brought to my attention when my grandfather clock struck two. I apologized for needing to wrap things up. "If I don't get to bed soon I'll be useless at work tomorrow," I explained. We quickly made arrangements for a date on Saturday then hung up. I had a big smile on my face as I undressed and crawled into bed. It was nice to have something pleasant to look forward to for the rest of the week. For the next three days, I was walking on cloud nine. I felt like I was back in high school again and was going on my first date with the captain of the football team after the big game. Julie poked fun at me for it then told me she was happy to see me smiling. Saturday night finally arrived and Steve picked me up at my house. He took me out to a very posh restaurant for dinner then we caught a comedy play at the local playhouse. Between the wine and laughter, I was feeling mellow and happy. He drove to the beach, which wasn't far from where we lived, and we sat on the soft sand as we stared up at the sky and talked some more. What could I say? I was completely smitten by him. He was perfect in every sense of the word—smart, engaging, a listener, funny, polite, employed and didn't live with his parents. How could one not start falling head over heels for him? When he brought me home around 3 a.m., he walked me to the door and gave me a soft, gentle kiss that made my knees buckle. I nearly invited him in but decided that I shouldn't be too eager and I didn't want to look desperate. Over the next week, Steve and I talked on the phone or went out to eat every night. He even made me dinner at his place one night. I was impressed by his culinary skills. Everything was wonderful and I was floating on air. The only thing that bothered me was he would only kiss me. Sure, his kisses were very passionate and they turned me on, but he always seemed to stop just when I wanted more. I couldn't figure it out. He said he really liked me, he told me so and I could see it in his face when he looked at me, but every time things got hot and heavy he backed away and would say good night. I finally asked Julie about it when we were at lunch a few weeks into the relationship. "He told me he's really enjoying his time with you and I can tell he really likes you. Maybe he knows you hadn't gone out for a while and he didn't want to mess things up by rushing into anything?" "Maybe," I replied. "I've given off the right signals when we've been kissing." "Well, step it up. Be more aggressive. Maybe he's waiting for you to take the lead," Julie suggested. I decided that on out next date I would be more aggressive from start to finish. I picked up my cell phone off my nightstand and dialed his number. "Hey sexy lady!" Steve greeted. I giggled and said teasingly, "This is Ann, I think you have me confused with one of your other girlfriends." "Nope, I can feel the sexiness oozing through the phone," he replied. "Gawd you are so corny and I love it!" I said giggling. "So listen, the reason why I'm calling is I wanted to know if you wanted to come to my house on Saturday. We can cook frozen pizzas and rent a couple of cheesy horror flicks. What do you think?" "That sounds great. I have a couple of classic horror movies we can watch," Steve said. "Be at my house around seven, okay?" "Sounds great, I'll see you then." We said our goodbyes and I started my plan in motion. On Saturday morning, I went to The Lacy Closet, an upscale lingerie store that sold fine corsets and accessories, then to a spa where I had a Brazilian done. While the woman worked on me I watched in the mirror. I had to admit I did have a pretty enough pussy to sporty a Brazilian. When I finished there, I went to the store to pick up a cheese pizzas and a bottle of wine. Right as the clock was striking seven the doorbell rang. I opened the door and Steve was standing there with a bottle of wine. "Oh you got a bottle of wine too?" I asked then laughed. "Maybe we'll get a bit drunk and who knows what might happen?" "Yes, who knows," he replied with a smile as he stepped past me into the house. He followed me as I headed into the kitchen to turn the oven on for the pizzas. As I was working on that, he put his bottle of wine in the fridge, then pulled out the one I got and poured us each a glass. We talked and drank the first glass of wine in the kitchen as we waited for the pizza to cook. When it was ready, we took it and the bottle of wine into the living room. We sat next to each other on the couch as we ate the pizza, drank the two bottles of wine and watched "The Teenager from Outer Space." When the movie was over, I put my plan into action. "Steve, do you mind if I go change into something more comfortable while you get the next DVD ready?" "No, not one bit," he said as he stood up and picked up the other movie. "Thank you sweetie, I won't be but a moment." I quickly went into my bedroom and changed into the purple silk corset that zipped up on the side and the matching thigh-high stockings that I'd bought earlier. I slid the matching G-string panties up my legs and made sure the waistband laid flat against my hips. I could feel the dampness of my pussy already making my panties wet. I touched up my makeup to give me a classy slut look then donned a pair of black stiletto heels. Steve was facing the TV with a disk in his hand when I came back downstairs. He heard me coming down