First Dates

First dates were always nerve wracking. She had been on too many recently, each date having his own unique way of rejecting her shortly after. She sighed as she gripped the railing on the bus. The evening was dark outside, and the lights of the bus caused her reflection to stare back at her in the windows. A tight green dress over a black turtle neck covered the curves of her waist and hips. Her long blonde hair draped over her right shoulder, and her blue eyes were frowning in her concern. Her knuckles whitened as the bus drew closer into the centre of town. People were beginning to gather their bags and rustle in their chairs, preparing to leave the bus and go on their evening adventures. She sighed again, her right hand running through her hair. The bus stopped, people queued orderly to escape its confinement. As she neared the doors she heard the rain. A couple of girls behind her began to moan loudly about the impact the weather would have on their hair, and the same thought raced across her mind.

Her heels clacked onto the ground as she braved the weather, and she hurried on her way, gripping her bag closer to her body and tucking her chin to her chest. Thankfully, the bar wasn't far from the bus stop, and it wasn't long before the warmth embraced her and the sounds of fellow drinkers filled her ears. She smiled and brushed herself down, passing her ID to the bouncers beside her. They waved her in and her eyes scanned the bar. There he was, standing against the wooden bar, one hand resting around a tall pint of beer, a cocktail standing alone beside it. She felt her heart race, her breath constrict. It was time to fake confidence, time to slip into her alter ego; the girl that is actually worth talking to. She walked up to the bar, replaying the word "hello" over and over in her mind, her eyes glued firmly to the floor. Three steps away from him, she looks up and allows their eyes to meet. Brown eyed with equally brown chocolate hair that looked stupidly soft. His chin was lined with deep brown stubble, causing her eyes to flick across the soft red of his lips. She blushed, and he stepped towards her. "Hey, how are you?"

Cool and calm, he showed no signs of nerves. Taking a deep breath, she smiled and stepped in to give him a polite hug. His hard body pressed against her and she felt the curves of his muscular arms as she drew away from the hug. "I'm good thanks, how are you? Good day?"

"Yeah, it's been good, it's been good indeed. I wasn't sure what you would like, but the bartender recommended this drink as being unavoidably good. So, if you don't like it we can get you something else?"

She glanced down at the cocktail; a long glass filled with ice, red dripping into orange. She took a sip, and smiled. "Ooh, so good."

"Shall we go sit down?" She nodded and then followed him to a table in the corner. Her eyes watched the curves of his back visible through the white shirt he was wearing, as her mind panicked on what she could possibly say to him that would be interesting.

As soon as they sat down he took control of the conversation, drawing her out of her shell until she actually felt truly comfortable. Occasionally, she would begin to tell a story she wished she had never started, and would panic tailing off a sentence by mumbling and wishing the ground would swallow her up. Every time her fears were simply brushed away as soon as he would just continue talking to her, asking her questions and showing a real interest. She was surprised how she looked at him and couldn't stop thinking he was cute. She hadn't expected that would be a possible adjective for such a tall, dark, muscular man. His arms bulged through the short sleeves of his shirt, and every time she glanced at them her mind flushed with improper thoughts.

The bar soon grew busy, and tables filled amongst them. There were shouts from the centre of the room as some rowdy teenagers began to frustrate the older regulars. The bar had recently lowered their prices attracting a new demographic, and changing the atmosphere of the place completely. She began to question if it had been such a good place to suggest for a first date. Nerves coursed through her and she realised that she could go on no longer without having a cigarette. Despite inwardly shaking, she boldly pulled her cigarettes from her bag, and asked if it would be alright if they popped outside. She studied his soft eyes, fearing his disapproval. She registered his shock but that was all she could get from him. He grabbed his jacket, and gestured politely for her to lead the way. Outside, she slipped the cigarette between her lips. Her thumb slid across the wheel of her lighter, and she took a deep pull. Nicotine rushed through her body, shutting down some of the inward screams.

"We could go somewhere else if you wanted?" She hadn't checked the time, but it hadn't seemed like it had been long. She'd genuinely enjoyed his company, fascinated by his kindness and realism. Then the cigarette between her fingers caused her self-confidence to plummet, and she quickly mumbled, "Actually, no don't worry, we can just go." She could barely handle rejection after a date, but to be rejected on the date? No way, so she had to retract any offer.

He looked at her questioningly, but didn't argue. "How are you getting home?"

"Oh, I'll just catch the bus."

"I can give you a lift if you want." He looked up at the sky, the rain still falling down. There was a sudden clap of thunder. "I would in fact, feel better if I gave you a lift and knew you got home safely. It's up to you though."

The rain began to fall down even harder, and she nodded. He sweetly took her hand, and led her to the multi-storey car park. They were drenched as they tumbled into his car. He apologised for the mess, but she couldn't see a spot out of place in the car.

She directed him to her flat, and he parked outside. "Well, I had a really good time. You should probably go in and get warm!"

She looked down at her fumbling hands and nodded. As she looked up to smile at him and her cheeks brushed against the rough stubble of his chin. His lips pressed against hers, as his hands moved to stroke her waist. She couldn't help a small moan of longing escaping as her tongue brushed against his. Gently, the kiss came to an end and he slid back in his seat. She was surprised as she found herself saying, "You should probably come in, get warm too?"

