I stepped into the situation without any expectations. We initially connected on a dating app and agreed to meet up in person almost immediately, because she was going out of town, and would be gone a couple weeks. Besides the amount of alcohol we consumed, our first date was tremendously vanilla. Sure there was some flirtation going on, but we were genuinely interested in one another and spent the night talking, and connecting on a purely cerebral level. Eve has a brilliant sense of humor, and we were able to throw banter back and forth as if we had been doing it for ages. If I hadn't been so completely transfixed by her personality, I would have been insanely distracted by her body.
As a 40 year old man, fresh out of a long and uneventful relationship, I found myself dating mostly younger women. I know this probably stemmed from a place of insecurity on my part, but I lost most of my thirties to a situation I'd rather not discuss, and it was nice to know that I was still attractive to an age range other than my own. Eve however, was different because she was my age - almost exactly. Physically, she took care of her body, and is just as hot as the 20 to 30 somethings with whom I'd been wasting my time, yet there's a well-honed confidence that she displayed that was absent in the others. She's smart, funny, and sarcastic as all fuck.
Eve works for a fancy Art Foundation, so she's always attending gallery openings, fund raising dinners, and galas. When we first met up she had just left a work function, so she was dressed much nicer than I was. Don't get me wrong, I still looked good, but she was dressed to kill. She had on a low-cut, dark green dress that showed off just enough cleavage to let you know she meant business, but classy enough to let you know that she took her business very seriously. She had a few tattoos adorning her arms, and several sneaking their way out from under that dress, but she carried herself in a manner that created a dichotomy between those tattoos and her personality. She has a rough & tumble kind of sexy, with a reserved innocence to her demeanor.
I tried to impress her by taking her to a nice restaurant owned by a friend of mine, knowing we'd be treated very well. We were. We had some fantastic food, and meticulously crafted drinks... lots of drinks. I swear, no matter how tipsy I began to feel, Eve never lost her composure. At one point she even casually said she felt really drunk, but she said it as if it was just the appropriate thing to say. She sounded absolutely sober. We completely lost track of time, and that first date ended with a 30 second make-out session at 4 o'clock in the morning, just before she had to scramble her way to the airport, and I drunkenly scrambled my way home. Without a shadow of a doubt, she left me wanting more.
Eve was gone for roughly two weeks and we spoke or texted pretty frequently. The flirtation escalated bit by bit and we both declared that when she got back to civilization, we were going to see each other again. Three nights before she was flying back she gave me a call out of the blue. It was pretty late so I was at home, watching a film on my couch. She sounded composed and sober, but really there was absolutely no way of determining whether or not she was drunk, even considering she said she had a few glasses of wine. At first we chatted as we often did; she asked about the movie I was watching, we talked about how we spent our days, goofed around and playfully made fun of one another - but a few minutes into the conversation I noticed her breath getting shallow. Her words came out slower and more deliberate. She kept telling me how sexy she thought my voice was. Then she asked me to tell her exactly what I wanted to do once I saw her. Believe me, this is harder to do than it sounds. We never crossed this line, and I didn't want to be too bold only three nights before she got back in town. Fuck, I wanted to go into explicit detail about all the things I wanted to do with her and to her, but we just weren't there yet.
I tried starting off slow, telling her that I'd grab her and pull her close, kissing her passionately. She wasn't impressed. She pushed it further. "...and then?" She'd ask as her breathing quickened. "...and THEN?" I gave an elaborate description how I'd explore her body with my hands as I probed my tongue into her mouth... "How? Tell me in detail what you'll do with your hands." Oh wow. I wasn't expecting this. "Please. Tell me. Where are your hands?" Her breathing was heavy.
All I could think was, "Holy shit, I think she's touching herself!" I really hoped she was touching herself, but I couldn't be sure. Fuck, I kept in mind that the wrong words might fuck the whole thing up. The sound of her voice was so incredibly sensuous though, I couldn't help it.
"I want to move my mouth down to your neck as I lick and bite ever so slightly. I'll keep one hand tightly held onto your ass, squeezing, pulling you tightly against me. I hope you can feel just how hard you're making me. With my other hand I'll tear the front of your dress down, exposing those gorgeous, full, perfect tits. There's no way I can resist burying my face between them, then sucking one of your nipples into my mouth as my free hand gropes and squeezes the other one... hard."
"Oh yes! Fuck Yes. God, my pussy is SO wet!" Okay, that wasn't too much. Apparently bold is what she wanted. I could hear her breathing quickening. She was definitely playing with herself.
"Who's watching?"
"What?"
"You said 'exposing my perfect tits.' To whom are you exposing them? Tell me who's watching."
Well shit. That took a turn. I paused. She continued, "Are they jerking off? Is it a man or a woman? Oh god, we're someplace we shouldn't be, aren't we? ... and there's a crowd?! Fuck, that's hot!"
I was at a loss. I needed something quick. She was flying home in mere days, so I picked the first thing that came to mind...
"I have you pushed up against the wall at the airport. We're tucked away in a corner between gates. I can pull your dress up and push two fingers into your dripping pussy from behind without anyone noticing, as I bite and squeeze your beautiful tits."
"Oh fuck. Yes. Push those fingers deeper into my cunt." Wow. I was not prepared. "Can you feel my cum dripping down your wrist?"
I can't lie, my cock was throbbing, and I was stroking away furiously. "Oh god yes. I can feel your juices streaming down my hand. I want to taste you!"
