This is my second story.
*Both characters are 19 years old. Names are intentionally left out.*
My Tinder date and I are at her house for the first time, it’s our second date. Last time she gave me such an incredible handjob that I just couldn’t pass up a second date. I am sitting alone in her living room on the brown, soft, pull-out sofa bed and I am waiting. It is a lushly furnished room, some houseplants, a few cupboards that are a little old, a massive wooden table directly in front of me and a slightly older but still large flat screen TV that is hanging a little crooked on the wall. She just wanted to quickly grab a few drinks. When she returns with 2 glasses in which transparent, bubbling lemonade sloshes, she has only a light shirt and a light blue slip on, the shirt barely covers the slip, it is simply not long enough.
“I brought you something my dear.”
“Oh yes”
She puts the two glasses on the wooden table and bends over me, unbuttoning my belt and pants with ease, pulling them down. I undo the only two buttons holding her shirt together and an incredibly beautiful bra, glowing in light blue, is coming towards me, smiling at me. I smile back. My cock becomes noticeably harder.