The First Date

Please see my first story "The Long Flight" for the prelude to this. More to come!

I woke up to my alarm blaring at 5:45 the next morning, groggy and wondering if my flight home with Kylie and subsequent dalliance in my car had been a fantastic dream. A shower and a cup of strong coffee later, I had my wits about me and knew that it was all real. But I had a 7 am case and could not afford to dwell on my previous evening.

However, Kylie could (apparently) not allow me to forget. As I walked into the hospital, my phone buzzed and I saw a text from her: "Good morning, good Doctor, hope you slept well. I certainly did! I'm looking forward to what plans you make for us this weekend!"

My heart fluttered as I read the words. This 23 year old vixen was really into me! Not only had she given me a world class blow job in my car when I dropped her off, but she seemed to really want to see me again. As a 43 year old recently divorced man, what more could I ask? Through the morning, I continue to replay the night's events, and I began imagining me reciprocating the oral pleasure Kylie had blessed me with. We texted back and forth over the course of the morning, and even one of my nurses noticed the sly grin I had each time I looked at my phone.

"Dr. Shastri!" said Candy. She had been with me in the cath lab for several years. We had a mildly flirty relationship. She was in her early 30's, married, two kids. But we got along well. "The way you're looking at your phone, anyone would think you're texting a girl!"

I smiled sheepishly but didn't say anything. I did give Candy a second look, wondering if she were a little jealous. A few more texts from Kylie jolted me back to the matter at hand. I boldly (or so I felt, having been out of the "game" for a while) asked Kylie to meet me at my house Friday evening for dinner. "Bring a swimsuit" I said.

"Why?" was Kylie's one word reply. The rest of the week dragged on. It was busy at work, and it did not give me much time to anticipate my first date with Kylie. Thursday rolled around, and I planned a menu (food menu) for the evening. Grocery shopping was done in the evening, and I went to bed early -- hoping I would not sleep much Friday. Work on Friday was actually relaxed, and I was able to get home at two in the afternoon. Kylie was planning to drive to my house at around 5 pm.

I surveyed the house as I started prepping dinner and dessert, a cocktail in hand. Though it was the last week of April, the pool and spa had been open for almost a month. There was a still a slight spring chill in the air in the evenings, but I had kept the pool temperature up to 85 degrees. Plus, the sprawling acre of landscaping that I had cultivated in the last year looked so much more idyllic with the pool open. Inside, the cleaning lady had been in during the morning, and the place was spotless. All in all, I think it would impress a 23 year old like Kylie. But then, I had never met a 23 year old like Kylie.

At 4:58, my phone buzzed again, and the front cameras indicated that someone had pulled into the driveway. "Right on time," I thought to myself as I observed a VW Jetta pull up to the front of the house. I opened the front door, and Kylie jumped out of her car and skipped up to me immediately. As we stood in the front porch, she unabashedly threw her arms around me and jumped up to give me a small kiss on the lips. I quickly ushered her inside and then brought her in close to give her a full kiss -- lips, tongue, and all. Kylie was wearing a short sundress that went only to her mid-thigh; it was low cut and offered a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts -- C-cup I had initially surmised -- which I had not had a chance to appreciate fully in our first liaison.

As we kissed, my hands made my way down to her ass cheeks. I could feel there were no panties in the way, and I became instantly hard. Kylie sense this immediately and drew me in closely to her so she could feel me against her pelvis.

"Mmmm," she murmured softly and sighed at the same time. I drew her in to the house and she had a chance to look around. "My god, this is a palace!" she exclaimed while looking back through the front hallway all the way to the back of the house. The pool and patio were visible through the large windows and dining room doors.

"It's home" I deadpanned. I took her hand and led her into the dining room, which opened up into the large gourmet kitchen. Kylie had a small bag with her. Not much, to be honest. Not enough to carry a swimsuit and whatever sundries she might need. My cock swelled just a little more. My kitchen has a large island, and she grabbed both of my hands and backed herself up to it. With almost no effort, she hopped up onto the counter and spread her legs while I looked on mesmerized.

"I'm sure dinner will be amazing, but I think it's time for your appetizer." She slowly hiked her dress up and her bare pussy was right in front of me. I wasted no time. I leaned down and gently licked her slit up and down -- just once. She moaned and put her hand on my head, gently forcing me down on her just as I had done to her a few days before. To say she was went would be the understatement of a lifetime. I lapped up her juices and reveled in her moistness and sex. It was intoxicating, tasting a young, hot, willing, and wet woman. I quickly was lost in her aroma and her wetness. Up and down, I slathered her pussy with my tongue as her hips bucked and her hands on my head became more insistent. I could tell she wanted me to bury my head between those long legs, and bury it I did. I looked up briefly in between licks, and her head was tilted back in absolute ecstasy. She looked down, and our eyes met. "Don't stop, Dev" she managed to breathe out hoarsely. "I'm going to taste my cum on your lips in just a few minutes."

I needed no further encouragement. My tongue lashed against her slit, finding her engorged clit and swirling around it as her breath became more harsh and ragged. I could tell I was bringing her close, and I had no mind to ease up. With a sudden gasp, her body shuddered and I could tell she was cumming hard. She was so wet and slippery, and I lapped up all of her sex juice as her body quivered. She sighed again as I gently ran my tongue down her slit. It was so soft, so young, so delicate. And it was mine, I could tell. Both her hands were on my head as I continued to lick and she continued to shiver.

"My god, Dev. You are such a good cunt licker." Her words made me pause for just a second. This was not just any girl. She was dirty. She loved it. She loved the sex. She loved the decadence. She wanted to be my slut. I raised my head and pulled her to me, kissing her deeply. My lips were so wet with her cum, she licked them and sucked them and seemed to revel in the taste of her own pussy juice. My hands were now on her tits, feeling their young firmness and yearning to expose them and make them mine. But now it was time for dinner.