1 comments/ 103708 views/ 2 favorites Ella's First By: exxxwriter Ella opened her mouth, and brought Dan's cock closer to her tongue. Her nose was full with the heady smell of it, Dan's pungent musk, like salty perfume and spices. It was bigger than she had thought, now that she was down on her knees in front of it. But she didn't much to compare it too. Dan was the kind of guy people tell you is a "great guy", and you know is anything but. He wasn't in the least bit what Ella had imagined her first cock would be attached to. He was tall and lean, a little greasy, and standing over her know in his dirty muscle vest, jeans down around his ankles, Ella couldn't meet his hungry gaze. She was shorter than him, shorter than most people, slim, but with the kind of tits that always made her feel fat. 38DD, they were heavy on her small frame, needing a bra with underwiring that could have held the Titantic up. They heaved against the robust fabric of her bra now as she breathed heavily; how they longed to be free and swinging against the soft flesh of her torso. She could see Dan staring down her top, into the shadowed valley of her deep cleavage. "Wait," he said. For a minute she wondered if he had had a change of heart, if he had realised that she was on the brink of giving her first blowjob here on the rough carpet of Dan's hallway. "Take of your top," he continued. "I want to cum on your tits." Ella had only meant to give him a kiss. It was their second date, meal and a movie, ambrosia to Ella who had taken Dan as her first real boyfriend. Real boyfriend, she thought, what a joke! She had gone back to his place, drank coffee, talked, honestly believing that that was what he had brought her back her for. Then in the hallway, when he offered her a lift home instead of a cab, she had accepted, and given him a peck on the cheek in return. His hands had moved so quickly, and before she knew it she was held tight in his embrace. Her heart had been pounding then, even as it was now, and she remembered the flush of warmth she had felt in her virgin's pussy when he had pressed his lips to hers and prised them apart with his tongue. She had kissed him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth, clumsily matching his movements. She didn't know if Dan was a good kisser, another experience she had nothing to compare against, but as his hand had slid down to stroke the firm flesh of her ass through her thin floral skirt, she knew she had pulled him closer to her. She could still taste his saliva in her mouth now. She should have stopped him when he reached down and started to unbutton his jeans. He wore a button fly that reminded Ella of James Dean. She should have stopped him, but she didn't. His hands had ridden back up her body, tickling the ridges of her spine through her soft cardigan, ending at her shoulders. And then, he had pushed her down. The rough carpet of Dan's hallway scuffed Ella's bare knees. "You want to do what?" she asked. "I want to cum on your tits," said Dan, "They're fucking lush Ella, I want to cover them with my cum." Ella blushed. No one had ever complimented her tits so openly before. She had always been big; she was used to the ogling looks from men and boys, the envious look and bitchy comments from women; but to hear someone compliment them, admire them, even desire them so openly. Ella felt the growing heat in her pussy being replaced by a growing warm moistness, and she did what Dan asked. Taking her hands from his cock, she unbuttoned her soft cardigan. Button by button, taking her time, letting herself take charge of the situation. Her fingers trembled, she hoped that Dan couldn't see, and finally she reached the last button. Cold air drew goosebumps up on her tummy as she slipped out of the cardigan. Dan smiled, and licked his lips. "Take off your bra." Reaching behind herself, Ella undid the thick plastic clasp that held her bra in place. She felt the familiar relief of releasing her breasts from the lacy confines of the bra, and gasped as the cool air hardened her thick brown nipples. "Oh yeah babe," said Dan. "Those are fucking awesome." Ella looked up at Dan, and smiled. "You want ..." she stammered, "You want to ... cum on them now?" Dan took his cock in his hand and began to stroke, easing her foreskin back and forth over the swollen purple head. "Is this your first?" Dan asked. Ella blushed again, and fumbled around the confines of her mind for a convincing lie. What had given her away, she wondered. Was it her trembling fingers as she stripped off her top and bra? Had it been her question? "It's alright," said Dan, breaking the sudden awkward silence between them. "You don't have to blow it." Without another word, Dan started pumping his cock harder than before. He rolled for foreskin back and forth, massaging the prominent ridge of his cock-head. Ella stared at it, her mouth hanging open. She wanted to smile. There was a part of her that was starting to realise that maybe Dan was a "great guy" after all. She placed her hands gingerly on the firm flesh of his thighs and began to rub up and down, massaging him as best she could from her awkward position. He was rubbing his cock hard now, wet noises