First Date

There it is again, that single notification that makes my body respond immediately. The single notification that I await and anticipate daily. That text from “him”. It started out simple enough, the typical online dating app, before the exchange of numbers. It didn’t bother me that he was 12 years older than me. In fact, I enjoy it.

He always knows exactly what to say to me, exactly what drives me wild. Yet, at the same time he is also one of the most caring men I have ever met. I can tell that he wants a family someday. A woman that he can call his own. If only he would see me in that light – perhaps it is our age?

My heart begins racing even more than normal upon reading his message. He wants me to meet him, but in his office?! We’ve only been talking for a few weeks, and this is the first night we are supposed to go on a proper date. It’s kind of strange that he wants me to meet him at his place of work, but I suppose he trusts me? He says it would make more sense, since his car is there any way and I have classes. The mysterious part is that I don’t even know what this man looks like. For all I know he could be some sort of serial killer, but I guess that’s part of the thrill these days. At least we are meeting in public.

I follow his directions to his office and I suddenly become very nervous. This is way too close to one of my courses – there’s the potential for him to be one of my professors. There’s no way, though. The probability of meeting one of them online is almost impossible. Not to mention the risk on his part. However, when I realize what floor I am being sent to, my heart rate increases further. My intuition is confirmed when I stop outside the office he described. Sure enough – I’ve been here before last year. This is my professor.

I step inside and his eyes light up instantly. I can tell he takes care of himself by the way he dresses. Business casual, but I can see the dinner jacket slung over the chair.

“You made it.” he says with a grin. A grin that speaks volumes. I can practically feel his desire through those few words alone. I suddenly feel very young, very vulnerable and very dumb.

“Uh.. Haha… yeah. I may have been here before.” I blurt out awkwardly. His desire turns to confusion, but only takes him a few seconds to understand the implications.

“What course of mine have you taken?” he says – almost deadpan.

“Econ 102” I reply. Not sure how to handle myself in this situation.

“Does that fact bother you?” he asks – almost matter-of-factly. He stands up slightly as he says it and for the first time I forget how tall he is. He towers over my five foot frame.

“Not really, but what will people think?” I ask timidly.

“Like I care what people think” he says as he takes his jacket in his arms. “Let’s get out of here. We have a date I promised you.” As we step out of his office, he fishes out his keys and begins locking the door.

“Hey, Jason! Where are you going so early?” I hear from down the hall. It’s another man – presumably a colleague. I have no idea what to do in this situation and I stand there like small prey.

“Oh, this is Alison – one of my graduate students. We are just going for dinner to discuss her project.” he quickly replies. Almost naturally.

“Oh… I see. Well, have fun!” the man says, as he continues down the hall.

“Why did you lie to him?” I ask – surprised at the tone in my voice.

“Would you rather I tell him I’m about to fuck you?” he says, while staring right at me. I feel the words pierce right through me. Suddenly, remembering all the heated conversations we have had. How he regularly tells me he has been stroking and edging himself in anticipation of tonight. We agreed on dinner, but we both know that we have wanted to rip each other’s clothes off since we first started talking. However, his brashness has suddenly made me feel both vulnerable and excited for the first time.

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Dinner was amazing. I learned so much about him. His dreams, his ambitions. Most importantly, though. He told me about him. What he wants in life. How he has everything he needs, except a family. It was those words that caught me off guard the most. I believe it was the vulnerability that he expressed for the first time. Up until this point, all his words had been calculated and dominating. He was an impenetrable wall of emotion that I could never cross. I thought this was all simply carnal and primal. It was nice, in a way, to feel like he could trust me that much.

Yet, his words were juxtaposed against his actions. The way he rubbed my thighs under the table. How he knew when and how to squeeze my ass. Even when someone was close by. He knew exactly when to graze his hand over my wet slit in public. He knew everything about me physically, without even asking. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves back at his house. At this point, the tension was too high. We didn’t even make it through the front door before I felt his hand on my back, sliding up my shirt to my bra. Sliding his strong hands underneath to cup my small breasts. I could feel the passion in his quickening breath – the heat emanating from him. He had turned from gentleman to animal in mere seconds.

