As I applied my favourite lipstick, colour like fresh blood, my eyes wandered through the room. It was only dimly lit now as to not disturb the mood of the place. It was evening and anticipation is in the air. Carefully I readjusted my garter belt, lace stockings and bra, nothing could be out of line tonight. One last look at my reflection, which stared back at in disbelief at what I got myself into.
Stepping back out of the bathroom I spotted my date in his kitchen. I watched him skilfully pour wine into our glasses. He had gotten everything ready for our night in, nothing was out of line, and I fit right in with his perfectly placed decorations. “Would you rather sit on the sofa or get on the balcony?”, he asked, holding both wine glasses, smiling shyly. Looking at him I couldn’t believe that he often got so shy around me. He towered over me like an oak over a daffodil, yet he seemed even more nervous than me. “I want to sit inside; it is too chilly outside.”, my reply is followed by him placing the glasses on the side table. Here it was, everything was ready. We both sat down, and each took a sip, my eyes fixated on his large hands. They were roughly double the size of my own hands and looked rough. I caught my mind wandering to how his hands would feel against my skin, if they would be warm, if they would be firm. His voice cut my thoughts short. “Relax, please, or that glass might break.” he whispered. Without even noticing I had started clutching my glass tightly to my lap. My body didn’t process right away that I should put the glass back on the table, I sat there and just starred at my hands still holding the glass. He gently put his hand over mine, his fingers softly stroking the back of it. It was warm, incredibly warm. And it felt strong, firm, the polar opposite to my own, which was slightly shivering now. Why was I so nervous? It had been me who had asked for this night. I had done these things many times before. Yet something was different this time, I just could not grasp what it was. Instead of bending my mind to figure it all out I put the glass down at last. Despite me moving he kept his hand against mine, as to comfort me, presumably. The heat of his skin against mine made my heart race and head spin, how could a person be so warm. Nervously I told him “The wine is really good, I’m not a connoisseur, but I appreciate a -…”.
He rested his hand against my cheek and lightly pressed his thumb to my lips. “Shh”, he whispered, “no need to be nervous, we both know why you’re here tonight. And if you don’t feel like it, you can leave anytime.” Surprised by this sudden act of bravery I got startled and my body tensed up. I could feel my face getting hot, my skin turning red and my lip shake. How was he the calm and collected one now? He, that hunk of a man, that rambled on, red in the face, during our first date. He who was so nervous while taking a walk together that he almost stumbled over his own damn feet. Surely the prospect of this night must be even more intimidating to him than leisurely strolling through a field, right? Then why did he keep so- … His hand shifted to the back of my head and pulled me in towards his face. Before I had time to process what was happening his lips met mine. My heard was pounding in my chest as I leaned in closer, enjoying his soft lips between mine. Knowing that this was his first kiss in several months I let him take the lead, followed his flow, and just enjoyed it. He eagerly took the opportunity and didn’t let go of me until he had tasted every last millimetre of my lips.
When he let go of me, he was breathing heavily and his eyes were visibly glossed. Now all the nervosity from his face was gone, something had changed profoundly. The look in his eyes most closely resembled a starved predator eying its prey. His chest was moving fast, expanding and collapsing rapidly as his warm breath brushed my skin. I, too, was breathing harder and faster now, slowly realizing how the tides had turned in just a few minutes. Again, my eyes wandered, this time to his chest and down, lower, centimetre by centimetre. It was not my mind controlling my eyes, something primal had taken over. The same urges that had taken over his mind I’d guess. Before I even knew it, I was looking directly at the bulge in his lap. The neat folds of his pants were stretched now, it left no more room, neither in his pants nor for imagination. His cock was big, eager and visibly throbing. I gasped, faintly yet unwillingly. From his reaction I gathered that he had very well noticed. He smirked, something I had not ever seen him do. A sudden wave of heat flodded through my groins. Then he grabbed my chin, moved my head upwards again and while looking straight into my face he murmured “Let’s continue somewhere more comfortable.” under his breath. Without thinking I nodded slowly. I knew what this would lead to. I knew what I had gotten myself, and him, into. I knew I wanted this so badly. I knew I really should not. I knew I did this for all the wrong reasons. I knew someone like me should not be his first.
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