He didn’t want to get married, but his parents, in a typical Asian fashion were forcing him to. The neighbour’s son’s wife had even gotten pregnant, and he didn’t even have a profile on a wedding website. The idea itself was repulsive, but his mother had fixed a blind date with some daughter of one of her old friends. He thought, he would just go, engage into small talk for five minutes and tell her that he wasn’t interested and that she make an excuse of not liking him. They were going to meet in a coffee shop near his office after work.
He was walking to the shop, rather grumpily. He hadn’t even bothered to ask her the colour of her clothes to be able to identify her in the coffee shop, not to mention that he had already assumed that he could recognise her from the loud colour of her clothes and overly made up face, quintessential of the daughters of his Mom’s friends’ daughters or frankly, even their mothers. He had asked Mom for a photograph, but thought of her navigating the vast waters of social media, to get him that photograph made him realise the futility of the enterprise. He had hoped secretly that he wouldn’t find her and run out and not have to even deal with the small talk. He reached the shop, which was surprisingly deserted for the time of the evening. She was sitting in a white full sleeves formal dress that ended just before her knees. She was intently looking at her laptop typing away furiously, her brows furrowed. She seemed a little irritated. His face softened a bit and he walked up to her and said ‘Hi!”.
She looked up from her screen and said ‘Hey!’. He asked is he could sit down and she allowed him in one swift elegant movement of her arm, her palm pointing to the empty chair opposite to her. ‘You are nothing like I had thought you would be, at least from the description Mom gave’, he said with a slight bewilderment. To her, he seemed like a decent guy, his muscles were not bursting out of his shirt, but she knew that there were some hard abs under those buttons, ‘I hope I am better than the description’. While both of them waited for more words to come out of his mouth, and after what seemed like an eternity, he started to frame a word and his phone rang with a tone that vaguely reminded her of a childhood show she loved watching. She laughed. He said, ‘it looks like you are calling me’, smiling smugly. She looked at her phone and apologised, ‘Oh sorry, must have been a pocket dial. Also I have this rule, I keep my phone away in such settings, they are such a distraction.’ He readily held up his phone in his palm.
He kept looking at her like a boy who had just won a ticket to the chocolate factory. She asked, ‘Not wanting to make this a job interview, but tell me something about yourself’. He woke up from the trance and answered her with the general details about his life, his work, his hobbies, realising that he had answered it as if he was answering a question in an interview. Then she asked, ‘From your mother’s description, what did you actually gather about me that turned out to be so different’. He answered that question, as dutifully as the first one.
‘Um, so what do you think about premarital sex and does virginity matter to you?’, she asked. He was a little taken aback by the question, simply because he had never thought about it. She immediately said, ‘this does not seem like a setting to doing this, you wanna get a beer or something? I know this place right around the corner’. ‘Sure’, he answered. They got up, she collected her stuff, her pen fell off the table and she bent to pick it. He got a look at her bra. It was white and lacy. She picked up her pen and got up to him looking at her.
She opened the door for him and they got out. She had just this thing about her. He couldn’t pin it. She walked with such a swagger, walking just two steps ahead of him, not slowing down or stopping to let him catch up with her. He probably was walking deliberately a little slower, to look at her from behind. He kept looking at her ass, he wanted to grab it so badly, that he tripped over a step in the sidewalk. She heard the thud and turned and looked at him on the floor. She gave a look as if asking what happened. He pointed to the step and she giggled. She gave a hand and he held it to get up, almost yanking her in the process, her breasts brushing his chest. He could make out that they were huge, but dainty.
The bar was actually nearby. They ordered a beer each and started sipping and she asked again, ‘So do you think virginity matters?’ He started thinking again, but couldn’t concentrate. There was a strand of hair on her face that he wanted to move it. His hand instinctively did it. She moved back and held his hand. ‘I am sorry, I am so sorry, I don’t know why I did that’, he started apologising. ‘It is okay, I was going to move it anyway’, all this while not letting go of his hand. She took the hand and kept it on her waist, while looking into his eyes. He couldn’t believe it as she kept her beer on the table and came in for a kiss, her hands on his chest. She slowly took one hand to his crotch and started rubbing it in a rhythmic fashion. The other hand was in his hair, clutching some of it. This is not how he had planned this would go.
‘I can already feel you getting hard, you seem to be a big one’, she said, ‘meet me in the washroom’. She left and he followed her like a lapdog after a few minutes. It was a common washroom for both men and women, which he felt was weird because not a lot of places do that, but didn’t pay much attention to it. He knocked and went in. There she was, waiting like a hungry tigress.
She pounced on him kissing his mouth roughly, her right leg going behind his back. His hands grabbing that ass like they wanted to for a long time, her tits pressing into his chest. She ordered him to pull his pants down, he did so willingly, his pants now near his feet. She looked into his eyes and made a fist around his penis. moving it up and down, slowly, pressing ever so slightly. She could see he wanted more. She went down on her knees and took just the tip in her mouth, playing with it for a while. he could still see that upper lace detail of her bra, and she knew that. She then sucked his balls and in one flick of her tongue licked the entire length of his penis, while continuously rubbing the dick with her hand. He let out a whimper, since he was unable to make any other sound. She tugged his dick roughly, his eyes opened wide. She smiled evilly and took his dick in her mouth, deep into her throat and sucked it for what seemed like hours, maintaining eye contact. Her saliva was dripping all over his dick, some even fell on the pants. He could feel his knees go weak, not supporting him to be able to stand. She bit the tip of his tongue as if to wake him up. She grabbed his hips and started pushing in her throat, he picked up the hint and started fucking her mouth. His knees finally gave in and he fell in a heap on that washroom floor.
She got up, he looked at her with an expression that conveyed his tiredness. She asked him to pull her dress up and pull her underwear down, ‘yes, it matches my bra’, she said preemptively. She ordered him to suck her. She let a moan escape her mouth. ‘Harder’ she shouted. He grabbed her hips immediately and started sucking and putting his tongue in, kissing the folds of her vagina in between. She kept slowly pulling her dress over her head, while he sucked her. A few minutes later, she had nothing on but her white lace bra. ”You wanted to look at it for a long time, didn’t you?’ She pulled him up by a clump of his hair and said ‘Fuck me’. She turned his back to him and she took his one hand to her tits, his other hand straddling his cock. The second he put it in, she moaned loudly, he was sure people outside the washroom must have heard it. She was so wet and tight. He couldn’t bring himself to just tease her with the tip, he wanted to go as deep as possible. She twisted a hand back to grab his neck, her teeth biting her lower lip. He wanted to fuck her brains out. He kept thrusting and squeezing her tits. He wanted to rip that delicate bra off her, tearing the lace itself. He finally pushes one hand between her tits under her bra and clinches the nipple, her back arches and the grip on his neck tightens. He was still thrusting, while she turns to him looking at him longingly. They kept looking at each other when they came, almost together, both moaning loudly.
She gathered her clothes, got dressed and told him to wait a few minutes after her to come out. She got out the door. He went after a few minutes to their table. There was some money on the table and his phone. He checked it and was going to call her when he realised that she had called her some 15 times now, so had his mom. He called her and called for the bill. She picked up the phone and said, ‘I have been trying to reach you for so long, this is really rude! When you decide to meet someone, at least you could have let me know that you wouldn’t be able to make it! I waited for 45 minutes!” and hung up phone. The bill came and he realised that the money on the table was exactly half the amount.
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