Ideal date [MF]

Walk up to the restaurant door and pause. Place your hand in my lower back. Lean over to whisper in my ear—I don’t hear anything you say, I just shiver from your hot breath washing over me. I close my eyes and you slide your hand over to wrap around my waist; pull me into you. Kiss my cheek and ten watch me walk into the restaurant alone. I take a seat at the bar. Sit a few chairs down. We both order our dinners. Another man walks in, sits close to me. He orders me a drink. Watch me lean over to thank him, making sure to show off my cleavage.

Eat in silence, watching everyone watching me. I get up to go to the bathroom. I trail my fingertips across your back when I pass you. Follow me. Sneak into the room behind me, grab me, throw me against the door and press yourself against me. I wrap my leg around your hip, pulling your semi-hard cock against my pelvis. You can feel how hot I already am through your pants. Kiss me, hard. Put your hand on the back of my neck while I breathe you in. I reach down and stroke your cock, once. I push you off me, grin up at you, and leave the bathroom. We finish our dinners; I accept another drink from a stranger, my hand rests on his thigh while we laugh. Walk up to me, step in between us, and ask, “ready to go?”

The lust in my eyes is evident and I bite my lip as I nod. Walk me out to the car. The drive is tense, heavy, silent. My hand stays on your thigh, soft and warm, a gentle promise of what is to come. Surprise me by pulling into the parking lot of a night club. We walk in to find a hot, dense crowd. The music is too loud to attempt conversation, but I don’t care about that tonight. My hand slides down your arm, my fingers interlock with yours and I pull you into the crowd. When we are sufficiently lost somewhere in the middle, pull me back to you. My back pressed against your chest, your hand on my hip, my hand reaching up to your neck, cheek, ear, hair. I circle my hips, grinding against your crotch and pulling just slightly away. Press your hand against my hip; hold my ass against you. Sway with me briefly. The music fades for just a moment and you spin me around. One hand on my ass, one hand in my hair, I stare up at you, my mouth slightly open, my eyes wide. “Fuck me,” I mouth.

Kiss me. Swirl your tongue with mine. Suck on my lip. Feel my whimper reverberate against your mouth, my body dip slightly as my knees weaken. My hand finds your chest, the other grasping the back of your shirt. I can feel your erection as clearly as if we were naked, now. I’m tempted to unzip your pants, pull up my dress, and take you right there. Instead I toy with your zipper, playing with it but not moving it down any. Growl in my ear, bite the lobe, pull me in closer. Feel me exhale against your own ear. Hold me, pressed against you, for how knows how long. Feel every inch of me, your hands sliding up and down my side, my back, cup my breasts and ass, pull my thigh up so I can wrap my calf around your leg. Dip me as far as you can – only a few inches because of the crowd. Kiss me. This time I suck on your lip, biting just hard enough to get you to open your eyes and look into mine. Drag me by hand to the door.

This drive is longer than the first, it seems. I can’t keep my hands off you. They’re in your hair, rubbing your ear, on your thigh, stroking your arm, distracting you. Finally I unbutton your pants, yank the zipper and dig for your cock. Once I have it free, I wrap my lips around the tip, stroking with one hand while the other grips your leg. Keep one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of my head, grabbing my hair. I’m not moving, letting my tongue do the work: short licks, long licks, lapping at the tip, flicking the base of the head. My drool soon drips down your cock, soaking your boxers. Slowly, so slowly, I slide down, engulfing every inch of your cock possible. I lazily slide my tongue around, teasing you with just the tip. My lips tighten and I suck, the pressure causing you to moan and jerk the wheel a little. Straighten up and shake your head; return your attention to the road.

I press on your knee, encouraging you to accelerate. I slowly, so slowly, slide back up, pausing on the head again to suck once, hard. Then I slide back down, still slowly enough to cause you to push down on my head. I resist. I’m in control. My free hand finds your balls and I wrap my fingers around them. I climb into my seat so I’m kneeling in it, giving myself better access. Slide your hand down my back, pull my dress up. Slap my ass once, twice, then hold on to it. take a turn to fast; the force of the car makes me lean into you, and I slide back down on your dick. I give in a bob up and down for a minute or so. I pull off and let my hand take the place of my mouth, stroking and squeezing while I drop my head to lick your balls. I pull one into my mouth, try to fit the other in and fail. I lick across them, wrapping my tongue around each in turn. I’m so engrossed I don’t realize we’ve stopped moving until you unbuckle your seatbelt and forcibly pull me up, kissing me, grabbing my hair and tits and ass. Suck on my bottom lip, pulling back far enough that you can open your eyes and see the look on my face. My eyes are rolled partially back, my lips swoop up into a devilish grin when I see you looking at me.

