A mixture of fact and fiction.
We'd been messaging for a few weeks about our respective open relationships. The messages covered how they worked, what some of our boundaries were, and how we had gotten into them to start with. The connection became obvious and we transitioned to messaging over an app with the obligatory exchange of pictures.
Our first date at a bar was really nice. The connection we'd established over text definitely held up in person and the time flew by till we both had to return to our respective homes. The chaste kiss on the lips and quick hug seemed to confirm the attraction and teased at what might come.
Our texting continued through the next week, ranging from the mundane to the deliciously raunchy. She showed me some videos of her off the site, and I let her know that one of them I particularly liked and had been back to more than once to enjoy. I'd seen her gorgeous body naked on video, and she had asked for and received a pic of my cock. Her regular partner is quite hung, so I was secretly pleased when she complimented my equipment.
Our second date was exactly a week after the first. Our work schedules had meant that we were planning on the fly through the afternoon, but we finally agreed on a location on the outskirts of town, somewhat midway between our two houses. We parked on opposite sides of the park so had to walk to find each other. I loved watching her body moving under the grey print dress she wore. Her breasts bouncing softly causing me to wonder whether she was wearing a bra or not. I'd warned her earlier over text that I was going to kiss her properly when we met, and having received a response from her letting me know that would be just fine, I made good on my promise.
Our first proper kiss was in the middle of a field. No one around for hundreds of metres. My arms wrapped around her body as our lips met, tongues exploring each others mouths, my hand dropping to her lovely bum. Enjoying the kisses and caresses I move apart, noting your smile is as large as mine. Kissing is always an important skill. There's not much worse for connection than a mis-matched kissing style and it seemed ours fit quite nicely.
We decided on a walk around the path doing a circuitous lap of the field before finding a bench situated under some trees. The sun going down cast just enough light and shadow for us both to be comfortable no one would see anything we chose to do. Small talk about some of our adventures and how our respective relationship work led to more kissing, my hand wrapping around and her allowing me to cup her lovely breast in my hand. I got to confirm that she was indeed wearing what felt like a delightfully flimsy bra.
When ever she moved on the bench, she slowly raised the hem of her dress an inch or two higher till her creamy thighs were nicely on display, hinting at what lay just a little higher. My eyes would be drawn down to watch as she slowly inched it up further, her sexy lace panties coming into view. I looked up at her, realising we'd both stopped talking and seeing her eyes looking at me with the same lustful stare as I was giving her.
She looked around, and when both of us could see that there was nobody within view, she leaned back on the bench, spreading her legs slightly to give me a delicious view of her lace covered pussy. I ran my hands up her thighs, massaging them gently till I felt the lace band of her thong. My hand ran over her mound, feeling the warm, wetness of her pussy underneath. I slipped my fingers under them, tugging them gently and raising a questioning eyebrow to her. She responded by lifting her hips to allow me to slide the thong down her thighs and then off. I hold the scrap of lace to my face, inhaling her delicious scent before tucking her panties into my pocket.
Looking around one more time I leaned down, planting kisses along her thighs till I reached her lovely wet pussy. "May I?" I asked. "Oh god yes please" was her only response as she lay down flat spreading for me completely. My mouth now inches from her sweet delicate pussy, I gently blew on it, watching as she started to wriggle from the tease. Her hands found my head and tried to push me gently into her. I kissed my way slowly up either side of her wet slit, stopping each time to place a kiss on her clit before moving to kiss up the other side. Hearing her soft moans of frustration as I avoided directly licking her was such a turn on for me.