the stairs and started to talk as he turned around, "So sweetheart I was thinking that we could watch 'It Came From Plan...' " He stopped talking in mid-sentence when he saw me standing in the doorway, his reaction to what he saw was apparent in his pants. "I think we should be done with the movies for the night and find a better way to entertain ourselves for the rest of the evening." I said with a come-hither look on my face as I tried to pose sexily. "Are you sure? I don't want to go too fast," Steve said nervously. Seeing him standing there, not knowing if he should ravage me on the living room floor or run away made me want him even more and I could feel the excitement growing between my legs. "Oh my dear sweet Steve, I'm 100 percent sure that I want you," I replied as I crossed the living room to stand in front of him. Steve dropped the disk that was in his hand and kissed me deeply. The warm soft flesh of his tongue in my mouth, swirling and dancing with mine, caused waves of chills to race through my body. His strong exploring hands made my nipples strain against the silk fabric of my corset and I felt the fabric tease them making them want to be played with. As we kissed, my hands did some exploring of their own. I unbuttoned Steve's shirt until his chiseled chest and tight abs were exposed. Then I broke the kiss and bent my head to take his left nipple between my teeth, causing him stiffen at the unexpectedness of it and moan softly. While I licked and nibbled on his nipples, I slid my right hand down his body. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his pants so I could slide my hand inside and feel his cock for the first time. I was surprised by how thick and long it was; and I couldn't wait to have it in me. "Oh god I want you now. I want you inside of me, please I'm begging you." I whispered into his ear as I massaged his cock, loving how it twitched against my hand. Steve didn't speak but picked me up and carried me to the couch. He sat me down on the cushion and then knelt before me, spreading my legs apart. Slowly and seductively, he kissed his way up my legs causing me to squirm and moan. Then he reached up and slid my panties over my hips, down my thighs, past my knees to my feet and finally pulling them off. Steve tossed them to the side then leaned forward again. "Oh my god..." was all I could mummer as I waited to feel the touch of his lips again. Steve kissed my inner thigh first then placed the tip of his tongue at the bottom of my wet pussy and began to slide it up, spreading my lips open from the pressure and revealing my small clit. He used his teeth to nibble gently on the erect nib and used his tongue at the same time to flick at the sensitive part underneath it. While he teased my clit he slid a finger inside of me and began to probe for my G-spot, which he quickly found as was evidenced by the increased moisture from my pussy and my long moan of pleasure. His mouth explored my pussy as he gave it the best tongue action it ever had. I lowered the cups of my corset so I could play with my nipples. They were standing erect and when the cool air hit them, my body shivered deliciously. It had been so long since I'd felt a touch of a man, I suddenly needed Steve to kiss and play with my nipples. "Oh god, please play with my nipples." I moaned softly. Steve kissed his way up my body over the swell of my stomach and along the center of my rib cage to my breasts, but kept his finger inside of me and used his thumb to rub my clit. When he got to my nipples, he looked up at me with his blue eyes as he traced the outline of my left areola with the tip of his tongue before he wrapped his lips around my eraser-sized nipple. The sensation was so intense that I arched my lower back, grabbed the back of his head, closed my eyes and breathed in deeply causing a hissing sound with my teeth. "Oh god, just like that," I purred as he sucked on my nipple. He moved to my other nipple but this time he bit it, causing exquisite pain to run through my body. I yelped from the delightful pain and felt my pussy grow wetter from it. "If you... keep this up... I'm going to cum," I said between shuddering breaths. "Good I want you to cum for me," he replied with a smile then went back to sucking, licking and biting on my nipples while his finger continued to stroked my G-spot and his thumb grinded against my clit. Steve didn't have to wait long for me to cum. I felt my pussy begin to rhythmically contraction and I was breathing deeply through my nose trying to hold off as long as I could but it was a fight that I was gladly going to lose. "Mmmm..." I moaned as Steve kept exploring me. "You're making me ... oh god ... making me cum!" Steve increased his assault on my nipples and pussy as my breathing got shorter and more erratic until I couldn't hold out any longer. In one long breath, I cried, "Oh my god!" and my body began to betray me. I bucked wildly under Steve's mouth and I wrapped my legs around his back to try and stabilize myself as my sticky cum poured out of me and coated Steve's hand. I squirmed for several moments while Steve continued to tease my sensitive clit and kissed me deeply. After I calmed down from my intense orgasm, I took Steve's hand, which was covered in my cum, and pulled it towards my mouth. I looked at him and slowly licked and sucked on his finger to clean it