"I'm early. Shit." Maeve thought to herself as she pulled onto his street.
She tossed her long, wavy brown hair over her shoulders and reapplied her red lipstick in the mirror. She looked at herself one more time and smiled. He told her how much he liked her dimples a few nights ago, and for the first time in a long time she appreciated them. She looked down at her phone.
Peter had just texted to ask her to be a little late because his oven started on fire, so she pulled around the block and waited 10 min, then texted him that she was outside. As he came outside with his dog she admired his broad shoulders, strong body, and handsome face. She realized he looked a little bit like Danny Zuko from Grease with his curly brown pompadour. They took a walk around the block so his apartment had some time to air out from all the smoke.
She was freezing. She'd dressed for the date in a thin oversized striped button down with enough buttons undone to expose some cleavage and a few buttons on the sides undone too, a black leather jacket, skinny jeans, and her chelsea boots. She smoothed her hands over her curves to warm herself up. She wasn't expecting to be in the cold, but she didn't mind so much since they were having a good conversation, and she really liked him. She wanted him to warm her up, but it was only their second date and while she was pretty sure they were going to have sex tonight, she wasn't someone who was that forward. Plus, she wanted to see what kind of effort he was willing to put in.
They got back inside and solved the oven problem together. There was some grease on the bottom and she suggested covering it up with aluminum foil, which worked. He was cute when he was nervous and a little panicked. He had her bring ingredients to make a dressing and when she started chopping the garlic and grabbing mustard and white wine vinegar from his shelves, he was surprised.
"Oh, you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I know how to make salad dressing," she laughed at him, with a twinkle in her eye. He seemed amused and if not even slightly impressed.
He looked at her from across the kitchen and she was sure he was going to kiss her, but he just stared at her and smiled and told her she had a really good glasses game. That look made her breathe more heavily, and she could feel herself start to get turned on, her pussy getting a little wet and her clit swelling just a little as he bit his lip and complimented her.
After they ate, he looked at her across the couch and finally asked if he could kiss her. She immediately said yes, and as soon as his lips touched hers she exploded with desire. He moved her onto his lap, straddling him and he grabbed her cute, generous ass through her jeans as he moved his hands up and under her shirt.
"No bra, huh?" he teased her as he played with her nipples.
"I wanted to give you easier access," she laughed.
She started slowly moving her hips as she licked his neck and nibbled on his ear.
"I want to eat you out," he said, simply and matter of factly.
She looked at him, amazed that he was so direct and frank about something she wanted so badly. He didn't have to say that to her twice.
She let out a small sigh and said, "Yes, please. Lead the way."
He took her hand and led her to the bedroom where he told her to get on the bed, as he stood over her and started unbuttoning her pants, pulling them over her hips and under her ass until he discarded them on the floor.
He took a minute to look at her before he started unbuttoning her shirt and kissing down her body, kissing her round, perky tits and taking her nipple in his mouth and teasing her with his tongue. She let out soft moans as he played with her tits, and used one finger to trace the slit between her pussy lips through her panties.
"Wow, you are very wet," he said to her as he bit his lip. "I can't wait to taste you."
He kissed down her soft stomach and down her hips, and he spread her legs and pulled off her panties. He kneeled in front of her and started gently licking the entire length of her pussy with his whole tongue, avoiding her clit the first few times and then gently circling it with his tongue. She grasped the sheets underneath her and tilted her head backward in pleasure letting out a long, loud moan.
"Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good. Jesus fucking Christ."
He continued to gently and methodically lick and tease her and then put two fingers inside of her and started stroking her g spot while moving his fingers in and out of her soaking, throbbing pussy. She was ready to come, and couldn't hold it in any longer. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while he licked her clit with a rhythm that made her come, harder than she had in a long time. She thought he would be done, but he waited until her first orgasm subsided, continuing to gently touch her g spot as his fingers moved in and out of her pussy. He licked around her inner lips until she was less sensitive and he moved back up to her clit. She came again, this time within seconds of his tongue touching her clit again.
She pulled him up to her and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. "You are really good at that, Peter," she purred. "Now it's your turn."
She quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head, unbuttoned his pants, and he helped her take both his pants and boxers off in one go. She looked at him, straddled him, and kissed him, deeply. She could still taste her pussy as her tongue explored his mouth. She started kissing down his neck, down his chest, playing with his chest hair, and taking each of his nipples into her mouth. She reached down and started gently stroking his cock, and made her way between his legs and kneeled between them.
She made sure to catch his eye, and before she could take him in her mouth, he said, "You know, I jerked off a few times earlier today thinking about this."
"Haha, so did I," she replied.
