The second chapter in the development of the intimacy in a new relationship. Following from 'First Intimate Touch' .
A couple have their third date and enjoy dinner followed by some intimate desert!
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Dinner had been delicious in more ways than one. Drinking each other in as they gazed at one another across the table had given her as heady a sensation as drinking the red wine had done. This third date had been romantic, but as always seemed to be the case with them, also highly charged sexually.
Holding hands across a table had never before felt like foreplay, but the soft movement of his thumb brushing her palm and then smoothing across her wrist had sent a charge through her whole body.
She'd removed her shoe during dinner and had stroked his ankle with her stocking clad toes. Slowly at first across his ankle and then edged her toe up above his sock so she could feel his skin through the sheer denier. The slight intake of breath from him told her that she was having just as much impact on him and he was on her.
Returning to the car they had walked not just holding hands, but with their arms around each other, seemingly both needing as much contact with the others body as possible. Suddenly in the alleyway approaching the car park he had stopped, and turned her towards him.
His hands tenderly held her face and stroked down her neck, with a shiver she lifted her face and with his eyes drawing her in they kissed, gently at first and then they both allowed the passion to take over. His tongue and hers probing and feeling as their eyes locked on each other seemingly telling one another the thoughts that ran through their heads.
"I think we need to get home before this becomes indecent," he chuckled as he took her hand and they continued towards the car.
In between their initial date they'd talked endlessly on the phone, hours had slipped away between them, as they shared their thoughts and desires. Now in each other's presence words almost didn't need to be said. They knew this was special, not just a sexual desire, although the chemistry between them was electric, this was a meeting of minds as well.
They both felt something more and wanted to give it time to develop, so they had agreed a plan of steps the Five F's (French, Feel, Finger, Fellatio and Fuck.) Interestingly the delayed gratification was making the whole experience even more exciting, like a tantric sex exercise. They were definitely at step three tonight!
Arriving home they walked into the kitchen, she poured them a glass of red wine. Standing there next to the granite counter she felt overwhelmed by his physicality, he was tall and broad shouldered, but lean in all the right places. His eyes hypnotised her and she felt like a ditzy schoolgirl when he looked at her with such a deep hunger.
They touched wine glasses and each took a sip, all the while drinking with their eyes the others form. She had worn a sexy wrap dress, knowing it flattered her curves, under it she wore a navy silk all-in-one body and matching stockings. The underwear and dress worked well together giving him a sexy view of her cleavage and hints of the breasts that were waiting to be touched.
Taking her glass from her he placed them to one side he said, "I don't think we really need this."
As he turned back to her she caught her breath, his eyes looked greener than usual and more brilliant. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her towards him. As his lips took hers his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She gave in to the desire that had been building all evening.
Stroking his head as they kissed, she knew she just wanted him, more than she had wanted anyone, it thrilled her and scared her, but she also felt confident that he was feeling the same.
"I can't wait to taste you," he declared.
Then his hands moved inside her dress and brushed aside the fabric covering her breasts. Her back arched as his fingers stroked and teased her nipples.
"Oh god," she gasped.
Her body shuddered his touch on her nipples was creating a unique affect on her. She could feel them tensing and her breasts swelled and warmed under his touch.
Kisses trailed across her face and then down her neck towards her breasts, she felt dizzy and leaned against the granite counter for support, then his hands were on her leg, slowly tracing her knee and then gliding towards her thigh. She was ready for him, more than ready she was hot and wet for him. She couldn't wait to see the pleasure on his face when he discovered it.
Her head was spinning and she felt powerless and empowered at the same time. Her hands traced around his back pulling him closer and then she moved her hands towards where she already knew she would discover his cock to be hard with excitement. She wasn't disappointed, his jeans were strained and she could tell his cock was growing under her touch.
"Not yet, I want to play with you first, you deserve to cum lots, I want to make you cum first," he looked into her eyes.
She could see that this was what he wanted, not just to please her, but because he enjoyed it. Getting her off was going to be a pure pleasure for him, as it was going to be awesome for her.
How she got there was a blur, but in amongst the stroking and kissing the next thing she knew she was sitting on the cold granite of the kitchen counter.
Her dress was completely open now and he was admiring the sexy underwear she wore, his mouth was enjoying the swell of her breasts and his hands were sending tingles up and down her legs.
Gradually he moved higher and she was pleased to witness the delight and fresh desire as he gathered how wet she was already.
"You're soaking," he declared with pride.
"Oh yes hunni, I've been wet for you for hours," she gasped.
His fingers stroked the warm flesh of her clit past the straining undergarment and then he expertly opened the poppers of her bodice allowing himself full access to her pussy. His fingers stroked and smoothed her seemingly gently, but the impact was anything but. She was desperate to have something inside her.
"Oh god, I want your fingers in me," she cried out.
"I've got something better planned, lie back," he commanded her and gently eased her down on the granite surface.
The contrast of hard cold of the granite felt incredible against the warmth of her pussy. It felt brazen and excitingly naughty and she didn't want it to stop. He lowered his head between her legs and she felt his tongue upon her, tracing the outer lips at first sucking her and toying with her. Her hands were stroking his head, encouraging him, wanting him to go further. Then his tongue was inside her, lapping up her juices.