Stephanie and I matched on a dating site. She had a very bare profile with a slightly blurring picture. Women with profiles like this usually have something to hide from their “real life” and may be looking for an adventure that’s out of the ordinary.
We exchanged a few messages and decided to meet for a drink that night. I chose a bar near me, expecting that if she bails, I’d at least be able to enjoy a cocktail that I like.
An hour before our date, she texted saying she is going to be late. In my mind, I thought she was going to cancel. So I took my time getting to the bar. But to my surprise, she said she was there before I arrived. Normally I like to be there first, so I can find a good intimate spot for us where we can feel private (in case I start getting handsy).
She was sitting at the bar with a drink in hand. At this point, I don’t really know what she looks like. I actually walked past her before realizing she was my date. She was wearing a fitting black shirt and black jeans that hugged her slim figure. She was stunning. Stephanie was about 5’5” with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was slim probably around 110lbs. She looked sexy and classy.
She smiled at me when she saw me and we exchanged pleasantries. There was a lot of flirting and touching going on and we were into the date. We started talking about what we were looking for and I was honest about how I’m casually dating at the time and wasn’t expecting anything serious. She told me she just got out of a long term relationship and just back on the dating scene and looking for something casual.
I asked her about her dating experience so far (it wasn’t great) and the conversation quickly turned into sex. Being quite bold, I asked her what she likes, and if she had any fantasies she wanted to try now that she is single. She played coy and just said that she was open. I took it as a challenge to see how far I could push things tonight.
After another drink, she excused herself to the restroom. After a few moment, I decided to join her. I was outside the unisex bathroom when she walked out. I just looked at her, took her hand, and led her back into the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and kissed her. We started making out passionately. Her back against the wall, my hands roaming all over her body. I slipped my hand inside her tight black shirt and under her bra. Feeling her perky tits for the first time. Her nipples were hard. I undid her pants and turned her around with her arms over the sink. We looked at each other through the mirror as I took my pants off.
As she pull her pants down, she pulled out a condom from her jean pocket. This girl was prepared and she knew sex was going to happen. I put on the condom and slid inside her already wet pussy. Our first time was in a bathroom at a cocktail bar. We fucked for a bit. It was hot watching ourselves in the mirror. Neither of us came because it was a busy bar and we were in there for too long already.
We returned to the bar and decided to leave and to get another drink else where. At the second bar, we did the same, order a drink, went to the bathroom and fucked again. By the point we were a bit tipsy and I suggest we go back to my place.
Once the front door was closed, we just got naked. She was beautiful. Slim, toned, soft, perky. She got on her knees and took my dick in her mouth. I love it when a beautiful women look up at me with her bright eyes and a mouthful of my cock. We went to the bedroom and just started to fuck. Many condoms were used. She rode me, I fucked her from behind, and I finished missionary style.
You would think that this is the end of the night and we’d go to sleep or she’d leave. Instead we kept talking about fantasies. And how turned on we were fucking in public. That’s when I suggest that we go to a sex club, because we were both a bit of an exhibitionist. She agreed and we called a car.
I had only been to a sex club once before and only knew of one that we could get in. We arrived. It was couples night. We paid our entrance fee and go in. The rest of the night was surreal. The place was packed with swingers and it feels like we were at a bdsm rave. The place was BOYB, so we convinced some folks to share a drink with us. We went to the play area and just started to watch.
I want to tell you that we had a crazy orgy, but we didn’t. It actually wasn’t that sexy. People were too aggressive, especially with her. She blew me a little and we found a private room where we played for a bit. A black married couple walked past and I invited them into the room. When we told them it was our first date. They didn’t believe us. I fooled around in front of them and that was it.
It was getting late and we went back to myself. At this point we were tired, but wired from the whole experience. She got naked and on top of me on the couch and we fucked again before going to bed.
The next morning, we woke up naked and had sex again. This time. It was slower and more gentle. We recount the nights event over coffee and she thanked me for a wonderful date. Things are a little more real when we started sharing details about our lives. Our jobs, family, and whatnot. She had some work to take care of and left late morning back to her apartment.
We stayed in touch for a bit over text. She admitted to me that it was fun and I got her out of her comfort zone. But if she kept seeing me, she would get attached and she didn’t think I was in the same space. And she was right. Under different circumstances, I would date her seriously. But timing was off and we never saw each other again.
I still think about her from time to time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ix5fg4/the_time_i_took_a_first_date_to_a_swing_club_mf
You should try to keep in touch with her even if it’s just over text