coming from underneath his foreskin as precum leaked from his cock. "Is that?" whispered Ella. "No," said Dan with a smile, "That come's first, before." "Oh," said Ella. She felt her tongue run over her lips involuntarily. Her head moved forward, she felt as if invisible hands were pressing her forward. "Can I ... taste it?" she asked. Dan stopped rubbing his cock and, holding in by the base of the shaft, guided it towards Ella's mouth. She parted her wet lips and poked her tongue out to rub the tip. She lapped a little of the pre-cum from Dan's cock and drew back, her brow furrowing as she tried to place the taste. Dan inched forward, until his cock was pressing against Ella's lips. With a gentle nudge, he popped it into her mouth. Ella began to roll her tongue around the knob of flesh that had forced its way into her mouth. She worked it just like she had worked Dan's tongue before, repeating the same movements she had copied from him minutes before. She opened her mouth fully, letting Dan ease more of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue rolled around the shaft, seeking out more of that same taste. Dan's cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged, and he pulled back slightly, letting her catch her breath. Dan placed a hand on the back of Ella's head, slipping his fingers into her dark hair, winding it around. Keeping a gentle hold on this knot of hair, Dan began to pull Ella's head back and forth on his cock. Her lips locked tight around the turgid flesh of Dan's penis in an attempt to control the thing's repeated penetration of her mouth. She gagged each time Dan's head hit the back of her throat. She grabbed his arm, tried to pull his hand free of her hair. Oh God, she thought, he's jacking himself off with my face. "It's easier," panted Dan, "If you let me do it." She felt his this flesh in her mouth swell, and precum ran freely from the tip of Dan's cock into Ella's mouth and down her throat. Dan's began to work his cock back and forth in time with his pushing and pulling of Ella's head. "Oh yeah," he gasped, "Fucking your face is so good." Ella had been right the first time. Dan was anything but a great guy. Air rushed into Ella's lungs as Dan finally pulled his throbbing cock out of her mouth. She choked, and tried to push him away, but his hand was still knotted into her hair. He grabbed his cock and pulled her close to him and her furious pumped his own flesh. "Oh yeah!" he shouted as cum burst forth from his cock head. The first blast splattered across Ella's face, a streak of cum that ran from her bottom lip to between her eyes. The second blast landed across her nose. Dan kept pumping, and a final splattering ejaculation landed across Ella's quivering tits, running down into her cleavage. Dan let go of Ella's head and staggered back. Ella dropped onto all fours, smearing the cum off her face with the back of her hand. "You bastard," she spat. She could taste him in her mouth. Dan laughed. "So, pick you up tomorrow at eight?" Ella stood up, her cum splattered tits swinging. "Sure," she replied. Ella's First I look at myself in the mirror and break out in a nervous sweat. "Becca! There is no way I can leave the house like this. I look..." "Sexy?" Becca suggests helpfully. "Really? I was thinking more like... exposed." Turning in front of the mirror, I smooth the sequined mini dress over my curves and pull the bodice up higher watching in dismay as it springs back into place - framing my cleavage, rather than covering it. The dress is certainly eye catching but a nervous prickle of fear twists through me as I imagine wearing it out to the club. "Definitely sexy," Becca says as she stands behind me. "I told you I'd help find you a boyfriend, this dress is just the first step." "Maybe I don't want a boyfriend," I say softly. "What if I meet someone and he turns out to be just like Arthur? Besides, I kind of like spending Saturday nights at home." My eyes wander to the books stacked high on my bedside table begging me to snuggle down deep in the covers and become immersed in their pages. Compared to my date with Arthur, a night with a hot novel sounds so much more appealing. "Come on, that was one date over a year ago. You need to get over it." "Becca, he licked my face. It wasn't just the worst kiss in the history of mankind, he actually licked my face. Like a dog. What if the next guy is even worse?" "Trust me, it will get better. You just need to get out of the house and stop spending all of your time at school studying or in bed reading. You're 20 years old, not 50! You should be snuggled between your sheets with a boy, not with a book. You don't even know what you're missing out on. If you wimp out on me and stay home again tonight I'll have to resign as your best friend or something. No offence." She grins at me and I laugh despite myself. "Oh of course not, that's not at all offensive." "Listen, you have a great body, this dress just highlights it. We'll find you a better guy, one that knows how to kiss properly. Maybe even someone who knows how to French kiss..." she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Mesh, is supposed to be wicked hot. I mean, how lucky are we that the