She‘s much prettier than her photos – dozens of them – had led me to believe. Her smile is bright, wide, open, pretty. Her eyes, deep pools of brown. Her skin is smooth, caramel.
Her breasts are big, full, round. She’s not slender, not fat. She wishes she weighed less, but that’s not interesting. I certainly don’t.
We chatted for a few minutes. About sex and sexuality, our educations, our careers, our sexual histories. I’d instructed her that her finger should smell of her cunt when we met, but if it did, her cunt’s smell is subtle, clean. I barely detected it as she offered me the middle finger on her left hand.
We ordered drinks. Talked some more. I interrupted her. “I’d like you to go to the ladies’ room, please. While you’re there, I’d like you to come for me, if you can. If you can’t, that’s ok, but please try.”
While she was gone, I wrote just up to these words….
When she returned, she handed me her purple panties under the table.
“Did you come?” I asked.
She shook her head no, demurely, shyly. She seemed worried I’d be disappointed.
“I’m going to the bathroom, now,” I said. “I might come while I’m gone.”
Five minutes later, I returned.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” she asked.
“Not unless you have something you want to ask me,” I answered.
She was quiet. Her eyes were lowered. She was fucking sexy.
“Did I what?” I asked.
“Did you come?”
She was nearly whispering.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes I did.”
We talked some more. She expressed her interest in being restrained, in bondage. I told her I’d be glad to restrain her, but not on our first intimate date. I don’t want her to grant me that level of trust without my earning it, without her knowing that I’m trustworthy. I don’t want to teach her that it’s safe to let a guy you’ve never been with tie you up, blindfold you. I get that it’s hot to do that, that it may be even hotter to do that with a virtual stranger. But I want no part of that. With me, she needs to learn that I respect her safe word, that I respect her, before she entrusts her body to me so completely.
We made a plan. For soon. And she left, after a chaste peck on the cheek, and an agreement that she won’t come without my permission until she has sucked my cock.
She has reviewed this, if you’re seeing it, so she knows that I want her to come as soon as fucking possible, that I want to hear it, to append it to this post.
Here it is….