Hey there! I’m Rob – I’m 27 years old, 6-0, athletically built, and I’ve got curly dirty blonde hair with bright blue eyes. And I do so enjoy seeing women in lingerie. I think that’s one of the most intoxicating parts about meeting women, frankly. Getting to know a girl, seeing what she’s like on a surface level, before slowly peeling back those layers before you’re tumbling into bed, and you get to see what’s on under her clothes – lacy or not, present or nothing.
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Let’s go back a couple of years – springtime, 2019. As winter exited from our lives, I found myself using bumble quite a bit more. I’m not one to spend all day on dating apps, I admit. However, I always found that they’re significantly more fun during the warmer months. Whenever I meet up with a girl from a dating app, I try and make that initial meeting point someplace public. Coffee shops, diners, etc. It makes both of us more comfortable, and gives us flexibility in case we’d like to go somewhere else, or do something different.
So, with that in mind, when I matched with Anise – a girl I can only describe as a blonde bombshell (although she wasn’t a real blonde, if it matters) – I suggested we meet at a nearby mall. This mall has a large and well-designed outdoor seating area (and provides fantastic tea) so when the weather got warmer, I suppose it became one of my go-to haunts.
Despite this, pretty Anise met up with me and teased me for suggesting we have our first date at a mall.
“How lame.” she joked. “It isn’t 1994, people don’t just hang out at malls like this anymore.” she finished, her pretty eyes dancing with mischief. I was finding myself utterly intrigued by this sassy girl.
“Well, you and I are, aren’t we?” I shot back. This earned an eyebrow arch and a shrug from the cute blonde. She wore a jet black blouse and tight fitting jeans, as I recall. Anise seemed to have a habit of making anything look elegant. I myself wore a light blue sweater, and black straight-cut dress pants.
Despite her teases, we sat and talked there for hours before saying our goodbyes. It wasn’t long before we arranged another date – we met for drinks the next week, and we ended up back at my place, where she spent the night after an absolutely immaculate fuck. She insisted on more and more dick from me, and while I was more than happy to oblige, she had me sweating and shaking in recovery from an absolutely mind blowing orgasm.
That night, she’d worn a tight and lacy black thong that I commented on the next morning when she crawled out of bed, clad in only those panties and one of my t shirts. The morning light spilled in through the window over my still-nude form while I, admittedly, was staring at her ass.
I ran a hand through my curly hair and sleepily said “you wear that well.”
“Can’t have panty lines, can you?” she said offhandedly as she looked for her clothes.
“I bet you look pretty incredible in lingerie, Anise.” I continued.
“Perhaps if I found a set I liked.” she said, offhand again, picking up and inspecting the state of her sweater from the previous night.
“Bet I could find one. My treat. Can we make it a date?” I asked, sliding out of bed myself and carrying my body across the room to stand in front of her.
She straightened, and looked up at me, an eyebrow raised. “You’re going to buy me lingerie?” she asked, seemingly surprised.
My response was a smirk.
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I quite enjoy buying lingerie for my amorous encounters. I have the money, and there’s just something absolutely exquisite about seeing a girl wear something that makes her feel truly, incredibly, sexy. The confidence that exudes from her is, in my opinion, utterly intoxicating. I suppose seeing that side of women is one of my addictions, you could say. So yeah, on occasion I’ve purchased sexy pieces for girls – before and after Anise – to wear.
We arranged to meet at that very mall that was the site of our first date (ha ha) and walked into a Victoria’s Secret. She teased me for looking, apparently, like a total creep “hanging out” in a women’s underwear outlet. I suppose it’s lucky that I tend not to get embarrassed.
“And you’re the one who fucked the creep. What’s that make you?” I replied with my wryest of smiles.
“*Fun*” she quipped back.
I couldn’t argue with that.
We decided on a lacy, near-sheer, black set that had a v-necklined bralette and high waisted thong, complete with stockings and a garter set. It wasn’t cheap, but as I’m sure you can perhaps imagine, the mental image of Anise in garment made the numbers on the register look a little fuzzy. Happens to the best of us.
That night, we were in the living room at my place trying a new bottle of wine when she picked up the shopping bag and went into my bedroom to put the lingerie on. I smiled widely – I didn’t even encourage her to do that, she’d just been excited at the prospect of showing off for me a bit. I certainly wasn’t going to stand in her way.
Her incredible legs carried her beautiful form back into the living room, this time clad in that sheer, black lingerie that made her look like some sort of sex goddess from a 1990’s cult classic. A bulge began to immediately grow in my khaki tan pants when she walked oh-so-confidently toward me, pulling me out of my chair and into her arms. We did an amateur, slow, dance. I pressed myself up against her lace-clad body, my hands roaming the soft skin of her back with hungry fingers as I took in her intoxicating scent. We capped the dance with a ginger kiss that turned into so much more.
I couldn’t help but pick her up and drop her onto my couch, throwing her stockinged legs over my shoulders as I licked and nipped at her inner thighs. Labored moans began to escape her gorgeous red lips. I reached up and grabbed eager handfuls of her milky white tits, my veined hands straining and squeezing them through the black bralette.
Outright groans came when I pulled the thong down her leg and began administering hungry licks to her bare pussy. I moaned myself, into her, as I gave her wide licks and expert suckling on her clit, my own bright eyes locking with hers from between her fantastic legs.
After a while, I was so hard I was ready to burst. I frantically stood up after she had moaned “fuck me” for about the 15th time, and she dutifully sank to her knees to catch my prick when it was released from it’s confines. I groaned deeply as she gave long, expert, licks to my rock hard shaft. That only lasted for about a minute before I shoved her back onto the couch, and climbed on top of her.
I sank my cock into her impossibly wet pussy, and couldn’t help but moan her name while I worked myself up to a strong pace. The sounds of us fucking filled my living room – the colliding of our bodies, my guttural grunts and her exquisite whimpers and moans. Her hands roamed my back, exploring the crevices made by my muscles that flexed and strained on every one of my wanton thrusts.
“Ugh, fuck. Fuck, Anise, fuck.” I said in breathy moans as I took her, harder and faster. “God, you feel so fucking good. *So* fucking good.” I pressed my chest against her bralette-clad breasts and hooked my arms under her, gripping onto her shoulders so I could pull her down to meet my thrusts.
It wasn’t long after that, that Anise was writhing and cumming on my cock through long and fierce thrusts. And it wasn’t long after *that*, that I could resist no longer, and I pulled out and feverishly pumped my cock as long ropes of my cum splattered over her body. She cooed and smirked in seductive joy as the cum shot up her pretty stomach, over and between her breasts.
“You wear that well, too.” I joked.
We cleaned up, took a shower, and went to bed.
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Anise and I hung out a few more times in the subsequent months – I even bought her another set of lingerie. Much to my chagrin, however, I didn’t get to see it on her (in person) – she moved a non-negligible distance away from me just a few months after we met. Hopefully I’ll see her again someday – we still talk on occasion, and if we find ourselves in the same city once more, well…perhaps she’ll show off for me again.
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