"Very well, it is my intention to take you for a drive in my car end up at my apartment, entice you inside for a drink and make sensual love to you."
Now that was quite a statement for a guy who didn't even know my name.
"Really, and what makes you think I'll go for that?"
Steve smiled "Because you've always wanted to drive a Beamer."
I had to grin at that because it was true. We really got to talking things over and he was just amazing. We stayed at the bar for several more hours. As the bar closed they finally asked us to leave. As we headed out the door Steve handed me the key's and told me I should take a test drive. I wasn't really sure that he meant the car.
Steve and I drove around for an hour or so before I asked for directions to his place. It turned out that lived in a very nice loft in the city. As we parked he leaned over and began to nibble at my neck. His tongue was very talented. We really began to get heated as he nuzzled me. I kept running my fingers through his hair. It was soft and baby fine. He'd moan every time my hands swept through it. Some how we made it out of the car and into the elevator. I loved the feel of that silk shirt on is body. He also surprised me by having lots of muscles. That sweater hid them well. As we swept off the elevator into his apartment he half carried me into the living room. I was very surprised to see no less than two dozen candle already burning in the darkness.
I dearly love a man's neck and I really began to taste Steve's. Just the right amount of salt and some very nice vanilla bodywash. I felt him set me down on a couch and began to fumble at the straps on my dress. I helped him get those off and removed his shirt. He really did work out a lot. As I began to undo his belt my anticipation grew. I was surprised when he knelt in front of me and buried his face in my panties. His arms worked their way around me and I was really impressed by his hands. He began to knead my lower back and bottom.
I let him finish undressing me and his tongue was everywhere.
"Nice tattoo." He said.
I grinned and he tongued my Little bull. I'm a Taurus and I have a little bull tattooed over my pussy. He helped me to the bed where he laid me down on my stomach and began to work my body with those magic hands. If you ask any ten people, you will find that all ten know how to inflict some kind of torture, but only two of those ten will know how to give a good backrub. He was definitely in the two. I began to fell more relaxed than I had in along time, as Steve kept running those magic hands over my body.
As I lay there on my stomach I truly thought I'd never had a better massage. I rolled over and found that Steve still had his pants on. It was nice to find someone who was willing to devote the time to making me feel good before attending to himself. I reached out and loosened his belt. I saw something pass across his eye's but it was gone before I knew what it was. As his pants hit the floor I wasn't surprised that he was hard, I was surprised that he was four inches tops. He leaned down and planted his lips on my pussy. He began doing wonderful things to me and then began to run his tongue up my body. About the time his lips were teasing my breasts I felt his cock pushing between my legs. I opened my legs and began to gently squirm back and forth. The farther his lips moved up my body the farther he penetrated into me. Just as he finally buried his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my pussy he gave a convulsive shudder and fell on me. I couldn't believe he'd cum already. He smiled and went back to lapping at my pussy. It didn't take him that much longer to bring me to the edge. He leaned back to look at me and I grabbed his head and buried it in my pussy. His tongue shot out and encompassed me fully. Waves of pleasure washed over my body as his tongue worked me. I held him there for what seemed like forever. His talented tongue kept working me. I've always heard that if you don't have it between the hips you'd better have it between the lips. And he did.
As I fell asleep in his arms I ran him through the checklist.
He had looks, style, muscles, and lots of lovely possessions. He had fantastic hands and a great tongue, a four inch dick was fine with me but he just couldn't use it. So he wasn't the best. (Sigh) Well I'd keep looking.