trendiest club in Melbourne opened up just around the corner? We'll have some drinks, dance, meet some boys. It'll be fun, no pressure." "It'll be fun," I repeat it to myself like an affirmation and take a deep breath. I move to adjust the dress again but as I reach for the fabric Becca stops me with a look and walks behind me to straighten the bodice. Soft hands smooth the material down my sides, easing the wrinkles over my hips, my thighs. Her breath whispers against my legs as she straightens the seams and my body thrills under her touch. Maybe I do need a night out, I think to myself. Even my best friend's hands are starting to seem erotic. I clear my throat and step away from her quickly. "OK. I'll trust you on the dress, but it's freezing outside. I'm wearing something over the top of this," I warn and open my wardrobe to pull out a short black college style blazer with white piping and slip it on over the dress. Becca's starts laughing as I turn around and she sees what I've chosen. "What's so funny?" I pout. "I give you my sexiest dress and you make it look like a uniform! Fine, keep the blazer on. It actually looks kind of cute on you." "Thanks," I pull at the hemline one last time, trying to wish a few extra inches onto it. "Don't worry you've made that dress look positively decent. Here, let me do your face for you." Becca picks up my makeup bag and gestures for me to sit on the edge of the bed. "How is it that you can make the word 'decent' sound oh so wrong? Are you sure you don't think the dress is too short?" I ask as she loads the brush with eye shadow. "Hello, look at who you're talking to," she gestures to her own skirt which leaves even less to the imagination than my own. "We're going out to a club, not the library. What you're wearing is great, you'll fit right in. Don't worry so much." "Sorry, I'm just nervous." "Ok, hold still," she warns. I close my eyes as she applies a nude eye shadow and dark liner to my lids and hold my breath as the soft scent of powder wafts over me. Running the blush softly over my cheeks once Becca stands back with her head cocked to the side looking at me critically. "Why Ella, I do believe you are looking positively smoking," she smirks. I glance in the mirror and smile at my reflection. My carefully curled hair trails over the collar of the blazer and the sequined dress sparkles beneath it. My make up is understated but highlights my wide brown eyes and full pink lips. I look like a different version of myself. She's right, I do look kind of hot. Like the kind of girl that goes to clubs and flirts with boys. My pulse swells with anticipation, beating with the promise of dark pleasure and whispers of desire. "Ready to go find us some boys?" Becca asks with a sly smile. Tucking a stray hair behind my ear, I pick up my keys and wallet and for the first time tonight I think that I just might be looking forward to this. ***** Mesh is packed when we arrive, a line snakes out of the doorway curving along the street. After flashing some cleavage and working her flirt Becca gets us past the line and before I know it we're walking through a velvet curtain into the heavy thud of dance music. The air is hot in the club and sweat prickles along my skin beneath the blazer as we work our way through the crowd. Scanning the room eyes meet mine, male eyes dark with intent and my breath catches in my throat as my body tightens with anticipation. Will tonight be the night I get my first proper kiss? Becca grabs my hand and leads me to the bar working our way past the couples kissing on low couches and guys swigging beer, making lewd hand gestures with hoarse laughs. Eyes caress my bare skin and I clutch my blazer tighter, suddenly nervous despite the growing excitement curled deep in the pit of my stomach. We stop abruptly and I tumble into Becca to find myself in front of the bar in the centre of the club. Blue lights flicker along a steel mesh counter, the mohawked bartender is rushed off his feet but finds time to spare a smile for Becca as she orders us two shots of tequila. He slides two glasses over to us but won't take our money. "On the house," he winks and I blush as he looks in my direction. Taking our glasses to the stools at the end of the bar Becca bends down to whisper in my ear "How about him? He's pretty hot!" "Umm... maybe not," I frown wrinkling my nose. Somehow I can't see me and Mr Mohawked Tattoo guy having much in common. The guy works in a club and has hundreds of gorgeous girls flirting with him every night. Even with the extreme haircut he looks too handsome, not quite real. Luckily Becca is already distracted, looking over to the dance floor and back at me grinning. "Dutch courage!" she cheers, clinking her glass against mine before downing the shot. My throat burns as the tequila traces my throat and I feel the heavy warmth seep through my stomach. "Time for step two," she yells in my ear. "Let's dance!" I look over to the dance floor where girls are executing elaborate moves and the guys are moving close to thrust their hips against them in the guise of dancing. My nervousness overtakes my earlier excitement and I feel myself start to panic. "There is no way you're going to convince