“Are you gonna kiss me?” she murmured, fist to chin, the hum of his guitar recording playing against her ear. He moved his phone away. She played the last three chords over in her mind two times, three times, eyes grazing his mouth.
He hesitated, watched her lips.
“Do you want me to?”
She tasted the word “yes”, watched his cheeks flush pink. He leaned in slowly, cautiously, closed his eyes. His mouth tasted like beer and something sweeter, animal. She sunk against his armpit and his forearm wrapped around her back. He kissed her like she’d hoped he would.
She moved away, giggling, breathless. First dates aren’t for getting drunk on his breath. She tucked a lick of hair behind her ear and sipped red wine, watching his eyes.
“You gonna kill me tonight or?” She blinked very seriously, resisting a smirk. He lifted one corner of his mouth, his brows, gave a small nod.
“Might do.”
“Might let you,” she laughed. He caught her fingers between his.
In the car, he jabbed a key into the ignition and then cut it dead. “I’ve had such a good time with you tonight,” he said, watching her kick her shoes off and rest her feet on the dashboard. She nodded, eyeing him.
“Right back at you, handsome.” She reached for his hand and he pulled her close. Suddenly they were kissing again, mouths racing. She tucked her fingers into the back of his hair and sighed into his mouth, her breasts pressing hard against his chest. His breath hitched in his throat, tongue sliding between her lips. They licked at each other and pawed at each other.
When her legs spread and her right thigh smoothed against his lap, he grasped her hips and pulled her onto him. On the drivers seat, she leaned against the steering wheel, knees tucked either side of him, tongue dancing, moaning softly into his mouth.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she broke away, pink mouth. He felt her hot breath on his wet lips.
“Why not?”
“It’s been one date”, she dragged her reluctant hips against his crotch weakly, convincing herself to stop, ignoring herself. She felt his hardness digging into her through his jeans. “We shouldn’t do this. No one takes seriously the girl who fucks on the first date”.
He shook his head, holding her close. Their noses touched and they kissed softly one, two, three. “I’m taking you seriously. Do whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“I want to have sex with you” she whined softly, grinding slowly, feeling her thong sticking slick against her skin.
“You do?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Really, really want to fuck you. But I can’t ” she continued circling her hips on his lap. He drew in a breath; released a choked moan.
“Just do it. Let’s just do it. We both–oh god–” she pressed his palms to her breasts “we both want it. I like you. I’ll still be here tomorrow.”
His rough, large hands explored her boobs, slipping beneath her black camisole. She let out a long breath as they roamed her nipples, tugging and rubbing. Her top found her chin, his hands holding it up, mouth dipping to take her breasts into his mouth one at a time.
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her chin dipped upwards. Around them, the car park lights flickered. A warmth rippled in her groin, his tongue swirling over her nipples. He pulled away to look at her.
“I know a place we can go,” she whispered. He nodded, feeling her absence as she crawled back to the passenger seat. He ached to fuck her, watched her mouth shape the address of the “some place quiet” she knew, and stabbed it into the GPS.
They pulled into a shaded corner of the empty car park at midnight. She let out a small laugh, wiggled her toes on the dashboard. He watched them, imagined sucking them one after another. He met her eyes, slightly nervous but hard enough not to care. He didn’t expect someone like her to want to fuck him on the first date. He thought she’d talk about reality TV, tap her manicured nails on the tabletop and not understand his jokes about Marvel characters and psychology. Instead, she was a horny nerd wrapped in a pretty package, just like him.
She smiled warmly and placed a palm on his thigh. “You sure you’re not gonna ghost me in the morning?” She felt slightly uneasy at the thought of someone so perfect judging her for giving it up so easily. But god she wanted to feel him.
“Promise” he nodded. “I’m not like that.”
She didn’t need much more reassurance, flashing him a grin and crawling into the back seat.
He took a breath, getting out of the car. In the silence, she noticed her heart hammering in her chest. She didn’t get nervous like this very often when it came to boys, but he was special. She knew it straight away.
“Well hi there,” she murmured as he entered through the door, wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding him into a hungry kiss. His palm found the crook of her knee and pulled her into a straddle position on his lap.