of my pussy juice. I was sucking on it like I would a cock, letting it slide between my full lips and go as deep as it could in my throat. Steve watched and I knew from the look on his face that he was wishing that it was his cock in my mouth instead of his fingers. Letting his finger slip out of from my lips, I smiled and said, "It's your turn." I leaned forward as Steve stood up. I finished unbuttoning his pants and slid both his pants and underwear down until they were bunched around his ankles. I had to catch my breath when I saw his cock for the first time. It was quite large and thick with veins running up and down the shaft with a very thick head. His balls were also large and clean-shaven, which I liked but so infrequently saw. I was looking forward to having his cock inside of me, I knew it would fill my tight pussy completely, but for now, I wanted to taste him with my mouth. I reached up with my right hand and began to stroke his cock slowly, while I leaned my head forward and used the tip of my tongue to tease his balls. I could tell he was enjoying himself from the moans that escaped from his lips. While I licked his balls, I inhaled his musky scent—a mixture of sweat, soap and precum. It was more intoxicating than wine we'd had earlier. I spent the next few moments teasing his balls. I licked them, put them in my mouth and sucked deeply on them and dragged them over my soft full lips like a dirty whore. I didn't forget about his cock as I tended to his balls and used his precum to lube it as my fingers wrapped around the shaft and slowly jerked him off. I felt Steve's hands grab the back of my head and he softly but firmly guided my mouth away from his balls towards the tip of his cock. I slid forward until I was sitting on the edge of the couch with his cock right in front of me and just watched as it bobbed in front of my face. It was mesmerizing. "Suck on it," Steve begged. My soft breath hitting the tip of his cock was driving him mad with anticipation. "Please, Ann ... please suck my cock." I smiled up at him then leaned forward. My tongue touching the base of his cock was like a shock and he jerked in pleasure. I slowly licked along the length of his shaft, feeling his urethra give in slightly and spill more of his precum from the tip, as I moved towards the tip. As soon as I felt his hot sticky precum touch my lips, I parted them and wrapped them around just the tip of his cock, savoring the sweet sticky fluid in my mouth. My fingers wrapped around the shaft again and moved up and down while I focused on the tip. "Oh yeah, that feels nice," Steve moaned as he looked down at me. The Blind Date I pulled his cock out of my mouth and let it rest on my soft cheek. "Mmm baby, you haven't felt anything yet." His cock twitched when I took the tip of my tongue and licked the opening of his cock and milked out more of his sweet precum. Steve reached with his other hand and softly grabbed the side of my head, while the one hand that had been on the back of my head also slid to the other side of my head. His hips began to rock back and forth slowly letting his cock rub against my cheek. "Do you want to fuck my face?" I asked teasingly. "Yes," he hissed. "You are going to have to wait until I'm done with you," I said with a devious smile then I parted my lips again and took his massive cock completely into my mouth. I grabbed his tight ass and pushed my head as hard as I could until I felt the tip of his thick cock hit the back of my throat and then push further down. My lips touched the base of his cock and he whimpered loudly from the pleasure coursing through his body from his cock. My throat made primal sound, thick and guttural, as his cock push deep into my face and I could feel him grow harder. While I deep throated Steve, I could feel my pussy getting even wetter and more sensitive. I closed my legs and used my inner thighs to pleasure myself as I sucked on his cock. I hadn't been so turned on in years and it felt wonderful. "Oh fuck!" Steve shouted as his cock pushed deeper into my throat. I held his cock as long as I could then I broke free when I needed to gulp for air. A long sticky stream of spit dangled from his cock to my lips, which I quickly grabbed up with my hand and started to use on Steve's cock. "Did... you ... like that?" I ask between gasping breaths as I looked up at him and my hand jerked him off. Steve looked back down at me and smiled. "Oh yeah, that was very nice baby!" "Good, I'm glad you liked it," I said then slowly eased the tip of his cock back into my mouth. I sucked hard on it, letting the soft inner skin of my cheeks engulf his tip. I knew he liked it because I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth and his knees began to shake. My pussy was on fire, and I slid my left hand down my body and between my legs, while the fingers of my right hand wrapped around the shaft of Steve's cock again. With my lips wrapped around the tip, I began to pump his cock, letting the tip rub against my lips and inner cheeks. It made my mouth tingle and my pussy ache for him but I wanted to give him the best blow job of his life. As I stroked his cock I could feel and taste more of his precum spilling into my mouth and I liked it. I let the head of his cock pop out of my mouth. "You want to face fuck me baby?" "Yeah," Steve replied as he stared into my eyes. His