This is my first submission to Literotica. I'd really welcome constructive comments and/or emails exchanges of any kind (and I wouldn't mind some faint praise, if any of you like it!).
To say the least, this had never happened to me before. It was ostensibly our first date, I'd been in her apartment mere minutes, and already we were on the floor, struggling to get out of our clothes.
For months I had seen her pretty regularly. She worked at a coffee shop I was in some weekends and often on the weekdays, on the way to or from work. Her eyes were bright and she had a winning way of looking at you that just sucked you in and she was a great server -- the favorite of everyone, not just me. But I kept hoping that maybe she was being especially nice to me. She was always very friendly to me, always a little flirtatious, and I flirted right back. I'd hold eye contact just slightly too long, maybe brush my fingers against hers when taking the coffee -- touching her was electric.
She was pretty, but I won't make this one of those stories where everyone involved is a supermodel. She was in her mid-thirties, not especially tall, with a curvy body that I found wildly exciting, even though that wasn't the standard "type" I dated, if I had a type. She didn't dress especially provocatively, but fashionably -- and it was easy to see her large soft breasts, the gently curve of her stomach, her nice legs under a medium-length skirt. Sometimes she'd wear a v-neck shirt and lean over to talk to me, and I'd struggle to keep my eyes on hers, taking whatever opportunity presented itself to sneak a look down her top at her gorgeous breasts. I'd find myself growing hard as I sat there, trying to think of something to say to keep her at my table. I think she knew the sort of effect she had on me, and liked it. I wonder if she knew how often I wished she would invite me into the back so I could touch her and kiss her right there.
I was too shy to ask her out -- I figured that an attractive woman like her, working in a coffee shop, must be asked out all the time by patrons. But I was a regular, and we more and more often fell to talking, moving past just hello to small talk, then to more. I got her name, Lisa, and some responses to work. I didn't want to become one of those guys who thinks the people at the coffee shop are his best friends, just because they're friendly.
One afternoon when I had stopped in to do some work -- I needed to get out of the office and figured I would be as productive in the coffee shop as anywhere. Plus, I hoped she'd be there. Lisa came over when it was quiet and we started to chat, and as people came in, I knew she'd have to go back to work. Lisa suddenly said, "Hey, maybe we should get together sometime. What do you think?"
I was surprised at what she'd suggested, never really expecting that we'd get passed the small talk phase.
I wrote down my number hurriedly, and she gave me hers. Two nights later I called her to try to schedule a date -- or at least I hoped it would be a date. There's always that worry that maybe she had meant a "just friends" get-together.
She seemed happy to hear from me, so I asked her if she might want to get together sometime. Then she surprised me yet again, saying, "I'd love to... well, what are you up to tonight? Would you like to go get a drink?"
I told her I'd love to, and found out the directions to her place. I quickly shaved, got in the car, and drove to her apartment on a quiet, residential street not far from my own home. Almost as soon as I rang the bell, she answered, looking stunning in a tight black top, low-cut so I could see the curves of her wonderful breasts, and a medium-length dark skirt, sliding down tight from her hips, down over her ass, and along her legs. I stepped inside, and she barely stepped backwards, forcing me to stand so close to her, our bodies almost touching. I could smell her faint perfume and the wine in the glass she held, and could almost feel her body, we were so close.
"Hi," was all I could muster.
"Hello," she said softly, under her breath.
She took a small sip from her glass of wine, glancing up at me as she did, and smiling slightly. She leaned forward to place it on a bookshelf to my left, stepping in toward me as she did so. Standing close, she met my gaze and I said to her, quietly, "So, where are we going for our drink?"
"Well, we could go out," she replied, "but I have a bottle of wine, and it crossed my mind that we might want to stay here."
The tension in the room was palpable, to say the least. "Or," I said, quietly, hoping, "we might decide that we don't really want that drink."
She smiled again, looking up at me, that light, flirty smile. Teasing, a little, but inviting me in on the joke. "Yes, we might not."
She stepped in toward me, standing on her toes, and I reached for her, my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. I could feel her breasts pressed to my chest. I felt her hips push into mine, and I know she could feel my cock, already hard, as my hands slid down over her ass and drew her closer as they explored, feeling no line of underwear at the top of her thighs.
Our lips touched, and we both seemed to explode. Our kiss deepened, and my tongue slid into her mouth, and hers into mine. We were grabbing at each other, my hands squeezing her ass, grinding her against my hard cock. Her hands on my shirt, pulling me to her, reaching up to touch my face with her soft fingers as our lips teased and our tongues wrestled, then her hands moving down, frantically tugging at the buttons of my shirt.
She moaned against me, then broke our kiss momentarily. "I've wanted this for so long," she gasped. I realized that I had, too.
I turned her roughly and pressed her against the door, my fingertips pulling her skirt slowly higher, inching it up her thigh, my lips moving down the left side of her neck, kissing lightly, lower, down to the top of her shirt, then slowly back up, trailing the very tip of my tongue lightly over her skin, around the very edge of her earlobe, my breath soft on her ear.
She unbuttoned my shirt completely and tugged it open, tugging my t-shirt out of my pants and sliding her hands under, her fingers tracing over my stomach, up over my chest. I inched her skirt higher, then, growing more excited and impatient, I pulled her away from the door for a brief moment, long enough to yank her skirt up above her waist.
"Oh!" she gasped, startled, then melted into me, her hands in my hair, pulling me down to kiss me again. My hands touched her bare skin under her skirt, finding that she was wearing only the smallest of thongs. My strong fingers squeezed her soft bare ass, then slid down across the backs of her thighs, one of my fingers slipping between her legs, pressing to the sheer light silk of her panties, find her wet already, through the fabric. She gasped again, her legs opening wider as her knees buckled slightly. I stroked my finger over her wetness, sliding up to press against her clit through her panties, then down over her wet lips. "Please," she gasped, "Yes, there, right there." Then, as I slid her thong to one side, and dipped the tip of my finger into her, she moaned loudly. "Oh yes, but it inside me. Finger me!"
I pulled back from her, looking her in the eyes, both of us breathing heavily. "I want to taste you," I said, "I want to lick you and tease you with my tongue and my lips." I knelt in front of her, leaning in to touch my lips to the very tops of her thighs. My tongue traced along the edge of her panties, from her left hip, down between her legs, and then back up her right hip. She moaned again, pressing herself up toward my mouth, opening her legs slightly. My tongue touched her through her panties, pressing, tasting her wetness through the material.
Her own hands went to her hips, tugging her thong down, and I reached up to help her. Both of us impatient now, nearly tearing her thong as we slid it down, throwing it to the side. She had lovely white skin, pale as alabaster, and the lightest down of reddish hair between her legs, a few shades brighter than that on her head. My lips were instantly back between her legs, the tip of my tongue sneaking out to taste her as she leaned back against the door and gasped, her hands in my hair, pulling me to her. My tongue flicked along her lips, then down to dart up inside her as she moaned louder, then up to circle her clit slowly, teasingly, my hands on the backs of her thighs, pulling her to me. I closed my lips lightly over her clit and sucked gently, and felt her fingers tighten in my hair.
