[M]y date with a [F] I met off of an online dating service.

When I was 23 in 2000 I was on an online dating site. It was profile based, and after looking at various profiles, I would typically be the one to contact the woman and ask her out on a date. Here and there, the woman would contact me after reading my profile. When this happened I always made a point of meeting them regardless of if they had a picture (or an unattractive one). I’m not trying to sound like a white knight, but I hated when I’d contact someone I was interested in and they would not respond. So when a woman had the drive to contact me, I could never just ignore her.

Laura was one such woman who contacted me. She did have a photo, and I have to admit, from the picture she looked somewhat plain. But I put that aside and quickly suggested we go out to dinner once we got on the phone. Laura was a college student at Northwestern in Evanston, IL. I took her to a local tapas restaurant. She had blond hair, but it was a strange hairstyle. Somewhat ‘alternative,’ because it was chin length on the sides but shaved or closely shorn on the back. She wore an oversized fisherman’s cable sweater and jeans. I guess you could say she ‘dressed down’ for our date, but I didn’t want to focus on the superficial. Even though the sweater was oversized, I could also tell that she had put on a good deal of weight since the photo that was on her profile was taken. Still, that didn’t much matter. I had been with plenty of chubby (if not fat) girls up to this point, and it never detracted from the experience – when I was lucky enough to get ‘sum.

I’m glad I didn’t focus on the differences btw her photo and reality because Laura was a fun-loving, intelligent gal. We had a nice time at dinner and she suggested we go to an ice cream/dessert shop on the ground floor of her apartment building afterwards. Dessert was pleasant too, and, as luck would have it, Laura invited me up to her apartment afterwards.

While not a dorm, Laura lived in a very communal apartment building with other Northwestern students as neighbors. As such, her door was ajar and friends kept stopping by. There did not seem to be any good time to make a move. Meanwhile, my penis had been erect since she first invited me up there, and I was itching to hook up. Finally, it got late enough that it was quiet in the hallway and no one had knocked or just entered in a good 15 minutes. I leaned over and kissed her, and she kissed back enthusiastically.

I remarked that we should probably lock the door to which she agreed. Shortly thereafter she excused herself – I thought to use the bathroom. She came back fully nude. This was a first for me. If anything I’m usually further ahead of the women in terms of undressing, so I said, “Wow! Let me catch up.” I quickly disrobed and now we were both naked on her bed. Laura had slightly saggy breasts but with pretty pink nipples. She had wide round hips, a soft but attractive belly, and a full bush of blond pubic hair. I remember really liking her pubic hair because it was particularly long and straggly.

As soon as I got undressed, I laid down on my back and – practically reading my mind – Laura sat on my face. Mind you, we went from kissing to full nudity with my tongue in her pussy with no stops in between. I fucking loved it! Laura’s pussy lips were dark pink. She had a healthy amount of grool down there and while her vagina did smell a little, it was just the right amount of stink to turn me on. So I’m licking her clit, tongue fucking her and even kissing her straggly pubic hair. Eventually, Laura lies down on her back. I’m still eating her out, but her right leg is straddled over my torso. I had found that while going down on a girl in this position, with my penis is directly next to her right hand, invariably the woman starts giving me a hand job with her right hand. Laura was no exception. Now the other thing I observed over the years is that there are two kinds of hand jobs I might receive in this way: 1.) a steady, forceful jerk-off clearly intended to make me cum that way; and 2.) a more cavalier approach more in line with keeping me at a ‘slow boil’ with an eye toward my cumming in some other way (i.e., oral sex or intercourse). Laura’s hand job was of the latter variety.

However, even though she may have been doing the ‘slow boil,’ technique I was so turned on by her pussy and chubby figure that even her lazy strokes on my erection felt awesome from the first tug. Maybe two minutes after she started, I felt she was going to get me past the point of no return. I wasn’t there quite yet, so I chose my words carefully and uttered, “Mmmmm, Laura, I feel like I may be about ready to cum.” I think she must have thought I was embarrassed what with my conditional cum announcement because she very sweetly replied, “Oh, that’s okay, go ahead and let it out.” If there was any doubt before that point, once I heard that I orgasmed, slightly turned my body and sprayed Laura’s abdomen and bedsheets with several ropes of semen. I continued eating her out even after I came, and I thank she had at least one orgasm herself. Eventually, she started playing with my penis again once it was hard again. Again, a cavalier hand job, but enough to get the old balls rumbling. After maybe seven minutes of this I felt the stirrings of a second orgasm coming on so I said, “I think you’re going to make me cum again.” Laura once again sweetly replied, this time saying, “Good. I want you to cum again.”

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