First Date Sex With A Hot Guy

The following story is 100% true, just as it happened. After all, why make something up when you can tell the story of something real that happened instead.

I hope you enjoy it! I did.

Leah xoxo

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It all started with a WhatsApp message.

Well, ok, that isn't strictly true. It all started on a dating app, about 5 days before that. But none of that matters. I'm talking about the interesting part -- the part where it dawned on me that I was starting to get really attracted to him. I asked him if he wanted to move things off the dating app and gave him my phone number.

So, there I was, sitting on my bed in my pajamas, staring at the phone, waiting for something to happen.

It didn't take him long before the phone vibrated and his message appeared at the top. Without thinking, I touched my finger to the screen and WhatsApp opened itself up. There he was, being pretty brazen about it all.

"Does this mean you like me then? Micheal."

Ha!

I liked his fun touch of confidence, asking outright. I smiled and started typing. "We'll have to see. I haven't even met you yet."

I remember thinking he was probably right, though. Somehow, I had the impression I was going to like him.

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated again. "I'm free this weekend. Saturday?"

And, just like that, I had a date. A jitter of excitement flared up through my chest. I couldn't believe I was thinking about this at all - about a guy I'd never even met. But my new approach was to embrace my 20s as fully as I could. I was going all out.

And if I liked him when we met, my plan was to fuck him on the first date.

Saturday came around all too quickly, it seemed. It was closing on 7pm and Micheal was supposed to be arriving any moment.

I can't say it was a clever idea, inviting a guy around to where I lived like that, having never properly met him. I admit that much but, on the other hand, our dating app experience was not the first I knew of him. He was a friend of a girl I knew and they seemed to be fairly close. She was (and still is) in a really strong relationship, so they were just friends, but it meant I knew who he was. I also knew people that knew him, so it felt relatively safe. We'd said hi before and had been in the same places, and sometimes even in the same groups, but I didn't properly know him.

What I do know, is that he was hot. So, when his profile turned up on the app, I hatched a little bit of a plan. And that led me to where I was, feeling both very excited and nervous as fuck at the same time, wondering whether this was going to turn out to actually be a good idea or a terrible one.

I was living in a shared house and the other girls were in. They'd offered to go out for my date, but I'd asked them to stay, just to make sure I was safe. I didn't tell them I'd never really met him before though, just in case I did go through with it all and they heard me having sex with him. That would have been a disaster. So, I kept it to myself.

The doorbell jolted my mind back on track.

Shit.

He's here. Thoughts started racing around my head of what I was going to do if we didn't get on at all and I couldn't get rid of him. Why the fuck didn't I meet him out in a bar somewhere? I could have just taken him home if we'd got on well, or called the plan off if we didn't. How fucking silly of me!

Anyway, that was all out the window now. He was at my door, and I had to let him in. Time to live in the moment.

I took the latch off and slowly swung the door open, revealing him. He did look very handsome, I have to say that, give him his credit. The boy had style, and he was fairly tall. He was always well-groomed, with stubble and his hair carefully cut short.

I swallowed and felt my midsection tighten up, but did my best to plaster a relaxed smile over my face. I have no idea how good a job I did of convincing him I wasn't nervous as fuck. Anyway, he probably either didn't care or thought it was cute. He was here because he wanted to fuck me.

I'd like to think he was expecting to have to go at least a few dates before I'd give it up for him. I guess he didn't know how close he was to getting laid, if he played his cards right.

"Hello," I said, mustering up a more playful smile and looking him in the eyes.

He held my gaze and a tiny, but very handsome smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Hi Leah. You look gorgeous." His eyes filled with a quiet, blazing confidence that hypnotised me just a little, taking the edge off and helping me relax.

My smile became more genuine, all of a sudden. There was just something about him -- a kind of charm that I couldn't put my finger on. Right at that moment, I got my first sense of how the night was going to play out.

"Come inside," I said. "We have just under an hour until dinner's ready." I kicked myself on the inside.

For fuck's sake, Leah, he doesn't need to know that right now. Let him come in through the fucking door first, at least.

