"Trust me baby, I promise you're going to love it..."
When Bree, my girlfriend of 4 months has whispered those words into my ear before I left for work this morning after telling me she wanted to try something new with me in bed tonight I had felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up in warning. Now, to be fair, my body wasn't in complete agreement over how to feel, since my cock had also tingled with electricity as I simultaneously wondered just what my vixen of a girlfriend had in store for me.
I guess I should back up a little and give you some history here. My name is Josh, I'm 27 years old and about a year ago my friends had signed me up for an online dating app without telling me. Grudgingly I agreed to give it a try. While I wasn't bad looking at 6' tall with thick light brown hair and an above average level of fitness from years playing sports, I also wasn't the kind of guy that could go pick up a girl anytime he wanted. Somehow the combination of spending more time at work, some friends moving away and some in long term relationships I had reached the point where I rarely went out anymore, and hadn't had anything close to a real girlfriend in about 5 years.
So, I wasn't too offended that they were trying to help me out. The first 2 months on the app lead to half a dozen dates resulting in mostly boredom, with the high point being a lackadaisical blowjob from a girl who had probably had too much to drink and dinner and was thanking me for driving her back to her apartment so she didn't have to pay for an Uber.
I was one more bad experience away from deleting my profile when I stumbled across Bree. She was gorgeous. A couple of years younger than me, with perfectly dark hair, full red lips, and the most alluring blue eyes I had ever seen. Then I scrolled through her pics and saw that she had a petite body that would put most fitness models on instagram to shame, and figured it had to be a fake profile, and responding to it would get me on a mailing list for a cheap webcam site, but I shrugged and sent a message just in case.
A few days later my jaw dropped to the floor when I opened up the app and saw I had a message from her. I was still a little nervous (I guess she's always left me a little nervous, in from the beginning) but we started chatting, and to my immense surprise we hit it off. Right from the start we had great chemistry, and she was the perfect blend of flirty and funny. Our first in person date was just a continuation of where we had left off in our online chats, and somehow she was even more beautiful in person. Somehow, despite just wearing jeans and a light sweater I couldn't help but be able to see the incredible curve to her ass or the slight swell of her perky B cups (just a guess at the time, but confirmed later). I was honestly worried I'd pop a hardon during our hello hug and ruin the date right there. Somehow I got through the date without screwing it up, and was rewarded with a light, almost chaste, kiss on the lips at the end of the night. My cock went rigid and stayed that way for the 30 minute ride back home until I took care of it scrolling through her profile pics on the dating site.
It was 2 weeks later before she invited me into her apartment after I date and we had sex for the first time. I had never experienced such an intense, passionate, and marathon lovemaking session like the one we shared that night. While she seemed like a cute, harmless, 'normal' girl all the times we'd been out, once we crossed this threshold I got to see an entirely new side of her. She was a goddess in bed. Completely insatiable, and with techniques that would make a porn star sit down and take notes. I thought I knew a few good tricks, and while I wouldn't have really thought myself qualified to teach a class on sex, I hadn't thought of myself as inexperienced since high school until now.
No two times were ever the same with Bree, she was always trying new things and finding fun ways to spice it up. It started small, talking dirty and encouraging me to do the same "Ohhh yess Josh, right there! Take that thick hard cock of yours and bury it deep inside my hot wet pussy! Faster...deeper...harder, I'm so close baby, deeper, deeper, I want that huge load you're going to give me to shoot so hard it starts squirting out my face!"
That led to new positions and places (anal, up against a wall, in the shower, in my car while driving) and the introduction of props(blindfold, vibrator, handcuffs, etc...). She liked her hands bound behind her while giving a blowjob, and one time I got a cryptic text that just "Do whatever you want" on my drive home, and walked into my bedroom to find her handcuffed to my bed, with a blindfold on, and earplugs in so that her only active senses were touch and taste (as she explained to me later), completely ready to be ravaged by me.
To make a long story short, I was punching way above my weight class trying to keep up with Bree in bed, but apparently I was doing ok, because she kept me around and kept expanding my horizons with kinkier and riskier sex (oh, did I forget to mention the slow teasing blowjob she gave me during a 45 minute conference call with my boss and a few of our employees? That was an experience...). So I don't really know what it was that caused my hackles to rise a bit in warning as her tongue caressed my ear that morning imploring me to trust her. Everything we'd done had been pure orgasmic bliss so far, why wouldn't I trust her? And yet...maybe there was something in her tone, a barely contained sense of anticipation. I mean, we'd been dating for 4 months, but I doubted I'd discovered even half her kinks yet. I tried to shake it off and concentrate on work, thank goodness it was a Friday, but my mind kept drifting off in the slower moments, wondering just what she had planned for tonight. I must have unconsciously sprouted an erection 4-5 times that day as my mind wandered back to everything she had surprised me with in the past, but eventually 6:00 hit and I booked it for home.
I walked in the door and looked around, heart beating a little faster as I started to walk into the kitchen, curious about what I'd see. I saw my girlfriend wearing a pair of tight, too short, jean cutoff shorts, and one of my old button down shirts with the ends tied up under her breasts, exposing the blue bra she was wearing underneath standing at the stove stirring a pot. "Hey babe!" she said in a perk voice and stepped over to give me a quick kiss on the lips before stepping back to the stove. "I'm making pasta and meatballs for dinner," she explained, looking back over her shoulder at me "why don't you go get comfy, it will be ready in a few minutes." and then went back to her work stirring the pot.
Well, that wasn't what I was expecting, I thought to myself as I got changed out of my work clothes into a t-shirt and jogging pants before washing up and heading back to the kitchen where dinner was apparently ready. I shrugged it off, thinking that she had either forgotten about this morning, or that maybe she just had something she wanted to try at some point down the road that I'd need to trust her for. We had a pleasant, normal even, dinner and chatted about small things, and trying to plan some place to go out to that weekend. When we were done she went off to take a shower as I cleared the table and washed the dishes and pans that she had used for dinner, a little bit disappointed. Usually if she took an early shower it meant she wasn't feeling well and wanted to get to bed early to get some extra sleep.
When I walked into the bedroom Bree was wrapped up in a towel and her skin was wet, though her hair in a bun on top of her head didn't seem to have gotten any water on it. "Shower is all yours Josh" she said as she walked over to the drawer she'd claimed in my apartment for her clothes, along with a continually growing segment of my closet. I brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower, briefly toying with the idea of jerking off since I'd been so worked up all day, before dismissing the idea and finishing up so I could go check on Bree to see if she was feeling ok and if she needed anything. I put a towel around my waist after drying up and stepping back into the bedroom before suddenly stopping, my mouth gaping open and my cock going from 6 to midnight so fast the towel actually fell off from my waist and crumpled to the floor.
"Aww, did you actually think I forgot our little chat this morning? You're so adorable sometimes sweetie" Bree said with a playful smirk on her lips, which were now covered in a sexy coat of red glossy lipstick, matching the color that had been on her fingernails earlier that I hadn't noticed. But my brain didn't have much time to process that, as my eyes were drawn down to the lacy black push up bra accentuating her naturally perky breasts, and then past her flat abs to the garter belt holding up sheer black stockings below her french cut matching panties, down to a pair of what must have been 5" black heels, making her just about as tall as me. I slowly closed my mouth and brought my eyes back up to her smirking face, which was no cocked to the side in amusement, her dark black hair bobbing in a high ponytail.