"That would be great, but only if you really want me to." She felt no need to give him further encouragement, simply opened the door and rushed to her apartment as the rain crashed down around her. She was just sliding the key into the lock as he grabbed her, and pushed her with his body against her door. He lowered his face down to look into her eyes, his hand gripping hold of hers. Her insides were burning with desire, her breath rushing from her lips, as she squirmed to be closer to him. He kissed her fiercely, while unlocking the door. They tumbled inside of her flat.

He stepped back from her and shut the door. He turned around as she stood expectantly in front of him. Her blonde hair stuck in wet clumps to her cheeks. Underneath her eyes was black that had dripped from her lashes. Her red lipstick remained stubbornly in place; she looked beautiful. "You should take off your clothes." He stated. He began to unbutton his shirt, only to encourage her to also begin. He watched as her painted hands slipped round the hem of her skirt and lifted it over her head. He felt himself harden as he suddenly realised that underneath her respectable clothes was her filthy secret. Royal blue lace knickers with silver buckles sat sweetly on her hips. His eyes eagerly drank in the sight of the slit in the fabric that ran between her legs. Silver buckles stuck out from underneath the black turtle neck, clipped on to the black stockings he had mistook for tights. Now as she stood in her black stiletto heels, he could barely contain his excitement as he realised he was desperate to see what was underneath her jumper. She slid it from her body, and he stepped towards her. The buckles were attached to a royal blue waspie, that matched the blue bra that supported her small breasts. Straps went round her breasts like seductive cages, and her body looked phenomenal. He could not believe his luck.

"You're still in your wet clothes."

"I couldn't focus, getting distracted with a show like that." His hand slid around her waist, resting on the small of her back, pulling her towards him. "You are fucking gorgeous." He kissed her and then led her into her bedroom. He pushed her to the bed and then knelt above her, kissing her body as she settled comfortably. Her legs opened naturally for him as his face grew closer to her pussy. She moaned in excitement and desperation as she felt his breath fall across her. The crotchless knickers drove him crazy, and he slid his tongue between the two straps. She was smooth, soft and delicious. He licked her as her breathing quickened and deepened, her legs kicked in pleasure, as her hands reached out grabbing and contorting the duvet beneath her. She called his name, as her left leg slid round his back, pushing his face closer towards her, locking him in place. Her brain was exploding in pleasure, as she revelled in the feel of his rough stubble and smooth tongue rubbing against her. She hadn't felt this level of ecstasy in a while, and she flushed with pleasure at the sudden realisation that this was really happening. A stupidly attractive man had his face buried in her pussy!

Suddenly her body went from frenzied to meltingly smooth as her orgasm rippled across her. He felt her thighs tighten, as her toes curled and then released. He tasted her, slowly lowering the speed of tongue against her before planting kisses on her stomach, her breasts, her neck and her lips. He pushed his body against her, as her fingers grabbed at the sides of his open shirt. She dragged it from his body and threw it to the floor. Instantly her hands rubbed against his arms, gripping them tightly. She could feel her pussy tighten in desire just from the curves of his arms. She moaned in desire again, and she saw his smile. "You want round two already do you?"

"Not yet." She felt confidence surge through her as she pushed him from her and onto his back. Her eyes took in the sight of his topless body, the smoothness of his chest with thick hair lining the centre of his torso. Lust clenched through her as she began to unbutton his belt and slide down his trousers. Hair from his belly button led down to the base of his thick penis. She lowered her lips and took him in her mouth, gentling moving up and down sucking deeply while her tongue flicked over the top. She couldn't help but look into his eyes as she felt his legs jerk in pleasure beneath her. His smile encouraged her, and she worked quicker. He began to sit up, "wait, stop." Panicking she instantly leapt from him.

"What did I -?

"Nothing, I just, I need to be inside you right now." He grabbed her and bent her over the side of the bed. She felt exposed, aware that his trousers were still around his ankles, he could be decent within a second. Her clothes were scattered across the flat but her vulnerability just turned her on further. "Fuck you are beyond sexy." She steadied her hands on the bed as he rested one on the small of her back, just touching the top of her butt. His cock began to slide between her lips, filling her up. A small squeal of pleasure snuck from her mouth as he began to thrust deep inside her. As he fucked her his hands stroked the curves of her body, he pressed his as close to her as possible. It wasn't long before he knew he was about to cum, and he could feel that she was close to; her toes were yet again curling tightly. He slipped his hand round to rub against her clit, and she practically screamed in pleasure. She came almost instantly after that, and he soon followed suit. They tumbled as one to the bed and he held her close, nuzzling his face into her neck.

He couldn't stop stroking the long smooth length of her body, leaving soft little kisses as he went.

"Unbelievable. That has to be the best first date I've been on for a while." He enthused.

Suddenly, she was dragged from her post-fuck pleasure bubble and forced back into reality. She had just fucked this guy on the first date, who does that? There was no way he was going to want to see her again.

"Not only do I definitely want to see you again, but I need to do that again. I need to do that again right now." She giggled in pleasure as he slid his fingers between her legs and began kissing her again.