He pulls me through the door and lifts me up, pinning me against the wall as I wrap my legs around his waist. The way he lifts me up without effort only allows me to relax into him more, letting him support me so I can focus on running my fingers through his hair. Feeling his strong chest as his mouth begins to claim my neck. Kissing it – marking it. He brings me to the couch and lifts up my shirt, exposing my breasts to him. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, but I can’t wait and begin to help him. Surprisingly, after his shirt is off he pushes me back against the couch. Sliding off my skirt with an animalistic quickness. His strong hands wrap around my thighs and he brings his mouth to my slit. My fingers dig into the couch as I feel his lips caress my opening – focusing on everything, except my clit. Forcing me to almost beg him for the sensation of having his tongue where I want it.

He gives me what I want as I run my fingers through his hair and grip his head. He knows exactly where to lick. Where to kiss me. Tells me how amazing I taste. Everything that I want to hear. His hands reach up to squeeze my breasts, sending shockwaves down my body as his squeeze becomes more intense. Suddenly, he flips me around so my knees are on the ground and my stomach is on the couch. Before I can even say anything he places both hands on my ass and opens me up to continue eating me out. The pleasure is indescribable at this point as I moan without any filters. I’m dripping at this point, my mind a total blank as I succumb to his desires.

I can hear him unbuckle his belt and drop his pants. I turn around to be greeted by his thick, hard shaft practically in my face. It doesn’t take me long before I have my small hands around it. Needing both to fully handle it properly. Kissing the tip, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. I swirl my tongue around it as he runs his fingers through my head. Having the generosity to give me a small scalp massage as I feel him grow further in my mouth. I can feel his heart beat through his cock, as he moans and tells me how I’m his “good little girl.”

Those words change me. I suddenly don’t want to be fucked, I want to be claimed. I stop abruptly, get on the couch with my legs open and tell him to take me.

There is a brief moment where he looked confused. I realize now that it was because he wanted to internalize if we were on the same page. When I meant “take me”, I meant “claim me.” Luckily I picked a man that knows what that meant.

He crawls onto the couch with me, so I can feel his entire weight on my chest, pinning me to the cushion. His legs push mine apart as I feel the head of his cock press against my opening. While kissing me, he uses his legs to push forward – parting my lips and stretching me out more than I have felt in my entire life. This is what sex is supposed to feel like. I can feel his need for me, his desire coursing through his blood. The heat of his breath on my neck as he pushes further into me. I feel safe in his arms.

His entire length fills me up. Every nerve ending down below stimulated to the point that I almost enter a state of nirvana. The way his pelvis matches up with my clit and he angles himself “just” right, so that enough pressure is applied. He focuses more on the angle, rather than speed. His strokes strong and deliberate, while also providing me with the best kisses I have received from any man.

“You’re so beautiful” he moans, running his fingers through my hair. I don’t even know how to reply, nor do I think I can. My body acting on its own. With all of his actions so far and his words, I speak words that I never thought I would say to any man so soon.

“I’m ovulating”.

He pauses inside me. Looks into my eyes, and just stares. The stare of a man that has been found. A man with a look that has been understood and desires met. Someone I can submit to. Someone that I can be vulnerable with.

He kisses me passionately – our tongues dancing at this point. His grip on me so intense, that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t escape what he is about to do. I lock my legs around him to answer his claim, silently urging him to do what must be done.

I feel him thicken inside me – all his muscles tightening as his body goes rigid. In the stillness, I feel him explode inside me. A warm, thick, fullness enters me. Spurt after spurt – directly against my cervix. His breath catches up with an audible gasp, as he gains control of his body again. His remaining spurts more gentle as I feel him flex inside me, stretching my little pussy out even more. He knows he’s claimed me now. I want to belong to him and give him everything he wants. I know this man well enough in the short amount of time that he will protect me.

I hope his seed found his mark.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1265eoh/first_date

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