After taking his coat and placing it up on a hook on the wall, I made an intuitive, if slightly anxious, decision to put my foot down on the gas just a little. I turned to him in the fairly tight hallway and put my hand on his forearm, looking up into his eyes again. I leaned in slightly and stroked a fingertip against his chest playfully. "Can I get you some wine?" My smile broadened out. "Don't judge me, but I've had a little bit already."

We had dinner on the sofa because it's way more comfortable than having a table between you, especially when you're trying to get more physical with someone. In the end, any fears I might have had that things would get weird between us were pretty quickly alleviated. He was charming and funny... and very confident. I really enjoyed his company, in fact.

I deliberately made tapas-style dishes so there was lots of playful tasting to be done, and we didn't shy away from feeding things to each other. And then there was wine. Lots and lots of wine.

I basically spent the entire evening giving him signal after signal that touch was what I wanted, shifting closer and closer as we went on into the night. It started with his forearms again, but then soon after I was touching and stroking his lovely strong shoulders. Soon, I moved on to his chest, with little, playful strokes every time he said something funny or cheeky.

There was so much palpable chemistry between us that, well, I guess we just went with the flow of it all. And time went by without us realising.

It was around 2 in the morning when I looked at my phone and saw how late it was. I decided I had to do something about it. That was when our magic little moment came. I guess it's the kind of thing that two people end up making happen between them, when they both really want the same thing.

I'd already been leaning up fairly tight against his side, holding onto his arm loosely and sitting on my feet, so I could sort of cuddle my knees up against his thigh. I think it was when he was making me laugh again and I turned to face him. It was at that moment our faces - partly through luck, partly through naturally wanting to be closer together -- happened to come within several inches of each other.

We caught each other's eyes dead on and things got very intense for a second. Then he looked down at my mouth, and then back to my eyes again. I looked at his lips too. I remember feeling my breath change. I remember knowing exactly what I wanted, right then.

I felt his fingertips touch gently against my face, and then trail down to my chin. I saw him lower his eyes again, down to my mouth, as he leaned in to me. I remember letting myself ride along with it all, touching him affectionately. And then I leaned in to meet him, and closed my eyes too.

The moment our lips touched is burned into my memory, and his gorgeous hot breath. I loved the taste of his tongue, as his darted into my mouth and then mine into his.

The breathless kissing and the murmurs of sensual enjoyment were mixed with something else -- something more primal... A deep sense of the not-yet-satisfied.

And it couldn't be satisfied.

Until we had sex.

And we both knew it.

I whispered to him without our lips ever really disconnecting. "I want you to stay the night with me." My voice was barely audible.

"Yeah," he said. Nothing more. Just that one word. That was enough. Both our hormones were ablaze anyway -- we could barely manage to say more.

His kiss got noticeably more intense from the moment he knew he was going to fuck me. I could feel his lust racing through his veins.

We spent the next few minutes kissing each other's necks and earlobes, getting more and more turned on by the sound and feel of our breath. Letting ourselves get carried away with the moment.

Soon he placed his hand on my abdomen and teased a couple of fingers up over my skin, until he was massaging my boobs. He could tell I wanted it. He could tell I wanted him. And now my breathing was telling him I wanted more. A lot more.

I eased my own hand down to the inside of his big thigh and squeezed the muscle sensually. Then I repositioned myself slightly to get more comfortable, kissing him full on the lips, nice and deep. And I reached my hand right down between his legs.

He was already fully hard and there was quite a bit to him down there. I eased away from the kiss slightly, keeping my eyes on his lovely mouth, and I pressed myself tightly against him, full-on groping his hard cock.

"Micheal," I whispered.

He looked me in the eyes.

"I want you to fuck me."

He took my hand straight away, running on impulse. "You wanna go upstairs now?"

My answer had slipped out of my mouth before I even realised what I was doing -- or thought it through in any way. "No."

He paused, looking confused.

"I want us to stay down here, handsome." I waited to gauge his reaction. "I want to have sex with you right here."

