"Let me rub it into your skin. I want you to wear my cum." We clean up a bit and head into the restaurant a few minutes later after a soft, gentle kiss, ready to refuel, one hunger on the back burner for the moment.
After we're seated I excuse myself to go to the bathroom to wash up a bit. As I slide out from the booth, you lean over to whisper to me, "Take off your panties in there and give them to me. I want to smell your scent." There is instant heat at the naughty suggestion. Off I go.
A little less sweaty, make up touched up, and pantiless, I return to the table, you pull me to your side of the booth, so I slide in till I'm touching your side, then hand over the scrunched up swatch of material. You reach for it, bring it to your nose, inhale like it has the most expensive perfume in the world on it, and then tuck it into your jacket.
How can that be so erotic? But it is and I'm getting damp again. I'm going to leave a wet spot on the booth seat.
The nice thing about the booth is that it has a tablecloth. I lean in for a kiss, and you give me soft lips and agile tongue. I melt and find that once again I'm petting your cock and it's rising to the occasion!
The waiter comes with our drinks and a pitcher of water at my request. Orders placed, he heads back to the kitchen. A slow song comes on so we head to the lightly populated dance floor. You tuck me in to you, every inch of our bodies touching, arms wrapped around each other. I can feel my heart beating in my throat, heat puddling in my pussy, your cock riding my left hip and your lips nibbling my ear. You laugh, "I'm not going to be able to sit down with this much wood." I snuggle closer and give your hips a grind.
"What an amazing evening this is turning out to be," I sigh into the base of you throat, and you reward me with one of your sweet, nibbling kisses. "I want you again. I want you all the time. It's a constant ache. Say you'll be with me in every way tonight. Say 'Yes!' Rose."
"I am yours in every way that counts. I think after tonight I'm ready for the next step."
That got me a class "A" kiss. The meal passed in a blur of lingering touches, nibbles, and even some consuming of food. There was a glow in the air, and the conversation flowed, laughter and smiles. I fed him a bite of my pasta, and he rolled his eyes and moaned appreciatively. I laughed and tried for seductive when he fed me, but all we ended up doing was laughing some more. I could feel the simmer of sex just below the surface and it added sparkle to the evening, an overtone of more to come.
After paying the bill, we walked to the car and tried to come up with a plan. Where do we go? Mt Washington isn't good for going parking with the streets being so steep.
Station Square was more promising. We decided to go scope out the area. As we drove by some possible locations we passed a hotel or two. I didn't really think about it, but Will did. He stewed for a bit. I was about to suggest one of the darker parking lots by the river, when he swerved into the hotel lot. "What are you doing?" I ask.
'This is a special night. You'll always remember the first time, and you'll always remember me. I want this to be comfortable and beautiful for you. A hotel is the perfect answer. We're getting a room. And it will be our special night to remember. No cramped back seats, no police knocking on the windows. Just you and me sharing a night like no other."
"Will, that touches me. I'm going to start crying."
"Cry away. I'll hold you." And that was good too.
"I can't believe you'd do this for me."
"How could I not? There is only one first time. You mean the world to me. This is an easy way to show that."
The room was the lovely, but unimportant. As soon as the door closed, I rose on tip toe for a kiss. Each kiss fed the next. Hunger rose and deepened. Clothes came off piece by piece and skin was sampled, explored, savored. The night was a gift and I wasn't scared, but a little emotional and a lot excited. This was a present from my Will and I felt treasured.
Our bodies moved against each other in slow, languid movements. The air was super charged with excitement. I wanted time to slow down. I wanted time to speed up too. Then, the head of his cock was at my entrance and the time was now. He kissed me and whispered, "I love you Rose." And he surged into me.
I choked back a scream and tried to buck him off me. He didn't budge. It really hurt. All those good feelings were gone. I felt impaled and invaded. I wanted him off me, NOW. Will kissed the tears on my cheeks and murmured soothing words of reassurance and praise. He told me how tight and hot my pussy felt gripping his cock. I loved how graphic his language was. He said the pain was over and the pleasure was about to begin again. I tried to relax, and paced my breath to his. That helped the pain recede.
His hips flexed a bit and I moved with him. It was beginning to feel good, and then the thrusting felt wonderful. He increased the tempo and I was able to grip his ass and feel him flexing inside me. His ass is strong and sexy and felt divine and powerful. The pressure spiraled, and built, and we soared higher and tighter. I couldn't breathe at all and then the clenching and releasing crashed through us both. I unraveled completely and was crying again and so was he. It was beautiful and golden, and left us both panting and dazed. I whispered back, "I love you too. That was amazing. You are amazing."
Between kisses and gentle laughter we napped a bit. I woke up needing to pee. When I came back to the bed, he was buttoning up his pants and ogling my swaying breasts. I kissed him, my naked body pressed to his almost clothed one. That felt worldly and sexy to me. I was a woman now with her first love and first lover!
"I hate to leave," I said.
"Me too. I wish we had all night. But you know this is only the beginning."
I smiled and bubbles of happiness made me feel giddy.
"Yes, a perfect beginning. Maybe we can go camping one weekend?"
"Oh, that's a great idea. We'll have to figure out the details, but that could work!"
Arm in arm we left our magical trysting place behind us and made our way through the lobby. I wondered if anyone looking at us could tell that we had taken our right of passage to adulthood together.
