The first meeting.

I was jittery and nervous leading up to our meeting. We had only talked online and over text messages and the thought of finally meeting him in person was halfway exhilarating and halfway nauseating. We made plans to meet up for a casual beer in a local pub and in the hours before I thought about cancelling at least three times. I composed text messages over and over, but each reason for cancelling seeming ridiculous and cheap, so I decided to go. I wanted to wear something that seemed like I wasn’t trying too hard, but I wanted him to be able to see the suggestion of my curves through my clothes. I settled on my best pair of jeans that hugged my body in all the right places and a white v-neck tee shirt that wasn’t low cut enough to seem too slutty but hinted at my nice tits. I wore my favourite matching bra and underwear in case the night lead somewhere exciting. I hoped it would if he looked anything like his photos.

My Uber pulled up outside the pub and I was a wreck. Nerves shot through my chest, making my palms clammy. I casually slipped them in my jacket pockets to try to disguise how jittery I was. When I walked into the pub, I spotted him immediately. He was sitting half facing me and half facing the back side of the bar, in a booth that seemed like it would be a bit of a tight squeeze. My nerves were given an edge by the fact that I was so instantly turned on. He looked better than his photos; I wasn’t prepared to feel myself getting wet so quickly. His hair was trimmed short and he had the right amount of scruff. His skin was dark and soft. He was wearing a white tee shirt and I stifled a giggle because we were matching. I could tell that he was fit, but not bulky. I’m not into that. He was trim and looked like he was active, but not a gym rat. I steeled myself and walked toward him, trying not to let my nerves betray the confident act I was putting on. I tried to keep my composure as I walked closer until I was right behind him and I reached out to lay my hand on his shoulder.

“Hey.” Holy fuck. His voice was deeper than I thought it would be.

“Hi, it’s good to finally meet you.” Fuck! My tone was so nonchalant! I seemed so unexcited to be meeting him and yet here I was, getting wetter by the second.

Luckily, he laughed. His laugh caused electricity to shoot through my stomach and down to my pussy, only intensifying my desire.

“You look even better in person,” he told me. All I did was giggle and slide into the booth next to him, letting my hand gently run down his arm as I sat down.

The tension between us was impossible to ignore. My nerves quickly melted away after my beer hit, highlighting even more how much I wanted him. One beer in and I’m already horny. He clearly felt the same way and he kept coming in close to speak in my ear, his breath tickling my neck and causing goosebumps to raise instantly. They traveled down my body, lighting me up, my nipples getting hard and straining against the stiff fabric of my bra. I was feeling brave and so I let my hand wander to his thigh, inching closer up as we moved toward each other in the booth.

“I think we should get out of here…” he said in my ear. I couldn’t have agreed more and I leapt at the opportunity to go home with him. He lived close enough to the pub to walk, so I pulled my jacket tightly around me and prepared to brave the cold. The night air felt good on my flushed face and I noticed him stealing looks at me on our walk to his place. My hair was cut just below my ears and I could see him looking at my smooth neck. I hoped that he knew what I was thinking.

We got to his place and he let us in. He lived on the second floor of a duplex, so he let me go first and I climbed the narrow stairs, my pussy throbbing with the thought of him watching my ass as I walked up. I’m sure that he wanted me to go first for a reason and my suspicions were confirmed when we reached the top and I felt his hand slide down to my ass as he guided me to the couch. He took my jacket and hung it up next to his, then asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. I was buzzed enough from the beer and my arousal that I kindly declined. All I wanted was to taste him.

“Your body has been driving me crazy all night,” he told me. “Your ass in those jeans is fucking incredible”. He came and sat next to me on the couch, close enough to make me throb even more. I was done playing this game.

I swung my leg over his lap and straddled him, grinding my pussy into his growing erection that I could feel straining against the denim of his jeans. My hand teased the waistband, slipping two fingers just underneath enough to feel his groomed pubic hair, running my fingers lightly along the top. His quick intake of breath betrayed his impassive face and his mouth found mine quickly. His lips were soft and warm and he parted them to let our tongues lightly touch.

We made out for a bit until he surprised me by slowly pulling my shirt off over my head, breaking our kiss to put his lips on the top of my collarbone, right in the dip where my neck meets my chest. I rolled my head back, allowing his mouth to wander further up my neck, and he kissed his way along my jawline, making his way back to my mouth. His hands found the clasp of my bra and he undid it quickly, letting my tits softly fall as he tossed my bra aside. I pulled his shirt up over his head as well and let my tits brush against his chest. My nipples were as hard as diamonds and I shivered when they rubbed against the soft hair on his chest. He pushed me back far enough to put his mouth on my right one and flicked his tongue out against it, causing me to let out a soft and involuntary moan. My nipples were sensitive and his mouth felt so delicious and warm.