eyes were filled with lust unlike I'd ever seen before. I'd never seen another person look like that and it only served to deepen my hunger for him. I let go off his cock and opened my mouth as wide as I could and looked up at him. He caressed my cheek with one hand as the other rested against the back of my head, holding it in place as he guided his cock to my lips. Steve traced my lips with the tip, spreading his precum around them to lube them for when they would be wrapped around his cock, then slowly pushed the tip into my mouth. At first, he was slow and deliberate as he fucked my mouth with just the tip and I could feel it swell with each stroke. Then he gradually filled my mouth and throat with more and more of his cock. Steve moved slowly in and out as he enjoyed the sensations on his cock, but as the minutes passed he began to push deeper into my mouth and his thrusts became faster. It wasn't long before he was going as fast as his hip would allow him. Loud slurping and, sometimes, gagging sounds filled my living room as Steve fucked my mouth and throat. I tried to breathe as large amounts of spit spilled from my chin, onto my breasts and new corset. "Oh fuck!" Steve cried out as he pounded my face. He suddenly pulled his cock out, letting a large stream of stick spit dangle from my chin and his cock. Gasping for air I asked, "Why... did... you stop?" "Lie down on your back," he demanded. I liked how forceful his tone was and quickly got onto the floor. Steve finished stepping out of his pants and kicked his pants across the room. He squatted down as he mounted my face and guided his cock towards my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and immediately felt him drive his massive cock down my throat and press his tight abs against my nose. With the thickness of his cock and his belly pushing on my nose I couldn't breathe, but he quickly pulled back up allowing a precious few seconds to catch a breath of air. Steve quickly got into a rhythmic cycle and I could regulate my breathing. While he was busy fucking my mouth, I slid my hand down to my aching pussy and began to play with my clit. I was in heaven, I had a big cock in my throat and I was playing with my pussy. I didn't think it could get any better than this. I could feel every vein in Steve's cock throbbing against the soft skin of my mouth and taste his precum on my tongue. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would cum. Sticky saliva ran down the side of my face and my pussy oozed its own stick sweetness onto my living room floor when I heard Steve's breathing suddenly become more erratic. His cock was twitching as it swelled even thicker. "Oh my god, I'm... going... to fucking cum!" Steve moaned out. I forgot all about my need to cum as I wrapped my arms around his hips, resting my hands on his ass, so he couldn't pull out of my mouth. I wanted to taste every sweet drop of his cum gushing down my throat and I wasn't going to allow him to deprive me of that. "Oh...fuck..." was all he could say as his cock began to twitch more. I could feel his cum travel down his urethra and spill out the hole at the end of the tip. It was thick, hot and sticky-sweet as if filled my mouth. I made loud gulping sounds as I swallowed his load and his body shook violently above me as stream after stream of cum filled my mouth. He came so much that some of it had oozed out between his cock and my lips and it ran down the side of my face and onto the floor. When he finished cumming, he rolled off my face and laid beside me gasping for air. I took my fingers and scooped up the cum that spilled out of my mouth and fed it to myself. "Mmm! You taste so sweet," I said as I licked my fingers clean. "Oh my gawd, that was intense! I didn't know you could be so wild!" he said while still shaking from his intense orgasm. I rolled onto my side and flicked his nipple with my tongue, causing him to shiver. I kissed my way up the rest of his body and whispered into his ear, "Wait until I get you into the bedroom and show you my collection of handcuffs and toys." Steve grinned and leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose. I moved my hand behind his head and forced his mouth lower then kissed him deeply, letting some of his cum that was still in my mouth mix with his saliva. We kissed for several minutes, enjoying the closeness, and then I reached down and felt his cock growing again. "Cum with me," I said with a giggle as I stood up. I led him to my bedroom where we spent the rest of the night exploring each other's body and trying out several fantasies as we tried to have as many orgasms as humanly possible before collapsing against the pillows in exhaustion. It has been just over a year since that night. Steve and I are still dating and there has even been talk about marriage, but in the mean time we are still enjoying the long walks on the beach, our nice dinners at restaurants or home, and the wild sex we have with each other, and sometimes others. That, however, is a different story for a different time. The End The Blind Date Her eyes fluttered open and her vision was still blurry. Her head ached. He must have slipped something in my drink, she thought. Confused, she tried to move her arms, only to find that they were stretched high above her and with her wrists bound and tied to some kind of mechanism on the ceiling. Christina