I lean in quickly for a peck and then get out of the car, leaving my dress pulled up over my ass. Shut off the car, fumbling with the keys. Grab your pants so they don’t fall down and trip you and follow me up the driveway. Keep your distance. Watch the way my ass moves as I walk; I know you’re looking so I lengthen my stride slightly and cross my legs with each step—your personal model for a moment. The drinks I’ve had cause me to stumble. I giggle and turn to look at you. Take the last steps to catch up. Cup my cheek in your palm and pull me in gently for a kiss long and sweet and warm. “I want you.” Whisper against my lips. I take the opportunity to take your bottom lip in between mine, and take a step backward, pulling you with me. Waste no time in following me through the door and up the stairs.

Grab me at the top of the steps, roughly. Spin us around. Sit on the top step and pull me on top of you. Hold your dick up, steady, so I can slide easily onto it. I’m soaking wet; there’s no resistance at all and we both moan as you slip all the way in, pressing against the back wall of my vagina. We pause for a moment, breathing against each other, your arms wrapped around my back, mine around your shoulders. I lift my hips up—the rest of my body remains still—until you’re close to falling out of me, and then settle back down. Up and down, again, until you’re almost out and then completely back inside of me. Move your hands to my lower ass/upper thighs and help guide me. This time I do pull completely off, for the briefest of moments. The second penetration is better than the first: this time, my pussy is clenched tightly, and you have to force your way in. I moan, you exhale an “oh my god.”

We stay here, holding each other, my thrusts long and steady, until my legs get tired. Stand up, lift me with you. Press my back against the wall so we can readjust; I wrap my legs around your waist and you wrap one arm around my back, one under my ass. I thrust again and chuckle because it knocks you off balance. I hop off of you and lead you to the bed. I lean over it and you run one finger down my spine, stopping on my ass. Pull my cheeks apart and look at me. My pussy is glistening, my ass puckered. Keep my cheeks spread and push your cock into me. Slide in and out in short thrusts, kind of slowly, with random bursts of speed and depth. These cause me to moan and push back against you, begging for more. I love feeling the head of your dick sliding in and out of my pussy, that satisfying pop it makes each time. Soon you settle into a rhythm, long, steady thrusts, all the way in and almost all the way out. Once I get used to it, I flex my vagina in time for your reentry, squeezing around your dick as it pushes through.

I reach back and put my hands on your hips, trying to hold you still. Give in and stand there while I return my hands to the bed and push myself against you. Hard and fast, my ass smacks against your hips over and over. Let your head fall back while you enjoy the sensations. The heat from my pussy. The sound of my skin hitting yours. The smell of our sex filling the room. The way the skin on my ass ripples with each thrust.

Pull out abruptly. I turn my head to determine why, but you’re already pulling me up. Lift me up onto the dresser, my ass just barely sitting, my pussy hanging off the edge. Rub the head of your dick against my clit. Watch my legs shake in pleasure. My hands holding onto you for support, anywhere I can reach. Just slam into me. The tender kiss outside the house means nothing at the moment, is barely even present in your memory. All you’re aware of is your dick in my pussy. In and out. Feel me clench around your dick. Hear me whimper and moan and gasp with each thrust in and out. Feel my breath in your ear. Bury your face in my neck. Squeeze my tits together, rub the nipples. Fuck me harder. Just use me. I cease to exist. You fade away too. It’s just your dick, and my pussy, fucking. Fucking. Pick up speed, force. There is no sound; you can’t see anything.

I can feel you cumming, I feel your dick throbbing and pulsing and pushing out burning hot semen but you don’t slow down. You twitch and gasp and moan and keep going. Keep fucking. Thrusting just as hard, just as fast. All I can do is sit there. I can barely hold myself up. My hand rests lightly on the back of your head. You don’t stop. All you know is sex. All that exists is cock and vagina.

Neither of us know when you stop, but eventually we come out of the lust-induced daze. I’m still on the dresser, you’re still standing with your now limp cock resting against my labia. Look at me. Just stare. My hair is wet from sweat, my eyes wide, my glasses smudged because I forgot to take them off. I slide my hand from the back of your head to your cheek, lean in and kiss you. I fall back onto the dresser, and you collapse on top of me. My fingertips trail across your back and sides, occasionally making you shiver.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3qq268/ideal_date_mf