Short one here. I'd been dating Janine for a couple of weeks, never getting too physical mostly because we both had wicked busy schedules. There was one "you should come over to my place" moment, but I literally did NOT have the time due to a proposal being due to a client the very next day. (I apologized profusely, said I was definitely down with the idea in theory and would call her immediately the first night I was free.)
Things cooled down at our respective employers. The stars and schedule books aligned. We were to have our first dinner date with "afters." The restaurant was superb. We both had light meals, smiling nervously at the mutual acknowledgement that we didn't want a full meal interfering with our after dinner plans.
At her place. Wine. Light conversation. I made "The Move," my patented maneuver that consisted of sliding my hand slowly but firmly up the side of her body from mid-thigh to shoulder. Just close enough to the good parts to be daring yet far enough away to tease. Kissing. "The Move, Part II" (same, but this time no teasing).
I started kissing down her neck and chest, opening one tiny button on her shirt at a time. Bar is a frontie, yay! I hesitate before undoing the clasp, but her eyes are all the "yes means yes" necessary. Pulling the lacy cups aside, I nurse on her strawberry puff nipples until her breath is coming in ragged gasps. I kiss my way down further, but when I get to her waist she stops me and slides down off the couch.
"My turn," she moans, leaning in to unbutton my shirt. Her kisses are faster and more insistent. Moments later, she is helping me out of my pants. Belt buckle undone. Belt whipped from loops and thrown to the side. Zipper down, butt up, pants down at ankles. But oops, shoes still on. I make lame joke about being screwed if we have to run from a fire, but then gasp as she engulfs my cock, taking me straight down her throat.
And holy crap, she's a talker! Every third or fourth time sucking me, she pulls off and tells me how great my cock tastes, how she's been looking forward to eating my cum for weeks, how she wants to spend the whole night sucking my cock, starts listing all the ways she's going to eat my cum that weekend (lick it up after I cum in her hand, drink it from a wine glass, straight down her throat, in her mouth and then gulp it down, THE WORKS.)
Normally, it takes a while for me to cum from a blowjob. Not this time. She pulls off and says "I can taste the pre-cum oozing out of your cock," I turn into The Human Gusher. If you told me that there's a drop of cum still dangling from her ceiling, I'd believe you. After the first couple of "surprise!" jets, she recovers and swiftly moves her head to intercept the rest. Cumming into her mouth is amazing. When she goes all the fucking way down, teeth grinding against my pubic one and my cock literally as deep as it can possibly go into her throat, it feels like nothing else in the Universe. My cock and her throat are one, welded together by cum and awe.
Eventually, I fade and slowly make the trek back down from Olympos. My cock softens on its own, withdrawing ever so slowly as she refuses to release me. When I'm completely limp, nestled gently in her warm mouth, she looks up at me and swallows my cum with eyes half-lidded in apparent ecstasy.
What seems like an eternity later, she releases me and sits back on her heels. She was pretty good about catching most of the cum, but LOTS of it shot out before she had been able to react. It's all over her. About half her face is glazed over, and there's globs on her neck and chest. Giggling, she looks down, and with a finger slowly wipes up each errant dollop and eats them one-by-one as I look on in rapt silence.
When her neck and tits are cleaned off, she gets up and returns to her seat on the couch next to me, picking up her wine glass.
At this point, I have absolutely no idea what to do. The world's most awkward yet sexually tense pause ensued. Her look: smouldering satisfaction with just the tiniest naughty smirk. My look: the usual confused doofus stare. Eventually, I gather just barely enough composure to clear my throat and say "uh, you still have a lot of cum all over your face."
Her response? "I Know."