That caught him off-guard. "You sure?" He grinned from the corner of his mouth. "Aren't you concerned about your roommates coming down or something?"

"No. That's kind of the point, silly." I smirked at him and brushed one of my hairs away from his forehead. "We're taking a risk. Are you in?"

"Of course I am." He laughed at me just a little. "Look at you, being all dangerous."

Our fun moment of play soon gave way to the start of another slow kiss which heated up very, very quickly. The sensuality went out the window first, and then it got really crazy.

One moment we were breathlessly tongue-kissing and all over each other, then next he was practically tearing my top off.

I have to admit I felt nothing short of admiration when he unclipped my bra with one hand as I groped his hard dick again through his jeans.

And then, there I was, laying back topless in my own shared living room, as this gorgeous, sexy man sucked my boobs. All I could do was dig my fingers into his hair and go with it, letting him lick and tease my nipples, floating away in the haze of alcohol and loving each flick of his tongue.

There are not many things in life hotter than a man getting the pace just right when going down on you. Women tend to do it well most of the time. Micheal got it right.

He left my nipples excited and hard, then rose to pin me to the sofa and kiss me like he'd just hunted me down and now was going to eat me. Fucking sexy bastard.

The best sexual experiences are those gorgeous times when you just have this unwavering sense that you're going to get head, even while you both still have most of your clothes on. It allows you to sink deep into the anticipation and enjoy it all, feeling like you're so attractive that he just needs to consume you.

I took the chance to unbutton his shirt while we kissed, enjoying the firm strength of his chest and shoulders, his hair. I met his hunger head on with my own, pushing my tongue into his mouth excitedly.

He got the kissing and licking down my abdomen just right, then holding my panties by the elastic at the sides, pulling just enough to make me feel like they were going to come down, but instead kissing and licking me along the insides of my thighs, then through the soaked fabric of my underwear.

When they did come off, they came off decisively and I loved that about him. There was just this moment where he decided he had to have me, right then, and pulled them off me.

I helped, of course, by keeping my legs together and bending them up in front of him, lounging like a model having her clothes taken off for her by a man. He eased them along my legs and off my feet.

And then he threw them across the room and smiled his lovely smile at me.

Oh my God.

I fucking loved him.

Also: MUST. REMEMBER. TO. PICK. THEM. UP. AFTER.

I found myself laying right back on the sofa, spreading my legs wider than I thought I even could, and then seemingly forgetting I lived in a shared house.

I also loved his moment of getting so close to me down there, until I could feel his breath, but not touching me yet. I do really like men who are confident enough to tease.

And then I felt him.

I made a lot more noise than I should have when he was going down on me. He got really close to me, devouring my wetness and kissing me properly down there. Each time he sucked my clit or I felt his tongue dart deep inside me, he owned me.

I must have been a mess by the time I came, hair all over the place and feeling liberated by the deep, satisfying contractions of my spine as I pressed my head back into the cushions and whimpered for more love, tensing and contracting hard through my thighs and pelvis as he made me orgasm.

It was fucking glorious. Delicious. And I still seemed to be totally ignoring the risk of us being disturbed and what might happen if we were.

He helped me up by my hands, and I pushed him down onto the sofa in return. Playful, naughty little girl.

What're you gonna do about it, stud?

I wanted to use his own tactics against him, so I pinned him and started hungrily tongue-kissing him, embracing the taste of myself from his lips. I added a little spice by telling him I was going to suck his cock and he was all mine, or something along those lines. I don't entirely remember -- not word for word. It was the kind of thing you can say with confidence while you're totally wasted, but otherwise you might only say to a lover that you know better.

I was the former. God, I really was. In fact, I nearly lost balance as I leaned over him.

I loved kissing down his chest and licking his nipples. I know men don't tend to like that as much but I didn't really give a shit. I was doing what I wanted. Anyway, I'd recently learned that if you do what you want with enough confidence it kind of becomes sexy by default.

Just for good measure I started to stroke his dick through his jeans again. The boy was certainly hard. And I was excited to find out more

I was still licking and kissing his abs when I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, but I shifted around to kneel between his legs before I went further, letting him shuffle and get comfortable too. I needed his help to get his jeans off -- men's legs are so heavy, and they weren't a very loose fit either, making it trickier.