blinked again, slowly then furiously trying to get her bearings. The room was dark. She knew she heard whispers but could not make out what was being said or where it was coming from. The only light in the small space shone directly from above her as if it were acting like a spotlight. Her breathing intensified as she started to panic. She squinted, trying to make out anything more than shadows. She looked down and found herself completely naked, barely sitting on a chair with the ropes above her balancing her best they could. Her skin was on fire from embarrassment, and her heart raced from fear. "Pull her up." The voice came from in front of her. She yanked her head up to try and see. Without warning, the ropes were pulled which caused her to stand. Somebody whooshed in from behind her and removed the chair. She was again left naked, on display. "Spread your legs." The same voice commanded her. She began shaking uncontrollably, unsure what to do. "I said, spread your legs, you whore." Instinctively, she listened and spread her legs shoulder width. A collective "ah" was heard from her audience. "Check her." The voice was obviously speaking to somebody else and she waited to find out what her fate was going to be. A woman appeared from the darkness and situated herself in front of her. Her eyes were inviting, deep blue like the furthest depths of the ocean. Her hair was platinum blonde, and she was wearing the most magnificent red leather outfit. Tied tightly in the waist, her breasts hung out from the top. She came in close to her allowing her breasts to touch Christina's arm. Christina's breathing changed from panic to a sick kind of excitement. The blonde then turned into her, allowing them to be breast to breast and looked at her with an intensity that would turn anyone on. She came closer, their lips barely touching, yet the blonde was able to reach her tongue into Christina's mouth, slowly rimming the inside of her upper lip. Without any kind of warning, she pulled back, reached down and violently jammed two fingers into Christina's pussy making her gasp. As quickly as she put them in, she yanked them out, putting them in her mouth, deep-throating her own hand. "She's ready, Master. Tasty, and wet enough for your glorious cock." The blonde stood back, just barely. "Excellent." The voice finally came into the light. It was him. Her blind date. One minute they were sharing dinner, the next she ended up here. "My friends. Tonight is a special night. I bring you Christina, and I shall share her with you. You may do with her as you please." He turned towards her. "Should you choose to ram your cock down her throat you may." He forcefully opened her jaw with his hands. "Should you choose to fuck her pussy, you may." He said as he fingered her. "You want to smack her ass? Go ahead." He whacked her as hard as he could. Christina moaned in pain. "You want to abuse her tits?" He slapped each one, over and over before flicking the nipple. You want to fuck her in her tight ass...go ahead. "Again, another finger, but this time up her asshole. "Why are you doing this to me?" Christina half whispered and half pleaded with her captor. He flung himself into her, so close she could feel his spit on her face when he answered her. "Do you dare question me?" He raised his hand to the side, ready to bitch slap her. She said nothing. "DO YOU?" He screamed at her. "No." Her voice was weak. "No what bitch?" "No, sir?" He flung his hand across her cheek causing an immediate rush of pain to her cheek and tears to flow. "It is NO MASTER to you stupid whore. You advertise yourself on the internet under the guise of looking for love, when really; you just want to be fucked. Well, here we are. Oh, baby...you're about to get fucked. Hard." As violent as he was, he stepped back and gently touched the redness of her face and wiped her tears. "Get her down." In a flurry, several men and one woman appeared. The ties above her loosened her arms. A table appeared. Quickly, she was hoisted on to it, tied again, but this time her hands above her and to the side and her legs spread and tied to the legs of the table causing her ass to hang off just a bit for easy access, if needed. The first man appeared to her. He was older, balding and portrayed a disgusting grin as he massaged his own cock. His teeth were crooked and his breath smelled. His mouth went straight for hers, his tongue licking the inside and outside of her mouth. "You like her Claude, don't you?" "Oh yes, sir. Yes." "Well, have her then." He licked her again, and then moved his tongue from her mouth to the side of her face, then down her neck to her tits. His tongue was in heaven as he sucked on her, still stroking himself. Another man came forward, this one a little younger, skinny but with a huge cock. He gave no mercy as he jammed it into her pussy thrusting as hard as he could. The third man came, taking his already hard cock and filling her mouth with it. Another woman then entered, this one a brunette, and began licking the cock that was in Christina's mouth, begging to taste his cum. One more man came to her, this one large, very large. So large, she could hear him snorting just to breathe. He stood at the end of the table, moving his hand all around her ass, before inserting his fat finger into her hole. She had never been fucked anally before, much less