me to dance while I'm still sober." I shrug off my blazer and plant myself back down on the stool. "Why don't you go dance and I'll stay here and try my luck at the bar?" I smile with a confidence I wish I felt and wave her over to the dance floor. "How about I go dance for a bit and bring some cute boys back with me for you to meet? Don't have too much fun without me," she blows a kiss over her shoulder and starts moving her hips in time to the music as she walks out onto the dance floor. With Becca gone I start to feel exposed sitting alone at the bar so I order a vodka and lemonade, thrusting my money quickly into the bartender's hand, and take it over to a group of lounge chairs in the corner of the club. I take a long gulp of my drink and lay my blazer over my lap as I try to get a lay of the land. Most of the guys are young and slightly dishevelled, with designer stubble, tight jeans and skinny ties. It looks like we've infiltrated the latest hipster hangout. I can see Becca on the dance floor. Her ass sways to the music, the tight lycra of her skirt barely covering her ass. Her thin cropped tee offers a tantalising view of her cleavage and it's no surprise that there are already a few guys circling her, moving closer as her body sways with the music. I'm quickly mesmerised and watch curiously at the way she charms them. The subtle crook of a finger as she beckons one of them closer, the pout of her lips when they can't keep up with her... I'm surprised when I hear a soft cough behind me and a low male voice asking "Can I get you a drink?" I turn to see a brawny guy with a mop of oily hair clinging to his forehead looking down my cleavage. It looks like he's been dancing and the strong scent of his body odour threatens to suffocate me. Repulsion fizzes in my gut as I imagine kissing him, somehow I don't think he'll offer any improvement over Arthur's face licking. . "I already have a drink," the ice tinkles as I shake the glass at him and look back at the dance floor hoping he'll take the hint. "You look really sexy in that dress" his finger reaches forward to tug at the strap of my bodice. "I'm just waiting for a friend" I pull the blazer from my lap, struggling to get my arms through the sleeves quickly before he can touch any more of me. "I can keep you company while you wait..." he offers and presses closer to me, his fingers moving to walk up my thigh. "Please don't." I brush his fingers away and smooth my dress down around my thighs, I knew this dress was too short. I glance up to see him smiling, enjoying my discomfort and I shudder. No way in hell is this guy getting any closer to me. This boy with his sticky hands and beer breath will not be going anywhere near my lips or my panties. I want a man with strong arms and the scent of his cologne swirling around us as he ravishes me. Is that really too much to ask for? "Ella, you sly thing you..." Becca sidles up to me, a cute boy with designer stubble and tight jeans trailing behind her. "This is the friend I was waiting for." I look at the guy pointedly and he finally takes the hint and leaves. "Not your type?" she asks and picks up my drink, swilling it back in one long gulp. "I was going to bring some guys over to meet you but it looked like you got all loved up on your own. He seemed very attentive." "Trust me, I don't want that kind of attention." She looks up at me with a look of sympathy before turning to introduce me to the guy behind her. "Ella, this is Justin. Justin invited me back to his place, I was thinking about going but if you're still looking I'll stay here with you." "Don't be silly, I'll be fine. You two go and have fun." I smile while calculating how long I'll need to wait before running out of the club. "You are such a great friend. He's such a cutie isn't he?" she stage whispers. "You should get out on the dance floor, lots of hot guys," she licks her lips suggestively and I punch her arm in mock admonishment as she turns to leave. I wait until Becca is out of sight, count to ten, then slink out of the club. ***** The autumn night feels cool against my hot cheeks and I gulp deep breaths of relief as I stand on the street, shivering slightly in my thin blazer. People pool out of the club onto the footpath and I move out of their way while I get my bearings and that's when I see it. A bookstore, open at 10pm on a Saturday night. I feel myself drawn to the warm glow from the door like a moth to a flame. The door creaks as I push it open, a bell ringing dimly in the distance and I stand reverently at the entrance breathing in the alluring scent that all good bookstores seem to have. I breathe deeply and the soft smell of paper and dust slides into my lungs as I run a finger along the book spines drawing me further into the store. It's one of those bookstores that sells both new and second hand books and I'm soon enmeshed in the science fiction section finding alternative printings of long lost favourites and reading blurbs of shiny new books that beckon tantalisingly from the shelves. My arms are straining under the weight of new purchases before I know it and I'm contemplating adding one more to the growing pile when a low male chuckle sounds from beside