Blind Date at the Museum – Part 1: Meeting (F-M, Female POV, Public, Free Use)

It felt so uneasy to prepare, why would I feel butterflies when I’m meeting a complete stranger? I haven’t been on a date in ages, and online dating has never been something I’m good at. So when after only awkwardly talking for 3 weeks you suggested meeting in public,I wanted to jump at the opportunity!

For the short amount of time we had been talking,there was a real click developing, clearly we wanted very similar things out of life and personality wise you were really pulling me in. We enthusiastically made our plans; where we’d meet, how we’d know to recognize each other, which route to take through the museum we had chosen.

I couldn’t wait but still felt assured by the thought that if anything didn’t go as planned, I could leave at any time, it was in public and I felt safe. You made me feel safe, just with your words. You assured me nothing move forward if I did not want it to.

Act 1
On the day of our first meeting I felt excited jitters, this would be the first time meeting for a date with someone I’ve never even seen! I made sure to wear the clothes you would recognize me by:

– A flowy black skirt, just over the knee
– Stockings underneath
– A bottlegreen short sleeve T, tucked into the skirt
– Black ballerina shoes

Walking up to the museum I could feel the mild breeze blow up into my skirt, past my stockings. The cool air was welcome. Outside, a couple meters next to the steps leading up the the entrance of the museum was a railing looking out over a pond. This was our meeting spot. I walked up to the railing and rested my arms on top of it, tucked under my breasts. This to prevent the cold steel from creeping through the fabric of my shirt and soft bra, wary that my nipples may poke through.

Facing the water, I close my eyes and listen to the ducks in the water, the wind rustling my hair and skirt. The air of the botanical garden next to the pond somehow smells like spring? Behind me I can hear people entering and leaving the museum, up and down the steps and through the gravel at irregular intervals. But all in more or less the same direction, until one string of steps slightly deviates.

My eyes still closed, I remain facing the water. My head slightly tilted towards my left shoulder to focus on those deviating steps that are very clearly moving right towards me. My heart rate increases, as does my breathing as I listen to the determined steps. They stop, directly behind me. My attempt to swallow my nerves is interrupted as I feel three taps on my left shoulder with heavy fingers, Tap,Tap, a three second pause, Tap. It’s you.

I turn my head to my right shoulder like we had agreed, as I do so you position yourself to my left side, our shoulders meet. Your back to the railing, I return my face to a forward position and move my hands to grip the railing to my side. Your left hand already trailing up my left leg as the front of my skirt raises. As you make your way up past my knee, gripping my inner thigh and brushing past my stocking.

As our flesh touches, it almost feels like my knees might give out. My grip on the railing tightens as your spread out fingers, still cold from the outside, explore my inner thighs. It isn’t until you reach my outer labia that I realize I had stopped breathing. As you softly stroke around my vulva, teasingly edging towards my opening, I struggle to gain a steady breath. Around us still the irregular sounds of gravel and steps, at least, I think?

All thought escapes my head as your soft strokes and brushes are exchanged for the swift motion with which you insert a finger all the way inside me, quickly joined by a second one. My grip still strong on the railing, but my knees are trembling. Two fingers rhythmically pulsating in and out of me as your thumb circles my clit to the same beat, the beat of my breath. Increasing with every stroke until I finally can’t take it anymore and let out the smallest moan I can manage.

This causes you to stop, your hand stays in place as as my breathing slowly returns to normal. “Well..” You say “now we’ve had our introductory handshake..” your hand slips out past my lips, you glide your hand all the way down my leg, leaving a slightly wet and warm trail down my leg and stocking. “..I hope you will meet me inside?” I nod my head to signal a yes “ah! Good. I enjoyed meeting you too. Then countdown from 50, you know where to go” as your shoulder leaves mine and the gravely steps begin to move away from me

My hands still on the railing and my skirt still slightly raised, I begin my count.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11ckm8l/blind_date_at_the_museum_part_1_meeting_fm_female