The best part about meeting someone new is discovering and uncovering all the things that make them tick.
When I first met Sarah she was, at first blush, a pretty blond with a short prince valiant hair cut and style of dress that whispered librarian, or teacher.
She wasn't the type of woman that turned my head generally but we both had complicated circles of friends that, if drawn, would more resemble detailed crop circles, than Borromean rings. We found ourselves constantly awash in people we didn't know so we would sit and drink and people watch. We both had a voyeuristic streak that included eavesdropping on the couples around us. It turned out we were very compatible.
One night after both our groups ditched us (I think it was intentional) I took her home.
On her darkened doorstep she fumbled for her key and placed it in the lock. Then she turned to me and said "good night" and we locked eyes. Instead of saying goodnight in return I took her by the shoulders in an ungainly attempt to hug her. She leaned in and we kissed.
The first electric short kiss, was followed by a long passionate hold that neither of us wanted to break.
I was thinking to myself, 'no tongue, not yet, it's too soon', when I felt her warm wet firm tongue touch my lips. I let her probe her way in and our tongues touched, setting my nerves on fire.
It was about this time that I noticed she was running her hand up my thigh until she found the bulge that had begun to strain against my jeans. She unzipped my pants and snaked her hand inside. The first thing I felt was her hand reaching through my boxers and finding my balls. Her hand explored and weighed them squeezing and kneading them gently.
I wanted her so badly that I broke the kiss.
"let's go inside." I said.
Her hand followed the base of my engorged cock along it's length and back.
"No." She said.
She turned her attention to my button and deftly unbuttoned my jeans lowering them slowly. As she did she looked back up at me with a wicked smile. A smile I didn't think she had in her. I looked around, the streets were quiet and her porch was dark.
She dropped down in front of me and freed my cock from my boxers. Again she ran her fingers from my balls, along my shaft to the head. She made a fist, a fairly tight fist, over the head of my cock and she forced it slowly down on my cock. I was so hard, almost painfully hard, and she smiled as she watched my cockhead force her fingers apart as she slowly lowered her fist down. As the head appeared from between her fingers, her mouth was there to meet it. I had never felt anything like it. Her soft hot wet mouth following the rough treatment her hand had given me.
'Ohhhhhhh,' was all I could utter as she began to work my cock in earnest. She sucked the head in and let her tongue slide up and down beneath the head, then she cupped my balls as she sucked me deep. My hands involuntarily went to her head and I rotated my hips forward fucking her mouth. She nodded and shook her head slowly my cock dancing in her mouth. She slid back and then forward again. My lust built and I held her head firmly as I pivoted my hips against her.
I felt my cock meet the back of her throat and I paused, but she didn't. She reached up and held my ass cheeks, pulling herself onto me further. After the initial resistance, she took me all the way in. I watched as my cock disappeared into her pretty mouth. she held me there and I felt her tongue slide out under my prick and lick my balls. She then backed off took a breath and went down again. this time as I hit the back of her throat she let out a long 'mmmmmmmm' the buzzing on my cock was almost too much.
The next time she came up I tried to pull her up.
"let's go inside" I said again.
"No" was all she said. As she stared at me she began fist fucking my cock again.