me. "Do you need a hand with those? Looks like you're reaching your limit there." I look up into dark blue eyes and my breath catches in my throat, all thoughts of comparing Arthur to every man I meet suddenly disappear. "I-I'm fine. Thank you. Hi, I'm Ella" I introduce myself and smile warmly, trying not to scare off the most attractive man I've met all night. He's tall and broad shouldered under his suit jacket with dark hair and those beautiful eyes. Kind of imposing but he seems kind and when he looks at me I feel my body begin to warm and my heartbeat sounds loudly in my ears. "I'm David," he smiles back. "You have good taste," he comments, running a finger down the spine of one of the books and I shiver, imagining those fingers running along other places. "Thanks, I'm on a bit of a sci-fi kick at the moment," I struggle not to think dirty thoughts and peer over to see a reference book on tax law cradled in his hands. "I'd say the same to you but I'm not very well versed on tax law. Intellectual property however..." "Wow, smart and beautiful" "And with an unfortunately obsessive reading habit," I steady the books in my arms as the one on top threatens to topple. "Are you parked nearby? It looks like you're going to have your hands full carrying that lot." "I live just around the corner, over on Flinders Street. I was planning to just carry them home." "I could help you carry them if you like? I was heading that way." "Oh, you don't have to. I wouldn't want to put you out." "Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't help you carry those home?" he winks. "Why, you'd be no kind of gentleman at all. And you know, I've always relied on the kindness of strangers," I flutter my eyelashes at him in mock impression of Blanche Du'Bois, feeling only slightly ridiculous as I wonder if this counts as flirting. "Get on with it" he slaps me cheekily on the ass as I walk toward the counter. "I don't have all night." I feel a thrill of anticipation, my skin tingling where he touched me. If it feels like that when we're just playing around what would it feel like if he touched me on purpose? ***** We make our way onto the street together and I fall into step beside him, matching my stride to his trying to calm myself. Just taking a walk with a handsome man, nothing out of the ordinary going on here. "So after all of that intellectual property talk I'm guessing you're a lawyer," he says. "Close. I'm a law student but I work as a receptionist on the weekends. Real estate," I mime a shudder. "So you're planning on heading into property law then," he chuckles. "I'm thinking corporate law. Mergers, acquisitions, IP, that sort of thing. How about you?" "I own a little software development company, industry based software solutions mostly. It's all very technical and rather boring I'm afraid." "It sounds fascinating, if I wasn't studying law I'd be an entrepreneur. Starting something from the ground up, building it into something amazing from nothing, it's incredible." "You almost make it sound sexy," he teases. "Maybe you've just never realised how sexy it actually is," I grin and notice his muscles flexed under his jacket as he carries my books and a flicker of guilt passes through me. "You really didn't have to carry my books home for me you know," I gesture to the heavy bag he's carrying. "I know, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you." I feel myself blushing and almost walk past the entrance to my apartment building, the smell of doughnuts brings me back to reality and I stop suddenly, completely lost for words. This gorgeous, successful, kind man wanted an excuse to talk to me? Maybe this dress is lucky... "This is me," I gesture awkwardly at the building feeling suddenly shy. 'You live in a doughnut store?" he asks quizzically. "I wish," I laugh. "No, my apartment is just above the shop. There's an entrance around the side. Would you like to come up? Maybe, you know, talk some more?" I ask nervously. "I'd like that." I lead him around the corner and he opens the door for me, as I glance up at him I feel the heat building between us. The stairwell suddenly feels cramped and I smile back at him shyly hoping I don't seem like the inexperienced idiot that I really am. Alcohol, I think to myself. Alcohol will make everything better. I walk through my front door, only fumbling with the keys once which I write off as a minor victory, and gesture for him to leave the books on the coffee table. "Nice view," he says placing the books down gently and walking over to the window to look at Flinders street station lit up in gold against the night sky. "I've always liked it," I blush "and it is awfully convenient." He starts to move toward me and I freeze, unsure what to do next. It's not every day I invite a strange man into my apartment. "Would you like a drink?" I blurt out suddenly, running into the kitchen for some Dutch courage. "A drink would be lovely." I find all of the alcohol in the back of the cupboard - a bottle of whisky, vodka and some green cocktail flavouring and place them all on a pretty metal tray that Becca and I bought last year at the market in Fed Square. Plucking two crystal tumblers from the cupboard I