I’m so nervous that my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I’m new to online dating and have been having really good convo with this guy for a month. It’s our first date tonight and I’m sitting in my ride with my hands clenched in fists against my leg.
It doesn’t help that I’m also an hour late. But when I get to the restaurant I go straight up to the dark fancy bar where he said he’d be, and see him from behind. He has large broad shoulders and a dorky beany on.
I bee-line to him and say his name with a question mark. He turns around and smiles at me, saying Hi. Damn, he’s cuter than all the pictures I’ve stalked. This is already good, right?
We talk, a lot. Typical first date subjects. But the attraction is there. We are seated at a bar so it’s kind of awkward but I scoot my chair closer to him. He’s put his hand on my leg here and there while making me laugh. I touch his arms. I think it’s going good. He pays the tab and we step outside.
“Where to next?” It’s dark outside but still early.
“I’m not sure” I look around.
“I don’t mean to be too forward, but do you want to go back to my place?” He scrunches up his eyebrows to look unsure, but it’s cute.
“Sure.” I smile.
It’s a bit of a walk and we keep the conversation flowing. At one point I start jaywalking, a car comes out of no where, and he puts his arm out to stop me from going any further. So I’d say things are definitely going good.
Back at his place I get some water and sit down on the couch. He comes over and sits next to me. I stare at our reflection in the TV and lean into him a little bit. I turn my head towards him and we look at each other from the corners of our eyes.
“So… What next?” I raise my eyebrows.
He kisses me and I take a deep breath. His aftershave smells amazing. He’s stroking my back and holding my face. I reach for his face too, to pull him deeper into me so he can engulf me. Our breaths quicken and he pulls away for a second. “My roomies home, do you want to go to the bedroom?” I nod. He lifts me into a fireman’s carry to the room…extra hot.
He sits down with his back against the headboard of the bed and I sit right on top of him. We are exploring with our mouths and tongues, but our hands are even busier. He’s groping my ass and sliding his hand under my sweater to squeeze my breast. I’m rubbing his hard-on through his pants.
I lean back to take off my shirt and bra, letting my nipple rings shine in his face. He doesn’t say anything but takes it all in before kissing me all over my chest. I feel wanted. I start to unbutton his pants to take out his nice girthy cock.
I circle the tip with my tongue and let my drool dribble down the shaft. I look up at him here and there and his expressions are so sexy. He’s going like “ooooh… Oooof”. You know. I take more of him inside my throat until I’m gasping, choking, and my eyes are watering. I know my makeups fucked up but I can tell he likes that with the way he’s looking at me.
Sucking dick and gagging always gets me wet already because I think about how his dick would feel inside my pussy the same way. He pushes me off of him so I can flip over on my back. He tears off my pants and underwear. I think it’s funny when girls spend so much time to get ready and wear nice lingerie when guys appreciate it for .5 seconds before taking it all off.
He sticks his face between my legs and presses his tongue against my clit. He puts a finger inside of me and asks if I’m okay. I say “mhmm” between moans. He puts another finger inside me between licks. He’s really slow and asks me again, like he’s scared of hurting me. “It’s really ok” I reassure him.
I can’t stop moaning because he feels so good. He stops and gets up to lay next to me. I get on top of him again to kiss him, and taste myself. His hands are on my hips. We stare at each other. There’s hesitancy on his face.
“So I’m just going to get this out of the way, I don’t want to have sex on the first date.”
I’m surprised but also breathe a sigh of relief. “Me neither actually”
“What, really?” He sounds surprised.
I don’t actually believe in the bullshit society feeds us about when to sleep with someone. Don’t be easy, but don’t lead someone on. If things feel right, then why not? But in between kisses I tell him the internal battle that I have had recently…
“Well the last time I went on a first date that was good, I slept with him and he stopped talking to me. It made me feel dejected after trying so hard to put myself out there. So I told myself I’d try to stop doing that, just to see if I have any self-control. For myself, really. But I felt good about this, and you, so… I wasn’t going to say anything.”
He pulls back to look me in the eye. “I’m sorry about that. That’s how I kind of feel about it, too. I mean having sex can change things, and the dynamic. Especially because I just met you. But trust me, I want you. You’re so hot that my dick is hard from just having my hands on your hips.”
This makes me laugh. “Okay so… What next?”
He pushes me off of him and kneels above me. He starts to jerk himself off with one hand and plays with my clit with another. “Can I cum on your stomach?”
I nod and look at his giant balls hanging above me. They’re so suckable I can’t help but extend my neck to lick and suck them gently. This makes him moan, a lot. “Fuckkkk” he murmurs.
I’m moaning into his balls because his hand feels so good. I’m not going to cum tho. I’m far from it and just want him to be satisfied. He eventually groans harder and shoots his thick load all over my stomach.
He wipes me clean with a towel and lays next to me again. I get the next thing out of the way. “So… Am I sleeping over?” I’m comfortable with him and don’t mind.
He bunches his eyebrows. “I really want to sleep alone tonight, is that okay?”
Yeah totally… I need to go home and masturbate. He texts me to make sure I got home okay and then asks when can he see me again. Operation: don’t fuck was technically accomplished, and we have a looot to look forward to.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tzjtcn/everything_but_sex_on_the_first_date_fm