Note: My stories are all 99% true, with minor details changed to help obscure identities. Anything that is purely fiction will be noted.
What was initially a platonic "date" for dinner then drinks at a local bar with Katie was seemingly taking a more intimate turn. However, our families had long been friends stemming from the close proximity of our parents' houses growing up, so I didn't want to be too presumptuous and damage what is otherwise a good acquaintance.
She is two years younger than me (me 29, her 27), and I'd developed one of those "maybe one day but probably not" attractions to her as she filled out into a gorgeous, curvaceous woman, standing 5ft 4 with what I estimated were borderline C/D cup tits, trim waist, and the most amazing biggest ass that I'm guessing I have her half Syrian heritage to thank. Her natural hair is light brown, not quite dirty blonde, but lends itself well to coloring and she'd range from platinum blonde to a dark auburn red throughout the years. She was now a fairly standard light yellowish blonde. I had gotten hints that she had a similar state of attraction to me here and there, but we never seemed to be single at the same time until this time.
I am your standard dark brunette 5ft 8in Irish/German midwestern build. Not slender necessarily, but still on the right side of stocky, with a waistline that fluctuates between 30 and 33 inches depending on my lifestyle. A fair amount of hair on my chest, abdomen, arms and legs (back is relatively naturally smooth), but not to the extent one would accuse me of having any Mediterranean in my blood.
I don't know which ancestry I have to thank for what I've been told is a gorgeous, perfectly "big but not too big" cock. A slightly upward curved, evenly pink model coming in at about 7 1/2 inches long, 5 1/2 around, circumcised with a large pronounced mushroom head the size of a doorknob. Sure, blowjobs have been an issue with some girls in the past, and I usually have to take it slow on initial penetration, but once we're into it I've had few complaints. Underneath sits a taught sack holding largish balls which are comparable to the "large" grocery store eggs sold in the US. Being a low maintenance kind of guy, the hair down there is usually free to grow wild, but I'd trim if I had a date coming up or my partner at the time preferred. Not being a hypocrite, I have never met a pussy that had too much hair on it.
So we're at the local watering hole and both feeling no pain, given we are within walking distance of my apartment so driving isn't required. This does obviously mean that Katie is coming home with me, but I'm happy to pass out on the couch and give her my bed and take her home in the morning. She's becoming a bit more forward as she works through a few gin and tonics, asking me about my tattoos, where did I get them (bunch of different shops), did they hurt (not really but depends on location), do I regret any (not one), confessing that she has a couple in mind but is nervous about pulling the trigger on. Her questions also give her license to be a little physical as she feels my forearm and biceps in order to determine how inked skin feels compared to virgin skin. I, not sure where this is headed, have slowed down a little on my rum and cokes, but am also certainly not in a sober state.
It's around 1 or 1:30 am, and some insecure "tough" guys are starting to get a bit out of hand, which is my cue to pay the tab and walk home. No offer to split iit was a good sign for me, since we split dinner earlier, not being on a "real" date, rather just talking and catching up as we've both been quite busy lately, me with work, and her with grad school. She gets the first door and I get the second, allowing me to test the waters gently guiding her the step down with my hand on the small of her back. I can just make out her smile when I do. The walk is only about 5 minutes, but we take it slow, casually walking quite close with shoulders touching at times as our slightly impaired gait allows.
Not wanting to create an awkward situation, I opt for the stairs over the brightly lit elevator we would surely have had to ourselves to make it to my third floor apartment. Not one moment after the door shuts, we instinctively start kissing in the entryway, getting more and more heated as what I'm not sure if are seconds or minutes are passing. Eventually we break to remove our shoes and I offer her some sweatpants, slipping into basketball shorts while getting them. She uses the guest bathroom to change into them, and I notice she must have removed her bra as her tits had less cleavage than before.
Already sitting on the couch when she comes out, I ask if she wants to watch anything, to which she simply climbs on top of my lap, picking up where we left off a few minutes earlier. She's stradling me, tongue practically down my throat, and I move my hand up her black tank top, soon feeling one of the biggest tits I've ever felt, its large nipple almost as hard as my cock is growing in my shorts. After a few more minutes of making out and feeling her up, I unbutton the top of her pants, but she stops me short when I put my hand down them. "Did I feel some fuzz or was that her panties?" I think to myself when she says "Not tonight, it's my time of the month."