arrange them in front and carry it out into the lounge room where I find him sprawled out on the couch inspecting my purchases. "I haven't seen this one before," he says, tapping the cover of the book he's holding as I slide the tray onto the coffee table. "Yeah, I was so excited to find some of them. It's so hard to find a good bookstore these days." "You don't buy them all online? I thought that was the thing to do with your generation." "My generation? Just how old are you anyway?" I grin. "I'm 30, but don't hold it against me." "No, 30's a good age. I'd like to be 30." "Well, I like you just the age you are," he bumps my arm playfully with his shoulder and I duck my head shyly. "Can I pour you a drink?" I sit beside the coffee table and move the tumblers around on the tray. "Whisky would be good." I unscrew the lid on the bottle and pour the amber liquid into the glass carefully, trying to look suave and sophisticated. "Thanks," he cradles the glass between his hands and I notice how big they are, almost engulfing the glass. I pour a glass of vodka for myself and gulp it down quickly trying not to think of his hands engulfing other things, like my arms, my wrists, my thighs... I fill the glass back up and join him on the couch, folding my legs under me while trying to keep the dress around my thighs rather than around my waist. "Sorry, I don't normally dress like this," I apologise as I struggle to cover a stretch of thigh. "Don't apologise. It looks good on you. Sweet yet sexy," he thumbs the edge of the collar on my blazer and smiles, his hand moving up to cup my cheek. "Thanks," I lean into his caress and feel my breath catch in my throat. "You know, you have gorgeous eyes," I say starting to feel like I may be slightly more drunk than I first thought. I lean forward to get a closer look at the silvery flecks scattered across the dark blue of his iris. Ella's First "And you have some sexy bed head going on," he lifts a curl in his fingers and when I lift a hand up to my head I realise that my carefully curled hair is now in ruffled messy waves. I move my fingers to fix it and he puts his hand over mine to stop me. "Don't, it looks cute like that." "I-um, ok." He pushes my hand back to the couch and my pulse flutters, trapped against the heat of his fingers. He moves in closer and his scent fills my nostrils, the spiced sweetness of his cologne envelops us and I tense as I feel his breath across my lips and draw back from him. "I-I haven't- I mean, I don't really get out much," I finish lamely. "You don't want me to kiss you?" he asks confused. "Yes! Of course, I just... I'm nervous," I admit. He tries to suppress a grin, failing miserably and leans in closer. "Just relax," he whispers and brings his mouth to mine. His lips are soft and they feel strange against my mouth, this is nothing like kissing someone on the cheek. I open my mouth wider and try to copy his movements but feel awkward and flushed as I try to keep up. "Was that your first kiss?" he asks pulling back with a strange look on his face. "No! No, of course not," I look down at my fingers completely embarrassed, it must have been terrible. "I mean, kind of, there was this one guy, Arthur. But nothing serious, nothing memorable..." I feel myself blushing and try to move my hand away from him but he holds it firm in his warm grasp. "So... you're a virgin? I'm surprised, you don't seem like that kind of girl." "I have no social skills and an overactive imagination. I'm every kind of girl," I blush but force myself to look him in the eyes and my stomach thrills with anticipation as his lips move closer to me. "Let's try this again," he says and moves his hand to the back of my neck, his thumb traces warm circles on my neck driving me to distraction. "I'd like that," I murmur and move closer. His breath tickles my chin and as he tilts my head slightly I close my eyes in anticipation. His lips softly brush mine and I catch my breath, trying to memorise this moment. "So did he kiss you like this?" he asks, leaning in and pressing another kiss softly to my lips. "Uh huh," I lean in for more, my body aching to be closer to his. "How about like this?" this time his lips brush mine and he parts them softly before deepening the kiss. "No, not like that. This is much better," I confide and move closer to him wrapping my arms around his neck and tugging him closer to get more, deeper, now. My hands trace the back of his neck copying his earlier move and I grasp the hairs on the back of his head struggling to take a solid breath when he leans closer to flick his tongue across mine eliciting a groan. His hands grip either side of my hips lifting me onto his lap and I straddle his waist, that ever annoying dress riding up and for the first time tonight I really don't care. I press myself closer and feel him begin to harden against me as we melt into each other. I think I'm starting to get the hang of this kissing thing, lips soft moving over his mouth, hardening to press closer and explore further. Sighs and moans escape me, fighting against each other as we struggle to keep control of our bodies. "Did he ever do this with you?" his voice is husky as his hands cup my thighs, thumbs