He was 43, 6'4", Scandinavian, Californian, grabby from second one after meeting, involuntary facial tick on the left side of his face, shifty, not as tight as I had hoped, thinks himself clever, all about that bass, divorced, daughter, recovering alcoholic.
So of course we met at a bar. Where else do AA-attending folks meet first dates? Wine and water, respectively.
Normal pleasantries for an hour or so. He gives me a weird stalker, rapey vibe. I get a text from my ladies that they want to have a drink in an hour, and I gladly accept.
I walk him back to his car parked on First Street downtown. I ask him to make out a little. I'm both turned on by the possibility of touching his wide shoulders and seeing his tattoos as I am nervous about being abducted and ass raped.
He opens the passenger-side door and puts the seat down as far as possible. I climb in and he follows. Heavy petting action with two 6'+ adults is exciting yet frustrating. The exhilaration of feeling like a naughty teenager gets me wet.
He pulls up my dress and rubs his hard cock against my panties. More wet.
He tells me to turn over and gasps at both my ass and my tats.
"Oh my god, I'm going to see that ass again."
He just confirmed it in my mind.
We stop momentarily and he opens the door and exits. Standing on the street, he unzips his fly and I pull out his hard cock. His chest is pressed against the top of the open car, and with the door shielding him from one side, I take his cock in my hand and then in my mouth.
I get his shaft wet and then suck on the head while giving him a hand job all in unison.
I look up and he's looking back and forth down the street to watch for passersby.
