Tom's place was a small, unexceptional one bedroom. It was clean but not flashy, the furniture was mostly spartan although the couch was nice and the TV was big. I wasn't impressed by the place but I was impressed by how well he kept it. We sat on the couch and he retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen, which he put on the Ikea coffee table.
He moved pretty fast at this point. We chatted and sipped our wine for only a few minutes before he moved in for a kiss and felt me up over my dress. I pulled back to pour myself another glass of wine, which I drank while he sweet talked me. Then he moved in again, kissing me more and flopping my breasts out of my dress. "Damn," he said, and then reached his right hand underneath the lower part of my dress, where he began rubbing against my pussy and clit over the top of my panties with the heel of his hand. At this point I was kissing him back hard and completely turned on. I put my hands up the back of his shirt and ran them up his back, which felt so different, there was not an ounce of flab on it. I could feel his muscles moving as he continued to apply pressure on me, slightly nudging up and down. He started pulling off my soaked panties and I laid on my back, hungrily extending my legs together to help the process along.