tracing an enchanting line along my knee toward my crotch. His thumbs snake toward my underwear and I watch in fascination as he hooks them beneath my underwear into my wetness and shudder as his thumbs trace perfect lines of pleasure inside of me. "N-No, never! Oh my..." I shudder as his thumb brushes my clit, my back arching with desire I grind my hips into his hands, demanding closer, harder, more. His thumb moves over my clit, each motion sending pure tingles of bliss shooting through me. My muscles contract and my breath becomes deeper and I throw my head back, hair tickling the backs of my thighs as I give myself up to the moment, to this ocean of pleasure building inside me that feels like climbing, soaring, reaching ever higher until it breaks and my body stiffens, motionless as my nerve endings explode tingling with rapture. He pulls me closer to him as my mind comes back down to reality and I bring his head back to mine with a soft kiss. His eyes are dark with desire and I suddenly want to make him feel the same way, I want him to feel the desire and want and longing and as I think this he has slipped my blazer from my shoulders and is searching for a zipper on the dress. I brush his fingers away and start to unbutton his shirt where he quickly gets the picture and shrugs out of his jacket, helping me by stripping the rest of his clothing before I've reached the last button. I flush in delight as I realise that he wants this just as much as I do. I pull away his shirt and stand back to look at him. His chest glistens in the soft light, the hardness of his muscles contrasting with a softness around his middle. I slowly unzip my dress and his eyes follow my fingers, his hand now cupping himself, sliding along the length as he watches me undress. My breath catches in my throat as I step out of my dress and kneel before him. I kiss his fingers away from his penis, suddenly unsure of what to do but I want to see him up close, feel his skin against mine. I run my hands up the back of his legs as I trace my nose over his stomach, edging ever closer to his erection twitching in the corner of my eye. I grow bold and move closer, laying my face in his lap and the heat of him throbs against my cheek. I look up at him through lowered lashes and his head arches back, hands caressing the back of my head as I breath in the scent of him. The fresh musk of his body, the heat of him against my face is like nothing I've felt before. I trail my hands up his thighs and watch his face in fascination as I trace soft lines along his skin and lay my fingers over him. As my hands run along his cock in a soft caress he shudders, head thrown back, lost in the sensation. Encouraged, I move my hand along the hard, velvet smoothness of his shaft and trace the join around the head. I stop to look up at him and he licks his lips "Don't stop," he urges. Tantalised by all of that soft skin I move closer to press a kiss along his shaft and he exhales in relief. Surprised by his reaction I dart my tongue out and run it along him feeling the velvet smoothness of his skin gliding along my tongue. "More, oh, please, more" he groans and emboldened I slide the length of him into my mouth, moving my tongue over the head and along the shaft as I push him further into my mouth toward my throat. I pause as I feel him against the back of my throat and draw back to lick along his length from base to tip, enjoying his shivers and moans, electrified by the knowledge that I am doing this. Moving my head up and down I get into a rhythm, as the pace builds I feel my breath become heavier, my nipples tighten, wetness building. His moans deepen and I sense that it will be soon. Spit or swallow, spit or swallow, the words pace in my head and I let them go, giving myself over to the moment. His fingers tighten in my hair in warning and I drive him down into my throat faster, moving him closer toward climax. Suddenly everything tightens and stills and I feel him splashing into my mouth and I instinctively swallow, struggling to hold it all, then I relax and let it build, swallowing as he starts to twitch and slow. I release him from my mouth and stumble forward to collapse on the couch beside him. "That was..." I clam up, suddenly embarrassed. Is it whore-ish to share such pleasure with a man you've just met if it feels so perfectly right? "Amazing" David finishes my sentence for me. "You are amazing." His hands caress my shoulders, thumbs digging into the back of my neck and I relax into the massage. As his hands move lower toward my breasts I hear his breathing quicken again and I look up to see his face flushed. "I need to take you on a proper date, make an honest woman out of you," he says suddenly. "Oh, was that... should I not have?" I stammer, maybe he thinks it was whore-ish as well. "No, no," he stops my words with a kiss. "It was perfect. You are perfect. That was just my attempt at humour. Let's try this again, would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? It can be really low key, I'll cook. I'd love to show you my place." "I'd love to." I smile shyly up at him, wondering if maybe after dinner we can try and re-create some of these delicious orgasms for dessert.