Once they were on the carpet, out of the way, I didn't bother dragging things out for him. That wasn't what he wanted. I could see he was stretching his underwear already and decided to make him more comfortable, so I pulled them all the way down and off his feet, placing them on top of his jeans at my side.

He had a lovely, solid size and, for a moment, I sat staring at him in my drunken haze. I couldn't wait though. So, I didn't. I leaned right in and started to kiss and lick his balls. Soon, I had his thick shaft in my hand and was stroking him up and down, firmly, slowly.

I let him stretch and shift a little, easing down into the cushions, digging his fingers into them hard. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be enjoying himself as my hand pumped firmly up and down his cock. Time to up the pace. I rose up onto my knees.

"Hey," I whispered to him. He opened his eyes and looked straight at me. I caught his eye contact and held it firmly as I lowered my head, holding his hard cock straight up and licking his entire length with the flat of my tongue. "You have a big dick," I said, grinning. That made him smile back. It was true though.

I spent a little time teasing the head with the tip of my tongue, licking around him like that lovely cock was an ice cream melting in my hand. Before long, I had an insatiable urge to press my lips against that gorgeous, big, firm, head, then ease them down over it, taking him fully into my mouth.

I kept his gaze as I firmed up my lips just under the head, swirling my tongue around the tip and enjoying the taste of him, sucking like I was in love with him. Why not? I wasn't dating anyone at the time. Might as well act like I was. No one was looking or anything. Well, except for Micheal.

He slipped his hand around the back of my head, as they like to do, and I felt his fingers ease into my hair, massaging. I loved it. I loved the control. And that was my cue, so I closed my eyes and began to bob my head, making my sexy little murmurs as I went, loving him deeply, enjoying the slutty feeling of my spit all over his hard cock. I felt it build up in my mouth, then spread onto his length as my lips slid over it. The more of it there was, the more it made its way down his shaft, onto his balls.

I leaned back for a moment, letting him go from my mouth, gasping a little into the silence of the room. I knelt forward and licked my spit from his balls before it went too far and got anywhere it shouldn't have been, like onto the sofa.

When I returned to licking his length, the saliva there felt cool against my lips. I guess it was kind of refreshing in a weird way. Anyway, it was still very much lubricating my hand, allowing my fist to glide smoothly up and down his dick.

A sense of urgency overtook and, knowing he was waiting for me -- knowing he needed my mouth -- so I slipped my lips tightly around his cock once again. This time, I went in intensely for a moment, bobbing my head quickly, loving him fully, flicking the head with my tongue each time I rose up high, letting him glide along my tongue each time I took him deep.

I had to affectionately shush him once or twice, as his groaning got louder. Besides, I certainly didn't want him to lose it in my mouth. Not this early, anyway. Not after all this build-up.

I lowered my pace to a level where he seemed satisfied but comfortable, then let him enjoy as I lovingly sucked his cock at a nice rhythm. It felt perfect, in fact. I was on cruise control, keeping him right at that sweet spot -- keeping the intensity up on his pleasure, but never taking him so far that he ended up filling my mouth with his sperm.

I didn't care about anything but the blowjob I was giving Micheal. I was enjoying myself, enjoying the anticipation. Looking forward to what was coming after.

The intoxicating mix of sensations hit me hard as I thought about our sex - the danger of being caught, the affection, intimacy and fiery hormones that filled the room. I felt like an irresistibly attractive object of his affection, as gorgeous Micheal stared down at me with his cock in my mouth.

I stroked his big thigh and looked up at him like I loved him -- something my ex used to like a lot. For Micheal, a concoction of sexual desire and affection would have to pass for love, but I was sure he'd be ok with that. Again, why not embrace it? You're only young once, right?

And so, I licked his balls, licked his lovely shaft, sucked the head of his hard dick and stared into his eyes. I knew I could have made him cum if I'd wanted to, but I wasn't going to. Not yet.