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I was so confused at the end of our date — was she into me romantically or not? Did she just want to find a friend, or a *friend*?
Only one to find out, I guess, so we messaged for another date, a real one, the following week. Same plan — pick her up from the bus stop, then whatever we were game for.
I gotta say, my favorite first date spot is going ice skating — she’ll be falling all over you, you have a great excuse to hold her in many different ways, and sometimes it’s cold and she’ll want to cuddle you for warmth.
We drove into the underground parking lot and walked up into sunny Yerba Buena square, chatted, ate cream puffs and walked into the rink. It felt so odd to be out in the sun, walking hand in hand with a cute girl. Her hair ribbon sparkled in the sun and she smelled like Chloe perfume. My problems at home — the wife, the mortgage, the nagging, the job, the job search — they all seemed to melt away under the warm summer sun.
Just like I thought, skating was fun and an excuse to hold her hand to guide her, or around her waist or a congratulatory high five.
After skating, we went back to the car intending to go next to lunch. The conversation drifted to our families and our normal lives — I got the courage to ask her about her wedding ring and her husband.
“oh, this isn’t my wedding band. it’s just a ring”
“he’s probably doing some chick right now” she muttered. “he was in the shower one day and his phone rang. when I picked up the phone, it was a girl asking for him …”
“so I threw my wedding ring out of the window in the yard. annnnnddd that’s how I ended up here”
She tried a new conversation angle — “sooo, your wife and you, how often do you …” she let the question linger in the air
“do we? ..”
“do you do it? how much?”
well, so much for her “conversative background” and “catholic upbringing”
“well, it’s been a while. how about you and your husband?”
“he left to go back to Ph in February and now it’s April. You do the math.”
“And he’d leave a woman as beautiful as you? … and all alone?” I know. what a cheesy line. I leaned over and looked in her eyes. They were a gentle brown with the faintest hint of wrinkles near the edges.
She shut her eyes tightly and looked away — “no OP, no, don’t”
I took her hand and stroked her palm gently and I could feel her guilt losing the battle against her feelings.
“Don’t what? look at you? And deny me such a beautiful face … and eyes … and lips?”
She opened her eyes and and whispered — “OP, I’m melting …” I closed the gap quickly and hovered an inch away from her, still drinking in her sight, her Chloe, her hands. She met me and I gave her the gentlest kiss, nipping at her lips and pulling away, like a dragonfly dancing across a pond. With closed eyes, she searched for more, hungry for more. Happy to please, I took her face in my hand and gave her a proper kiss.
That opened the floodgates — I put my hand under her sweater and crept up her sides. Quite the aggressor, she took my hand it placed it on her left breast. Not needing to be asked twice, I squeezed what was given to me, still wrestling with her tongue, licking her lips, then diving down her exposed neck.
She moaned into my ear as I gave her little nips on her neck and trailed down her collarbone, to her motherly breasts. “I’m so wet, OP …”
She put a hand on my lap and groped me over my pants. “Is this ok?” I nodded, buried in her neck, drinking in her scent. “What would she say?” “no no, it’s just you and me here, Ariel”
That gave her the courage to keep going. Opening up my jeans, she went under my boxers to find me already leaking precum. In my excitement, I pawed at her boobs more under her bra, while pulling her in to breathe in her ear. And the more she moaned, the more she pumped my hard cock. “mmmm OP, if only that was inside, I wish … oh I need you inside”
The mix of her smell, her boobs, her hand on my dick brought me close and had me twitching …
“OP, are you …?” she asked the obvious question
“OP, come on, don’t hold back …” I twitched in her hand
“OP, she won’t give it to you, but I can …”
I exploded in her hand, head swirling with an assault on all my senses. She kept milking me through the orgasm, giving me the same kisses and stroking my neck with her free hand.
As the fireworks subsided, she brought her cheek to mine and rested her head, still holding onto my limp and wet cock. “OP, if you liked that … just think what i can do with my mouth.”
My eyes must have bulged out of their sockets hearing that. “Ariel, baby, that reminds me … what can I do for you?” while licking my lips as a gentle reminder
She giggled, deliberately avoiding the topic, “I just made my first Chinese man cum. Come on, get me lunch. You owe me!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ho0clv/mf_my_filipina_love_date_2_of_n
Love your writing here and in part 1. More please!