I could feel how hard he was through his jeans. His cock was relentlessly grinding against my clit through our pants and I knew that I wouldn’t let this go on for much longer. I wanted him desperately. I pushed myself up off his lap and placed myself between his legs, my hands already working at his belt. My success in removing it was followed by a bit of an awkward fumble with his button, in which his deep laugh rumbled as he reached down to help me undo it. He lifted his hips for me as I slid his jeans down and hooked my fingers in his boxers to take them down too. His cock sprung out as I lifted the waistband over it and pulled his pants all the way down to his knees and then off entirely, throwing them to the side to lay with my discarded bra.

It was a spectacular cock. He was about 7 inches, uncircumcised and it was perfectly straight. My mouth quickly followed my eyes toward it and I licked slowly from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue around his head teasingly. He softly sighed as I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I knew I gave good head and I was looking forward to showing him just how good I was. My full lips closed around his cock as I slowly guided his cock through my mouth and into my throat. My gag reflex was nearly non-existent and I was thankful for it as he was pretty thick.

His cock went down my throat and I was all the way down to the base. I let my tongue flick out to lick his balls while his cock was deep in my throat. He pushed his hips slightly up, moaning quietly. I retracted his cock out of my throat and started pushing him in and out, slowly but enough that my spit was sliding down his balls by the third time I pulled up to the top. I grabbed his cock with my left hand and slid it up and down, swirling near the top when I touched his sensitive head, his foreskin retracted. He bucked slightly but didn’t pull away, and I knew how good he must be feeling right now. My pussy was throbbing even harder, my clit begging to be touched. My underwear was drenched and my jeans were still on. I pulled them off quickly because I didn’t want them to get damp.
I was still jerking him off as I licked around his balls and took my tongue to the sensitive space behind them, eliciting another soft moan. All of a sudden, he gently pushed me away from him.

“I don’t want to cum yet. I’m getting too close,” he said. I laughed in response, and pulled my underwear off.

He shocked me by picking me up by my waist and carrying me to his bedroom, my legs wrapped around his hips, kissing him as we stumbled toward the bed. He threw me back onto the bed and started kissing me, his fingers working their way over my nipples and down around my waist, to my pubic hair, and past until they found my clitoris. I couldn’t help but moan as he slid his finger up and down my slit, rubbing my clitoris with every pass. This was what I had been waiting for all night and I was already in ecstasy.

He kissed down my body, taking my nipple in his mouth as he passed by, kissing down my belly and finally he was at my pussy. His tongue was so fucking amazing. He licked up my vagina and then circled my clitoris, his mouth closing around it softly as his tongue went to work. His fingers entered my pussy and I moaned loudly as he hit my g-spot, moving them firmly and quickly against it while his tongue was working my clit. My pleasure was building and I was grinding against his mouth, the electricity spreading up through my belly and making my nipples even harder than they had been before. I had my first orgasm of the night; waves of pleasure rolled through my body, making my hips buck and rendering me breathless as I tried to keep my composure – it was impossible. My pussy tightened around his fingers and he kept going, easing up on my clit a little bit as I came. When I was spent from my orgasm, he didn’t let up. He grabbed my hips and spun me around, pulling my ass toward him and pushing my face down toward the bed. He slipped inside. Fuck. His cock was girthy and it was definitely a tight squeeze. He moaned that my pussy was so tight and warm and I felt another orgasm building as he thrust in and out, rubbing against my g-spot and my cervix. He asked if he could spank me, and I excitedly agreed. I love being hit. He spanked my ass, causing me to tighten and let out another moan. He sped up, sliding in and out of my pussy, his balls hitting my clit every time he thrust toward me. It was amazing and I then had my second orgasm of the night, my pussy tightening even more around his thick cock, and he moaned that he was going to cum too. He thrust a few more times in and out of my wet pussy and asked where he should cum.

“Cum in my mouth,” I sighed at him, coming down from my orgasm. I loved swallowing, tasting the cum as it spurted out of a nice cock, running warmly over my tongue.
I received no protests from him and he pulled out, flipped me around and I enveloped his cock with my wet mouth. I bobbed up and down, sliding him into my throat a few times, with one hand on his balls and his cock growing harder as he neared his orgasm. He groaned in pleasure, his balls tightened, and soon he was shooting into my mouth as I maintained a light suction on him, my other hand gently sliding over the spitty shaft of his cock. I teased the head for a bit, sensitive post-orgasm and he wiggled a bit until I pulled off of him and giggled.

When we were done, we laid in bed and cuddled for a bit, but I needed to go home that night so I would be close to university the next morning, so I kissed him goodbye, went and found my clothes, got dressed, and left. My Uber driver told me I looked like I’d had a good night; I couldn’t keep the smile off my face and I must have been so flushed. When I cum, my face and chest get pretty pink. It was a good night. I shot him a text “I had a great time tonight, fucking you sated me for now but I’m warning you that I have a high sex drive ;)”. He texted back “I’ll fuck you harder next time.”

I seriously hoped we would do it again very soon.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7vsg36/the_first_meeting