I’ll keep the back story short; matched with C on tinder, talked for days before he revealed he and his girlfriend were in an open relationship and the strong woman within me told him I was disappointed and sick of coming second best. The curiosity in me led to discussions about this lifestyle and he revealed he was new to it all. We continued talking and he managed to talk me round to a date. We exchanged videos and pics on a regular basis and I loved the thought of him touching himself thinking about me in the bed covers bought by his girlfriend. It became a little bit of a thrill even though I knew she was aware. He loved my breasts most (as do most guys when you have an F cup) and he was a man who appreciated all the natural curves of a woman too thankfully!
We agreed to meet in my city for drinks after work one Friday. I was sure to wear a sexy little number that shows off a decent amount of cleavage whilst still being classy. I had gone from hating this guy to wanting him more than anyone before. We got along very well, he was giving me some intense eye contact and I couldn’t help but blush and enjoy the attention. Things were getting more flirty and physical as he stroked my leg under the table and i felt a rush through my whole body. I felt that with him I didn’t have to be the innocent, educated girl everyone knew me as, he knew I had more sexual intentions than I let on. I excused myself and went to the bathroom where i unzipped the jumpsuit (that takes effort!) to reveal my red plunge bra. I took a photo and sent it to him captioning it *”in case you wanted a better view”*. When i returned to the table C grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss that took my breath away, he said he couldn’t help it after seeing that teaser. I was the first person he kissed since being in a relationship and I hoped he was enjoying every minute.
We were all over each other until closing time when we found a karaoke bar which i knew had seating areas that were always deserted. I led him through to a booth and we kissed some more, i let my hands wander over his tight jeans where i could feel his bulge start to harden trying to break free. He gave me such a rush and I cursed myself for telling him we would be going home separately. I was trapped on the inside of the booth and so I straddled him in order to get out. He held me there on top of him and we kissed some more as I grinned knowing my next move. Time for another photo tease. My pants were red silk and they were very visibly **SOAKING** with my excitement. I sent him the image and he was in shock when I returned. He kissed me some more but this time slid his hand up the leg of my playsuit, edging ever closer to my hot spot. I was wearing tights so the sensation wasn’t as strong as i wished and I told him i wish i’d not put them on. The next thing his strong fingers had ripped the crotch area of my tights and his hand gently slid my pants to the side and was using my juices to slide his fingers in and out as i gasped and dug my nails into his arms. The thrill of being seen by passers by as well as him being taken was enough to make me cum all over his fingers. He pulled them out and had me taste myself before kissing me and holding me in a very content embrace.
Unfortunately they chose to end their openness after this experience and we never even got the sex but every time I walk by that karaoke bar it gives me a little rush and a memory of me and C in the back booth! I do wish he had booked a hotel though…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ehbwa5/breaking_my_first_date_rules_being_a_tease_with
I think his gf realised she would lose him to you. He probably mentioned how great you were one too many times at home!