Tom sat on the white sofa in the comfortable privacy of Sandra’s apartment.
Can I get you something to drink, Tom? A beer perhaps?
“Sure, I’d love one,” he said.
She arrived a few seconds later with two bottles of beer in her hand, and scooted next to him on the couch.
“Cheers!” she said. Their bottles clinked. As he sat sipping his beer, He could feel her warm thighs pressed against his jeans clad legs. She had a skirt on, and a cleavage revealing blouse on. He felt pleasantly tipsy. He could feel himself bulging in his pants, the blood flowing through his member.
Sandra turned to him and gently played with his hair and his ear and his neck. She barely touched him, but he felt electricity on his skin and his nipples tense and his precum start to flow out of his cock and into his pants.
Tom was completely inexperienced. Up until then, he’d only looked at porn. Having a living breathing woman next to him was intoxicating. He could smell her shampoo, the alcohol on her breath. The alluring smell of her skin. He was so scared but so turned on. She made him feel so comfortable and and cozy.