Internet dating is interesting; you never know just who you will meet. Recently, I went on a memorable first date; one that seems to have awoken a part of me I didn't have any idea about.
We were at a Japanese restaurant, sitting on the floor at one of those low tables. It had been his choice, and I hadn't known ahead of time where we were going or I might have dressed differently. I was wearing a skirt with boots and no panties (I just like how it feels), which made sitting modestly a difficult proposition. Half way through dinner, my legs started cramping and I needed to stretch. I have long legs, and in the tight space, I accidentally kicked him. He stopped eating, ignoring my apology, then leaned down and peeked under the table. When he came back up, there was a look in his eyes.
"Put your other leg over here, and scoot your ass all the way to the edge of the pillow." I stared at him for a minute, trying to decide if he was kidding or not, then I did it. His face was not giving me any clues, but then he told me to stick my fingers in my wet pussy, then smear my juices on my lips. Uh! I felt blood surge into my cunt, and I couldn't breathe for a second. I didn't know where this was leading, and I wasn't sure I wanted to play this game, but I went along with it because I couldn't not. As soon as I painted my lips, smelling my salty scent, he reached under the table and I felt his thumb in my ass and all four fingers of his other hand in my cunt.
I couldn't help it--I let out a gasp, and he added 2 fingers to the thumb in my ass as he ordered softly, "You stay quiet. Not a sound."
I was about to cum already, and staying quiet was not an option. Little moans leaked through my clenched teeth as he worked all his fingers in and out, slow and then fast.
Hearing that, he stopped moving and took his hands out of my holes and stood up: "We're done, get up."
I didn't want to leave--we hadn't finished eating, and I was dripping! So I just sat there, turning red, hoping he would sit back down and not embarrass me further. No such luck.
He came around and stood behind me, put his hand around my throat and leaning down to my ear, said, "Get up right now before I drag you out on your ass."
I believed him, so I got up, stumbling a little as the feeling came back into my legs. He pulled a large bill out of his wallet, threw it on the table, and guided me to the door, his hand digging into my upper arm. He got me outside, pushed me a few yards down the street where the lights weren't as bright, and said,"Lean against the wall with your skirt pulled up over your ass."
I leaned into the rough wall, but only pulled my skirt up to the edge of the cheeks; he was on me in a second with a hard slap to the ass and a yank on my skirt--it was now up around my ribs, my ass stinging in the cool night air.
"Listen to me, or pay the consequences. Now I want to fuck your ass--bend over more."
I started to protest--I'd had anal sex before (although not often), and I knew that no lube meant it would hurt. I decided saying anything might make it worse, so I complied, sticking my ass out further. He came close, and did me the kindness of rubbing my clit, getting things loosened up a little, then I felt his head at my tight hole. He popped the head in, and as I drew a breath, he drove the shaft home. I moaned, pain and pleasure mingling, and he didn't tell me to be quiet so I moaned more loudly. I wondered why he wasn't telling me to be quiet, when I realized we had attracted some attention: he wanted me to make noise, for that very reason.
As I glanced over my shoulder, I could see a couple, standing still as if they weren't sure what they were seeing was real. I moaned again as he reached up and pinched my nipple hard, and I could see the man move closer. They were young, probably early 20's, dressed casually as if they had strolled down to their neighborhood bar for a drink and were now on their way home to fuck. That's what went through my imagination, anyway.
My date started pumping harder, and my gasps and moans came faster and louder; I couldn't pay attention to the couple any longer, my body demanded my full attention. His fingers found my grasping pussy, and filled me as I started to cum. My knees buckled as he pushed me harder against the wall, his hands in my hair as my face scraped the brick. I heard his orgasm take him, then, "This is what you're good for, this is what you need".
Silently I assented; yes. I wanted this, and I needed it.
He stepped back, a squelching sound coming from my ass as he pulled out, and then I heard him say, "See something you like?"
I looked over my shoulder to see that the man had moved much closer; the girl was still farther back, but had also moved closer, as if in spite of herself. The young guy nodded, but didn't speak.