First Date Lovemaking [Romance] [FM] [Open]

Two years ago, I met a beautiful, tall redhead with wavy hair on Tinder. We started chatting, and realized we live only a few blocks from each other, so we decided to meet up and go for a walk on that beautiful early fall evening.

At the time, I had a pretty swank bachelor pad, walking distance from downtown that my girlfriend had helped me decorate. We had been in an open relationship for about half a year at that point (and still are), but I hadn’t met her kids yet, so opportunities for sex were sporadic.

I grab a bottle of red wine, and head towards her place to meet up halfway. She’s stunning in a pretty sundress, with nice curves (but not fat). We greet each other with a hug, then start our walk to a local park.

We’re chatting, and I point out my place on our way by. We live in a fairly hilly region, and the park is no exception. She had never been to this park – it’s a little tucked away.

We sit on the grass on a slope with a view overlooking the valley and surrounding mountains, open the wine, and just talk. I disclose my open relationship, and after a brief pause of consideration, she says that it’s fine, because she’s seeing other people, too.

As we sit and talk, the sun starts to set over the mountains in front of us, the sky turning a beautiful crimson. Our first kiss sitting there was electric.

I suddenly pull her up, and say I want to show her something. We walk down the hill, past a little league baseball game, then down another hill to an outdoor amphitheater. During the summer, they do Shakespeare in the Park every weekend.

We climb up on the stage, and alternate talking and kissing. She’s definitely getting turned on by this point, and it’s getting dark, so I suggest I walk her back to her place holding hands.

Now remember, we had to walk by my place to get there… And I have a half-finished bottle of wine in my hand. So, as we get close, I say that I’m going to run in and drop it off, and that she’s welcome to come in and see the place. She agrees.

I set the bottle down, and give her the tour. Not a big place, but pretty stylish. Plus she’s a professional baker, and I’m an ambitious home cook. She audibly gasped when she saw my pro-level induction burner.

Of course, the tour ends in the bedroom. She examines my bookshelf full of cookbooks, philosophy, world religion, history, etc., then turns, grabs my face, and starts kissing me, hard. Before it had been tender, tentative; now, it was filled with lust.

I pull her towards the bed, and topple us onto it together. Kissing turns to hands exploring over clothes, then under. I’m hard, and she’s drenched.

She starts to undo my belt and jeans, I start to remove her bra under her dress. I stop everything, look her in the eye, and softly say: “I want to see, taste, and touch all of you”.

At this, she let’s out a gentle moan, biting her lip, then nods. I get up, turn away, light some of the dozen candles on the mantelpiece, and turn off the light. When I turn around, she’s laying coyly on the bed, completely naked, but modestly covering her ample breasts, and legs slightly crossed.

I gaze at her for a few seconds in the flickering candlelight, then return to the bed, still in my clothes. We begin kissing again, but now my hands have full access, as do my lips. I start kissing and nibbling my way down her body, pausing at her neck, her breasts, the curve of her side.

I *slowly* move my way down, building anticipation. When I finally kiss her mound, she raises her hips, whimpering. I gently part her legs, and start on her inner thighs. I tease her, getting closer and closer to what we both want.

Finally, my tongue and lips meet her clit. She jumps a little from the electricity of the moment.

I take my time teasing her, alternating between her clit, and her hole. I add a finger, then two, and she’s starting to thrash, moaning incoherently.

I stop. I don’t want her to cum, at least not yet.

She lays there gasping for breath, while I strip. I’ve been grinding myself on the bed the whole time, so I’m pretty damn turned on myself.

I’m done teasing. I climb on top of her, and enter her in one smooth, slow thrust. I stay there, filling her, letting her feel everything.

I’m so turned on right now, and so is she. We’re gazing into each other’s eyes when I begin to slowly pull in and out of her, then begin building up speed. Not to the point of full on fucking, but gentle lovemaking.

I know we’re both on the edge, but I continue the pace, and she matches my rhythm, pushing me deeper with every thrust.

Suddenly, she cries out as her body begins to quake. Her cunt starts to contract on my cock, and that’s enough to get me over the edge. I start to pulse, filling her pussy with my cum.

I collapse on top of her, but stay hard inside of her, as we cuddle talk, and kiss.

With her permission, I took a beautiful picture of her, in the bed, curled up on her side, facing away from the camera in the candlelight. I titled it “Spent”.

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We end up dating, fucking, and cooking together for about four months… She starts calling me “chef” in the kitchen. Unfortunately, she stated making ultimatums about ending things with my primary, and she broke it off when I refused. She now lives thousands of miles away, but I still think about her, and that first time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9llrzy/first_date_lovemaking_romance_fm_open