It had started so innocently, me shyly asking him if he could help me with some weights some dumbass hadn’t put away properly. I picked him because he looked like he could lift more than I weigh, and as it turned out I wasn’t wrong. He offered to spot me and left with a wink when my trainer finally showed up, and I couldn’t get his boyish smile and blue eyes out of my mind, so I paid for his latte the next day at the cafeteria. He came over and we had an awkward conversation about how I’d seen him before when my friend and I were eating lunch on the mezzanine and had been ogling at the sweaty lifters below. He left with another wink and a chuckle, thanking me for the latte, and I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at his chiseled ass as he left.
A week later, I found out from a friend that he’d been asking about me, whether or not I had a partner and if I’d be into a guy like him. My friend, who had just been listening to me gush about this gorgeous hunk of a man, assured him that he wouldn’t be turned down. So he bought me a drink after spotting me at the club the next night, and I didn’t turn him down. As they flicked on the ugly lights and told us all to go home, he asked for my number and told me he’d take me out on a proper date.
That was a month ago. We’d been on that date, and several more. He’d monopolized my attention at his birthday party when there were other way hotter girls in attendance. He’d put his hand on my thigh under the table at a trivia event at the pub (we lost, badly). But every time I invited him up for a drink, he had politely declined, even after that steamy makeout session in the car when he dropped me off. I was almost wondering if all this waiting was worth the effort.
But tonight he was not going to turn me down. I could feel it. We were at a friend’s party. I had been invited and he was my guest, and I could tell by the closeness of his dancing with me, by the way he slid his hand up my thigh, by the way his eyes followed my ass when I went to get us a drink, by the way his eyes sparkled when they met mine, that tonight was my night. As the night wound down, we were dancing close, and he leaned down and kissed me, then slid his mouth across to my ear and whispered those magical words. “Let’s get out of here.” Our eyes locked, I blushed, then told him to finish his drink while I said my goodbyes.
He was holding my hand now on the walk across the bar parking lot. We were both a bit unsteady on our feet, but confident in our intoxication. I pointed out that my apartment was not too far, and we headed that way. I led him up the three flights of stairs, hoping my jeans were doing justice to my backside, and he followed me into my suite. His was the first move, leaning in for a passionate kiss as I poured us each another drink. He was much bigger than me, and he had to bend down quite far to reach me, so he grabbed my ass and hoisted me up onto the counter, where I could wrap my arms around his thick neck and my legs around his waist.
Taking a chance, I started unbuttoning his shirt and pulling out of his jeans. He slid his hands up my shirt to find I wasn’t wearing a bra, and cupped my breasts while he kissed my neck. I slid his shirt off and move my hands down to his belt buckle. He got my shirt off and was now kissing my breasts and nibbling my nipples, his hands unzipping my fly and scootching under my ass to cop a feel and yank my jeans off. His pants fell to the floor and the only thing between his hard cock and my wet pussy was our underwear.
He continued kissing down my stomach and slowly peeled my bikini panties down. I leaned back and propped my feet on his muscular shoulders as his tongue explored my slit and the inside of my thighs. He slid a finger inside me while his thumb massaged my clit and I sighed with pleasure as he came up to kiss me deeply again. My hand slipped into his briefs and I stroked his smooth cock, feeling the precum beading at the end. He pulled down his briefs and grabbed my ass, pulling me almost off the edge of the counter, and with an accuracy that was pleasantly surprising, slid his cock all the way to the hilt into my dripping pussy. I gasped at the girth and length of it, filling me up completely. I arched back and moaned as he pumped in and out with a delicious urgency that made my skin shiver.
Still holding my ass, he hoisted me off the counter and suspended me in the air. I wrapped myself around him as he continued to bounce me up and down on his cock. He made for the couch and laid me down, kissing me as his weight pressed on me. He pulled out of my pussy and got to his feet, cock in hand, leaving me on the couch, breathless. But not for long. He put a hand on the back of my head, closing his fist into my hair, and guided his cock into my mouth. I tasted my own pussy on his shaft as he slid it smoothly in and out of my mouth. He held my head with both hands and tried to get himself down my throat, which I did my best to accommodate. He cooed about what a good girl I was, and the compliment unexpectedly made my juices flow. He fondled my breasts then hooked his fingers into my pussy as he throat fucked me.
Finally, he pulled out of my mouth. I rolled upright myself and invited him to take a seat. He smirked, seeing right through me, and obliged. I straddles his lap and slid down as far as I could on his pole, moaning at the feel of him filling me up. I grinded his lap while he sucked and nibbled my breasts and his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. He managed to slip a finger into my asshole, stretching it just enough to put me over the edge. My dam broke and wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. In the final throws I pushed my pussy all the way down around his cock just in time to feel him spasm and his warm cum fill up my hole.
We sat like that, panting and sweating, and he with his finger still in my ass until his cock started to soften. I slid off him and we sat side by side on the couch, cooling off, as his cum ran down my leg. He made some cheeky comment about getting the drink I had promised himself and got up. Maybe I’ll keep this one, after all, I thought, watching his naked body disappear into the kitchen.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w11fsy/our_first_time_m20sf20sromanticfpov
I loved how explicit the last scene was, I think the anal play gave it an excellent final touch.