A few years ago, I was living at home with my parents while attending university in my city. This made dating and hooking up pretty difficult, as there was no way I could ever have a *boy* over. I usually solved that problem by only seeing older guys who had their own place, but then I met Miles.
His Tinder profile showed that he was 25, gorgeous, and had similar interests as me, so off on a date we went. The chemistry on that first date was through the roof. We got a drink and chatted for ages, gradually moving our bodies closer together til my legs were practically draped over his in the secluded booth. The bar eventually closed and we were forced to leave and roam the streets til we found a nice little staircase to sit on and continue chatting and touching.
We cozy up to each other, and I fully drape my legs over his. At this point, I’m desperate for him to kiss me, but he’s staring at me and stroking my outer thigh, moving up, up, up, up (my skirt was quite short :))… we kiss, our mouths colliding and tongues dancing. His mouth felt so warm and wet and perfect, his full lips feeling so good against mine. I couldn’t help but imagine how his lips would feel on my lips “downstairs,” and the thought lit my pussy on fire.