while her pussy was full of cock. Claude was no longer satisfied by playing with her tits. He moved his mouth down to her clit licking it while she was being fucked. The man in her mouth was kissing the brunette, their tongues playing in the air. Christina was moaning, partly in disgust, but also in pleasure. Her date put his mouth by her ear. "You like this, don't you?" He grabbed a hold of one of her tits and squeezed it. "You're a fucking whore. You know that right?" He smacked her tit as hard as he could. "You know you're a cunt who nobody wants? That's why you're here with these jerk offs. Because you're a whore who will fuck anything." He smacked her tits again. The man who was fucking her pussy suddenly pulled out, allowing Claude full access to it with his tongue. His little tongue licked her from her asshole to her clit covering his face in her pussy juices. The fat man was still finger fucking her asshole, seemingly happy. With her pussy clear, the fat man moved his cock over to her and spread her ass cheeks. He crouched a tiny bit and then jammed his cock into her ass making Christina scream. Her only lubrication was her own juice and a tiny bit of pre cum from the cock that has just been inside her. The fat man ripped her apart, making her bleed. The skinny one who had been fucking her appeared in front of her mouth, jacking himself off. The third man moved, and the brunette put her face up next to Christina's waiting to catch the cum. He stroked his cock, one, two three times before a wad of cum exploded hitting Christina and her new friend in the face. He jammed his cock into Christina's mouth and she was ordered to clean it by the master. She gagged as he touched the back of her throat. The man pulled it out, and the brunette got onto her knees sucking him, getting him hard again. The room hushed as the blonde appeared, wearing a 12 inch strap on dildo. The men backed away and watched, with their cocks in their hands and the blonde made her assault on Christina's pussy. She spread her legs as far as she could, easing the dildo into her, again making Christina scream. "Shut the fuck up." The master ordered her. "Take it like you took her man." The blonde slammed it into her, pumping her better than any man ever had. She crawled up on top of her, their bodies slammed together, tit to tit and she fucked her. The blonde kissed her, her tongue completely inside of Christina's mouth and Christina kissed her back, furiously. Passionately. She fucked her like a man would fuck his mistress, keeping her legs open with her own, jamming the cock deep inside of her. The men watching could barely stand much more. The played with Christina's tits, never touching the blonde, but attacking Christina. Hands were everywhere. On her tits, touching her clit when they could, in her mouth, on her hair. Tongues replaced the fingers at times and Christina could do nothing but take it. The blonde stopped and removed the strap on. She stood with one leg on the floor, and the other reached out over Christina's body so their pussys were sucked onto each other. The grinded together, their juices intermingling. Both of the g-spots were found and it was all Christina could do not to cum. The blonde looked at Christina's date. Eyes pleading. "May I cum Master?" "Yes, my love. Cum for me." He hugged her, kissing her while she grinded her pussy in faster to Christina's. Moans of passion came from her, and Christina could feel her pussy tighten and then get more wet. "May I cum Master?" Christina asked. "No. Shut up you fucking bitch." The blonde was done with her, and the fat man took her place. He came inside of her, turning red as he did. As soon as he took himself out, Claude was ready, jamming his prick inside of her, cumming, and mixing his sperm in with the fat mans. Christina's pussy was literally dripping out cum. The third man also fucked her, cumming inside of her as well. As quickly as they came, they left and suddenly Christina was left alone, still tied to the table. Her master approached, walking in a circle around her, tracing his finger on her body as he did. He stopped at her pussy, put his finger inside of her and lapped up as much of the men's cum as he could. She violently shook her head. He grabbed her chin, opened it with his hand and stuck his fingers into her throat making her lick off what was left of her assault. When finished he unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard cock and jammed it into her mouth. He pounded it into her making her gag. He continued to do this until he was ready to cum. As he came, he plugged her nose so she would have no choice but to swallow it. She did, spitting out a little as she gagged. He pulled his dick out of her, zipped it back into his pants and used his finger to clean up the cum on her face, making her lick his finger each time. The blonde reappeared, this time dressed. He addressed Christina first. "You are now my slave. You will return here next Saturday. Do you understand?" "Yes." "You will not tell anyone unless I instruct you to. Do you understand?" "Yes." "If you defy me, your punishment will be severe. Do you understand?" "Yes." "If you defy me, I will not only punish you, but I will rape your little sister you told me about and I will punish her for your betrayal. Do you understand?" "Yes." He looked at the blonde. "Get the bitch home."