[M]y [F]irst date with the girl from the bar.

Emma and me had been flirting for a while. Working behind the bar it was kind of in her job description but I could sense there was something more. Her friend Amy, who I had a history with too, had confirmed this to me. ‘She likes you, ask her and she’ll say yes’ was her advice. So it came to pass not long after that me and Emma spent a great evening together at a different pub, drinking, chatting, getting to know each other a little more deeply.

It went well and at closing time we were walking back past a furniture store. Almost time for us to part ways so we leaned in for a hug that turned into a kiss that turned into our hands roaming all over each other. We looked around breathlessly and rounded a corner away from the road.

‘I’m not fucking, not on the first date’ said Emma, her hands under my shirt, grabbing at my chest hair.

‘OK. Just tell me when to stop’ I replied as my hands moved from her hips to snake inside the back of her jeans. She undid the front button and with room to manoeuvre I felt her cold, bare ass cheeks and the thong running up between them. I’d admired her curvy ass, round hips and deep dark cleavage many times as she’d served me drinks. Now I was touching and caressing them and she was responding with soft moans and breathy sighs.

She kissed me hard and wet, her tounge electric against mine. I pushed her against the wall, one hand crushed into her ass, and brought the other up to her chest. Cupping, kneading, squeezing her breast I told her I wanted to see her tits. She looked around, a quick glance and a lip bite, then reached up behind her back and loosened her bra. Her tits dropped out as she lifted her top and I stood for a moment to admire what I’d imagined many times. Dark pink nipples, hardening in the cool night air, they were at least an E cup, maybe more. I’ve always been a breast man and I couldn’t help take a moment to admire them. Emma smiled shyly and gave me a questioning look, I hesitated no longer and took a nipple into my mouth as a hand worked it’s way into the front of her jeans.

I sucked firmly and she gasped, then went moew gently on her other nipple as my fingers found their way over a hairy mound and into a warm, wet opening. I felt nice big labia between my fingertips and her hard clit responded to my touch. I brought my head up to kiss her mouth as I rubbed along her slit, playing with her lips and feeling her grind against me. I matched her rhythm and she moaned into my ear for me to go faster. She came hard and quickly, her orgasm flooding over her when I pushed two fingers into her slippery hole.

I let her lay back against the wall, my hand still between her legs as her breathing returned close to normal. Not a word was spoken but she got to her knees and I unzipped. My cock was straining at my jeans anyway and it sprang free to point at her face. She took it hungrily into her mouth and worked my shaft with her hands. I had always thought she was a girl who loved cock and I was very happy to be right. An expert blowjob, soft lips, no teeth and just the right amount of wetness. Honestly, later on after we fucked, I could barely tell the difference between her mouth and her pussy. Expert technique.

It wasn’t long til I felt myself approaching the point. I tapped her head, warned her I was going to cum and she kept on sucking me. I unloaded into her mouth and she gulped down my semen, not stopping swallowing til I staggered back exhausted.

‘Definitely no fucking then?’ I said to her.

‘Next time’ she smiled at me. One last flash of her tits and she kissed me on the cheek and skipped off up the road towards home.

There was a next time.

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