[MF] [Outdoor] Best First Date

I’m 28 and newly divorced, technically still waiting on the court date, but separated from my ex who’s still seeing the coworker she cheated with earlier this year. We had a hard go of it because she was dealing with some very difficult personal issues, which affected our intimacy and day-to-day happiness. We were always in crisis mode, as if on a sinking ship that demanded we constantly shovel out buckets of water to try and float.

Moving on and moving back home have been very positive for me. I’ve had lots of good work, gotten to spend time with friends and family, and I feel genuinely happy and stable for the first time in years. …so of course I joined Tinder.

I was curious to see what dating was like these days, and to get an idea of who was out there. I swiped left and right for a few days, had some flirtations and a coffee date, but it didn’t add up to much.
Then I got a message from Lily, a girl I had super-liked. She was 21 but looked like someone from another time, a southern belle in summer dresses with striking green eyes and long, dark waves of hair. In one photo she was enjoying a popsicle, her taffy-coral lips embracing its icy tip.

Lily said she had never messaged anyone on the app before, but that she would like to meet me. She was in the process of moving back to town, had recently broken off an engagement, and felt a strong interest in me too. It turned out we had the same favorite author, both had unusual interests in religion, and were both living with our families during our times of transition, 3 miles away from each other.
We flirted and she dropped a hint that she would like to move on from the popsicle to something else. She asked for the chance to prove how much she enjoyed smudging her lipstick.

Unlike the usual Netflix-and-Chill sense of disposable connection, and despite the immediate sexual bent, there was a strong element of eye-to-eye interest and excitement. This girl wasn’t just really sexy, but a smart and compassionate seeker who could appreciate the social implications of David Lynch and Beyonce’s work.

We decided to carpool over to a wooded trail by the river nearby. She pulled up beaming and waving, and hugged me happily before getting in my car. We talked about music, God, families, exes, art, and witches before leaving the car, enjoying each other’s company and the easy conversation. Lily said she felt very peaceful around me, and I had to agree — her presence put me at ease and made me smile and laugh.

We got out of the car, hopped a fence, and began hiking up a hill toward a big open field. We picked fresh berries from several wild bushes growing here and there, and I marveled that she didn’t seem worried about getting pricked or bitten. By the time we reached a shaded thicket at the top of the hill, we both had small streaks of red on our arms and legs, and the June sun had given our skin a pink sheen.

We spread out blankets and sat down, leaning back on elbows and kicking off our shoes. We sipped from my water bottle and chatted while catching our breath. Then we leaned in.

Her mouth plucked at mine, slickened by saliva and sweat. Her smooth pink lips savored and tugged at my own, and her hands played with my hair before running down my back. We embraced and started laughing, feeling a palpable chemistry that was even better than expected.

We talked some more, and this time got deep about fears and beliefs. Lily and I wound up praying and crying together, both very pleasantly surprised at this rewarding combination being found at a time when neither of us would have expected to find more than perhaps a sexy dalliance. This felt like a momentous discovery, and we shared a deep thankfulness.

Soon we were staring each other down again, and I saw her clench her jaw, which she would later tell me is something she does when overwhelmed by attraction. We started making out again, our mouths drinking from each other in between fits of giggling and rolling around on the blanket. There was almost a childlike joy attached to our intoxicating connection, and this felt unlike any pairing I’d ever experienced before.

She crawled onto my lap and straddled me, feeling my growing hardness press against against her bottom. As our mouths and hands became more furious, she started to unbutton my shirt, tracing my skin with her warm touch. In response I pulled her dress over her head and ran my palms down her lithe body while she removed her bra.

Her skin, fair and freckled like mine, was soft and sun-warmed. I put my mouth to her body and slowly trailed down her neck to each breast, using my tongue to tease the sensitive nipples crowning each little hilltop. She kissed down my chest and I leaned back, reclining on my elbows with my legs out in front of me. She unbuttoned my jeans and reached down to stroke my length, pulling it from my boxers and spreading the slick pre-cum with her hand.

I’m uncut and quite sensitive, plus I’ve been mostly out of luck on sex, so I was nervous that I wouldn’t last. But she seemed to have an instinctive understanding of my body, reading my expressions and grunts as well as every pulse and twitch. Her hand wrapped around my glossy cock, pulling back my foreskin to expose the head. I gasped as she lowered her head and took me in her mouth.

For the past 6 years, fellatio has been my number one fantasy. Aside from a handful of mostly failed attempts, it didn’t happen in my marriage, and I had actually started to wonder if it might be an unhealthy or disrespectful desire. All of that went out the window when Lily proved to me, just as she said, how much she enjoyed smudging her makeup.

I have never before lasted half an hour either alone or with a partner, but over a thirty-minute spell I felt my head tingle and my face go numb. My jaw hung open to see her overt pleasure at having me in her mouth. She even deep-throated me repeatedly, not gagging or choking in a way that would have made me feel selfish or abusive but clearly relishing the feeling of my length filling her mouth and throat, her velvet tongue lapping against the underside.

Over the course of those thirty minutes, I fell back with my head on the blanket and let pleasure and her lips wash over me. I hadn’t even allowed myself to consider that it was possible to feel this good, and my mind was being blown with every kiss, suck, lick, and stroke. She savored every moment and motion, and I can’t even think of porn stars who look like they have as much fun as she was.

We took a break because I couldn’t hold back my surprised laughter, which caused us to sit upright and hug each other in hysterical bliss. I had started to moan “Thank you, thank you,” while she attended to me, but now it was her turn to say the same words, thanking me for letting her enjoy my company and body.

She grabbed her bag and mentioned that she had gotten bug spray and something else before our hike. “I don’t know if you’re the type of girl who fucks on the first date,” she said with a wink, pulling a small foil square from her purse and unwrapping it. She placed it to the side for a moment and kissed me deeply again, grabbing my naked cock in my hand and stroking me back to full hardness before rolling the condom down over my head and shaft.

We kissed and undressed, and I felt a hot, wet glow between her legs as my hand traveled over her ass and back up her front. Her slim figure was complemented by a tight stomach, and as she laid back on the blanket I felt myself twitch to see her body. I laid on top of her and she guided me inside, both of us gasping and moaning in delight. She felt so perfect — warm and tight, with lips that gripped my shaft even as I slid effortlessly in and out of her wetness.

We arched our backs and clawed each other’s skin, kissing and biting and riding faster together. I felt a portal open up before me and looked widely into her sparkling sea-green eyes before we hurtled into darkness, collapsing into each other with loud and simultaneous orgasms that reached a hawk circling overhead.

I got bitten by a snake that day. I’m in bed resting off the effects of the venom (I’ll be fine), but I’d do it all again. In fact, we did do it again, in the city, several days later… but that’s another story.

Who knew life after a divorce could be so good?

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