We matched on Tinder a few weeks ago. At first, our conversation was innocent enough. Slowly getting to know one another, as best as one can via text. Your personality shone through – funny and irreverent, two of my favorite characteristics. Before we ever talked about meeting up, I knew I wanted to meet you and see if this texting chemistry would translate into IRL chemistry…
And then, somehow, our conversation turned flirty… And then it turned kinky… We started discussing all the sexual things we’re into and discovered that a Venn diagram of our interests almost fully overlaps. That just added to my excitement to meet you.
We would have already met, but you caught the ‘Rona and we had to postpone our first date. And now the anticipation is killing me. We’re going to meet on Friday but ever since we discussed our kinks, my sex drive has been almost unbearable.
I have made some plans… I know which dress I’ll wear – a form-hugging one made of a silky fabric that just begs to be touched. I know which bra and panties I’ll wear – a matching set of lacy, delicate things, Like I’m a present for you to unwrap. I’ll shave every bit of skin, as much for your benefit as mine – I want to feel as much skin contact as possible.
I imagine getting dressed for our date… Sliding on the little black panties over my bubble butt, knowing that in a very short while, they’ll be soaked with my wetness. Adjusting my lacy bra so that my cleavage is just right. Then, slipping into that silky dress, thinking about how you will slide it off of me in just a few hours…
Just the thought of getting ready is making my pussy swell up and my nipples stiffen in arousal. Friday can’t come soon enough. So this is how I imagine the date goes…
You meet me at the train station. We had discussed going for dinner and drinks and picked a place with outdoor seating by a canal. Both the food and wine menu looked really good and reasonably priced, a score for a city this expensive. It’s a short walk from the train station, so after the initial awkward greeting a stranger you met online experience, we head off to the restaurant. As I predicted, the anticipation got to me while I was on the train, and my panties are absolutely soaked through. For now, that’s my little secret.
Dinner goes well… Once we got over the initial awkwardness, we ease into comfortable conversation. Your funny and irreverent personality utterly wins me over. That, and a bottle of wine, helps me get over my initial jitters. I’m relaxing into this experience, enjoying the moment, while also thinking of how much fun we’ll have later on. We finish our meal and wine and leave for your place.
To get there, we walk along the canal for a bit. It’s a beautiful summer day – not too hot, with a bit of a breeze to cool things down. As we walk, I take your arm and lean into you. I wonder if you’re picking up on my interest. “Fuck it,” I think, “just be direct.”
We stop at an overlook beside the canal that’s partially shielded from view, at least from the waist down. I’m leaning into you and looking up in your eyes with a mischievous grin. “You should slip a hand under my panties,” I whisper in a voice husky with desire. Your eyebrows shoot up but then you adopt a mischievous grin of your own. You slide your hand over my ass and thighs, then going in the opposite direction once you get to the hem of my dress. You press your fingers on my pussy on the outside of my panties and I see you react to the heat and moisture you can feel through the fabric. You hook a finger to pull the fabric aside and slide one finger along my slit… As you feel my wetness, I hear your breath skip a beat, your own voice turning husky, “holy shit.”
“Why don’t you slide one in?” I ask
You comply, sliding your index finger inside me. The anticipation has been building up so long that I shudder with pleasure. You slide it in and out and rub my clit again too. I lean my face into your neck to suppress a moan that would surely attract attention from a passersby. You finger me for a few minutes… I feel like I could come at any moment but I want to wait. I want to let the intensity subside and build it back up again. I pull your hand away from my pussy and up to my mouth, sucking on the fingers that had just been inside me. I do it slowly to show you that I like the taste and to give you an idea of what kind of blowjobs I give. I swirl your fingers around my mouth with my tongue, sucking and licking, and pulling my lips along your finger. I will do the same to your dick at the first available opportunity. We both shudder as the intensity of the moment passes.
“So where exactly is your apartment?” I ask with a coy smile on my face.
“This way,” you say, and lead me away from the canal with a sudden urgency.
After a few minutes’ walk, we arrive at a modern 5-story building. We get on the elevator and you punch the “5” button. We turn to one another, you push me against the back wall of the elevator with your hands on my hips, I run my hands up your arms, as you lean down and kiss me fully and deeply, our tongues exploring each others’ mouths. You press your hips against mine and I can feel your rock hard erection through your jeans. It takes all my self control to not drop to my knees and take you in my mouth right there. The elevator arrives on the fifth floor with a cheery bell and we break our embrace.
You fiddle with the keys to your apartment and then we’re inside, assuming the position we had in the elevator. This time, you pick me up and I wrap my legs around your waist and you walk us into your bedroom where you throw me onto the bed. I feel incredibly sexy and aroused at being casually tossed around like that. I can’t help myself, I pinch one of my nipples through my dress and bra, and rub my fingers over my swollen pussy.
“That’s my job,” you growl and grab my hands, pinning my wrists down above my head…
That’s right, we had talked about dominance and submission… You described what you, as a dom, would do to me, as a sub.
You take a moment to check in with me… “Shall I tie you up?”
“Yes please”
“Blindfold too?”
I nod, barely able to speak from arousal.
“Okay, let’s get these clothes off first”
I flip over to give you access to the dress’ zipper on my back. You slowly pull the zipper down, revealing more skin. You slide your other hand over my back, to my bra, and pinch it open. As I flip over, I hitch the skirt up to my waist so you can easily pull it off over my head. With my bra undone, the straps start to slip, I reach for them, and you swat my hands away. I am your present and no one is to unwrap me except you. I lie back in compliance as you slide the straps and my bra away from my body.
Now that my boobs are exposed, you lean over and gently caress them with a “barely there” touch. I had told you that that is what arouses me the most, drives me almost over the edge by itself. You lightly trace my areolas and nipples, pinching them with the slightest pressure, then slowly, slowly increasing the pressure. I arch my back and moan… I am already at your complete and total mercy. You lean down and take one nipple into your mouth, flicking it back and forth with your tongue, rolling the other one between your index and thumb fingers. I almost cannot stand it.
You slide your hand away from my breast down to my crotch, running your hands all over my stomach and inner thighs, flirting with my pussy but not touching it directly yet. I shudder in pleasure.
You sit back and grab my panties, I lift my butt a bit so you can slide them off. And then you’re back, with your mouth on my nipple and hand touching everywhere but my pussy. I realize that I will have to be patient – you’re not going to give me what I want right away and for that I am so grateful.
Your hand moves away from my body and I feel you reach for something and then you sit up so you can strap one arm down above my head, and then the other. As you move to restrain my legs, you slide your hands over my body, down to one ankle, strap it down, and then the other. I am now spreadeagled on your bed, achingly aroused and desperate for more when you say “I’ll be right back” and whisk out of the room. I can’t help but smile. I wanted this and now I’ve got it.
I close my eyes, savoring the electric feeling coursing through my body, savoring the feeling of a swollen and hungry pussy, savoring the feeling of being utterly under your control…
The anticipation is killing me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w2sqef/the_anticipation_is_killing_me