“I really wanna fuck you,” she moaned into his ear again, rocking on his lap. The sensation of his hard shaft through her clothes made her tingle everywhere.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. She smiled, he was so shy to meet her, to kiss her, to even talk to her – eyes flickering around the room – but so confident about this. How the tables have turned.
She pulled off her cami and he let out a breath, this time taking the view of her body in. His fingers trailed her stomach and pinched the edges of her trousers. He unravelled the bow of her belt in one smooth motion as she fumbled down his shirt, undoing it one button at a time, not fast enough, missing a couple. Her breaths ripped hot in her chest.
“God you’re sexy,” he groaned under his breath, making her stomach roll with pleasure as the last of their clothes fell away. He took in the sight of her bare chest, hard nipples, breathing hard. His eyes dipped to her red thong. She pulled them off and let his hands roam her curiously.
“Hmmm,” she moaned softly, his fingers dipping into her. She was already wet and the sensation sent waves of pleasure down her thighs, up her stomach and to her ears. They met eyes for a second – his glazed with lust – and she bent on all fours on the seat beside him to kiss his bare navel, swirling her tongue around it and to the band of his boxers before impatiently pulling his cock out from the material. She let out a soft moan when she saw it and immediately took it into her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head slowly. He watched her lips glide up and down the length, her ass moving back and forth. He wondered how she’d ride him, how dirty she’d be, if she’d let him choke her and call her his nasty little slut and run her tongue over every inch of his body. The excitement made him growl a little, which made her suck his cock faster, her juices dripping onto the tops of her thighs. She longed to feel him pounding into her.
“I can’t wait anymore,” she giggled shyly, hungrily, cheeks pink, mascara settling in a subtle charcoal shadow beneath each eye. She’d spent two hours getting ready that evening. He caught sight of one of her high heels on the passenger seat and smiled, pulling her back onto his lap.
She reached round to rub his penis up and down, up and down, guiding it towards her wet pussy. He let out a choked, soft sound as she eased him into her, her mouth falling open slightly. As soon as he was inside of her, they let out a simultaneous sigh of pleasure.
“Fuck. You feel good,” she whispered, kissing his neck, sucking his earlobe, moving against him slowly, taking every opportunity to feel his arms, his chest, his face, fingers dragging against his beard. Neither of them mentioned a condom, it felt too good, but she let out a strained, breathy “oh, oh. I’ve got an – agh – I’ve got an implant, by the way.”
He nodded a little, “good. That’s good” he grabbed her ass, encouraged by this, and began to thrust into her. He filled her up perfectly and she moaned and moaned each time his cock stabbed at her g spot, his hands searching her boobs. Squeeze, release, squeeze.
She watched his face as she forced herself out of his grip and began to ride him again. She really fucked him this time, and she could tell he wanted to come, but instead he breathed hard, held out for her, and groaned “fuck. Fuck. You feel so good.”
“Oh, my god” she responded, grinding hard against him, her clit circling his pubic bone. He pressed his hips up to meet her, the two of them slick with sweat, her hands pinned to his flexed shoulders, his to her hips, her breasts, her hair, moving in quick succession between them.
“Oh, god. Oh, fuck” she rode him faster, bouncing and grinding. Their skin slapped, slapped, slapped together.
“Oh, I’m gonna come.” His breathing became ragged and he gripped her harder. She was gonna come too, but she didn’t like to say in case she scared it away. They fucked each other hard, fast, gripping onto each other desperately, moaning each other’s names like they’d done this together a thousand times.
She began to shake, climaxing, moaning “oh god, oh, oh” before releasing a long orgasm, her hips moving quickly, her forehead falling to his shoulder. He felt warmth spill through his groin as this sent him over the edge. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come for you” he groaned over her noise as he fucked her faster, squeezing her back. He came inside of her with a heavy breath, her mewing and moaning on his cock as she rode out her orgasm, his come dripping onto her pussy and her thighs.
Slowly, it came to an end, and they sat still, wet, hot, in their embrace, her face buried into his neck, his arms cradling her back. She felt safe, she noticed, still slowly moving against him. He moaned quietly, letting her.
“That was amazing.”
She nodded, smiled, and kissed him sweetly on the mouth. “It was, wasn’t it?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cz2znx/i_23_f_wasnt_as_classy_as_id_hoped_on_my_first
You can’t ghost a girl like that. Not when there’s so much to gain!
U need to have ur panties stuffed in mouth