First Date

"I want to kiss you," I said as we stood up from our cafe table at closing time.

"You should, then," you replied.

I bent down and gave you a gentle, brief kiss. I stood a good ten inches taller than you, giving me a nice view down your blouse. I had to pull my eyes up to your face and your beautiful blue eyes. I took your hand in mine as we stepped out the door.

"Do you want to talk in my car?" you asked, "I'm parked across the street."

"Sure!" I replied, and smiled as we crossed the street. I was elated that our first date was going so well. We had been texting for a few days after meeting on Tinder, and I had suggested meeting at a cafe in the cool part of town. Unlike most restaurants and bars, Cafe Stella had no big screen TVs to distract from conversation and eye contact.

We had talked over cups of tea about our kids and tarot cards and cats and pronouns. Two of your kids were non-binary, and your adopted boy kitten turned out to a girl. My oldest was non-binary, too. We had held hands as we talked in Cafe Stella.

And now I was sitting in your car, stroking your thigh in fishnet stockings. You were wearing a short skirt, and you didn't object as my hand slid up under your skirt. I was surprised to feel the stockings come to an end; you were wearing garters! And as my hand slid upwards I soon discovered that you were wearing nothing else. I stroked your hairy mound, and you moaned in approval.

"Let's get in the backseat where we'll have more space," you said as you broke away from another kiss. I stepped out of your car and then slid the passenger seat forward for maximum leg room before joining you in the backseat.

I stroked your long, blond hair before gently grabbing your hair and pulling your head back so I could kiss you again. Your mouth opened to mine and I slipped my tongue in. You closed your lips around my tongue and sucked, making my cock twitch.

I slid my hand back up your skirt and rubbed against your warm mound. I slid my hand down to your pussy, which was already dripping wet. I rubbed my hand over your pussy lips and you moaned with pleasure as I slipped a finger into your pussy. You slid your hips forward, giving me easier access. I curled my finger up against your g spot and started stroking come hither. Your thighs quivered against my wrist and you moaned louder. I slid a second finger in and kept stroking slowly. I could feel your pussy juices dripping down my knuckles as I rubbed your g spot incessantly. I broke from our kiss and slid my close-cropped, bearded chin against your neck, burying my face in your golden locks as you shook beneath me.

The windows were steaming up as you slid a hand down to play with your clit while I stroked your g spot. You moaned even louder and shook as you squirted over my hand, cumming hard, drenching the seat cover. I pulled my dripping wet hand up and licked your juices off a finger before offering my fingers to you. You sucked your juices off my fingers, taking my fingers deep into your mouth in turn.

I slid my hand down your neck and shoulder to your breast, which was still heaving. I found your nipple and squeezed it, and you moaned your approval loud enough that I wondered if we could be overheard.

You smiled as you popped your boob out of your bra and I stooped down to kiss your bare nipple. You stroked the back of my head as I sucked your nipple into my mouth and lightly bit it. You moaned in earnest, inviting me to bite harder. The harder I bit, the louder you moaned. I slid my fingers back into your pussy and started stroking your g spot again. You moaned louder and louder before climaxing again.

I sat back and pulled you into a cuddle. You stroked my chest, and asked, "So, Friday?"

"Yes. Friday," I replied, and smiled in anticipation.

To be continued...