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Coffee Date From the Dating App
I try not to give too much away when I post a profile to a dating app, but I always include that I prefer ‘spicy over vanilla’. This usually starts conversations, but it doesn’t bring creeps out of the woodwork. However, I do like to include a snippet of my generous cleavage and my pretty French manicured nails. These are both conversation starters and guys will always comment about one or the other, sometimes both.
We’ll call this particular date, Daniel. His profile was very obscure with no facial photos, just a couple of sunsets of the downtown skyline. Actually I felt lucky they were not the usual ‘trophy’ pictures of fish they had caught, their cars, boats, motorcycles or pool tables. My laughable favorites are bathroom mirror pictures, before they’ve figured out that their phone cameras take pictures from both sides. I just have to smile when I see those. Daniel alluded to a professional career and that he lived relatively close by, which is always appreciated. He strung me along with several app messages but he kept me coming back for more over several days. He kept saying he had to work, but I wasn’t so sure. He finally offered me his private phone number and I jumped at the chance to see if I could squeak out an opportunity to get his picture and even a better opportunity to share more of my revealing pictures… more, deep cleavage or worse.
He finally agreed to meet me for coffee, awkwardly at 1030 in the morning at a very public location. I threw on a little summer black dress with strappy black sandals and of course lots of cleavage. I was a smidge early but pleasantly surprised to see him roll up in his Audi T2, which was so elegant. It instantly reminded me of the Audis used throughout the Shadey 50 books. Those were such page-turners for me and brought back some very wet memories. I remember devouring those books, practically in a single sitting. I was probably late to the party but I loved every page. Maybe Daniel could be my Christian?
Did I mention how handsome he was? He was clean shaven with a few tattoos peeking out of his crisp polo shirt. I was really trying not to stare. I didn’t want to seem desperate, but I really wanted to sneak in a kiss, but really wanted grab his ass. I know, it’s not very ladylike but a lady has to dream. I ordered a simple iced coffee and he ordered black. I love simplicity and I simply wanted to kiss him. I café had just kurtköy escort a few customers. He found us a set of elevated stools and we sat close to each other, starting out with simple questions. There was so much to know about this mysterious man with no pictures on his profile. We were polite but I could tell he was intrigued with me, as I was with him. We started with droll conversations about jobs, foods that we hate. I think tofu should be illegal and he threw in the obligatory Brussel sprouts. Did I tell you how much a wanted to touch him, kiss him, drag my nails across his strained zipper… then smooth my hands down his back and trace my name with my nails across his chest. I really was hot and bothered. The café was cold enough for hanging meat, but I really think I was sweating. Could he smell me? Not just my Versace perfume but from my now hot box. I think we both shifted more awkwardly several times. He already told me he couldn’t stay long, but who does that on a first date. We needed lots more time to tell our stories or maybe switch to more comfortable chairs? I needed to touch him, more of him, more of me. It felt primal, urgent and rushed. Did he see my chest heave when he touched my leg. I don’t think it was a mistake. It didn’t seem casual, it felt intentional. He wanted to touch me. He spoke in hushed tones, so as not to startle the elderly ladies that were sitting 2 tables away. I didn’t care who heard us. I need people to witness when I touched him, kissed him. I often think I scare men. I am outspoken, opinionated and quite forward. I needed for him to understand and know that I wanted more than coffee, much more.
He said he needed to leave. Damn, it wasn’t even an hour. When he rose it was obvious that his cock was straining inside his shorts. He tugged at his pants and I tried not to stare. We talked about our upcoming schedules for the week and we started to head for the door. I wasn’t ready, I really need him to know that I wanted him to whisk me away. I need his hands on me, dragging his firm hands across my body and pulling at my clothes. He said he had a few more minutes and asked me to sit in his car. It seemed bold but I wanted more time. He had parked away from the others in the lot, but honestly at 11am, there were few people there.
He held the door for me and I glided into the seat. It was soft, smooth leather and the smell was masculine, just like beykoz escort leather should. As he closed the door, the sound was blighted, like nothing else mattered. As he walked around to the driver side; I smelled it, more like I smelled me. I was secluded in a car with a man that I wanted and he surely would smell me too. I couldn’t tell if I was horrified or thrilled to let him know how my body was reacting to being close to him. I wanted him know, I needed him to know. He slid into his seat and reached across the gear shift to warmly take my left hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed it gently, slowly and so softly. We hadn’t had much time together, but this moment was carnal to me. He very much sealed the deal with those kisses. He said he didn’t want to leave but the café was noisy with the music playing, the staff talking and the din of restaurant life. He said he was too distracted.
I think I was truly melting as he released my hand and reached across to more deeply to pull at my hemline. He said he wanted to see more of my creamy thighs and discover where that rich scent was coming from. He didn’t need to use vulgar words for me to understand. I shifted in my seat and shimmied my dress to the edge of no return. I don’t think first coffee dates are supposed to go like this, but I didn’t question his intentions. I need to feel him, feel his touch on me. I craved this man. Daniel traced his fingers along the curve of my thigh until he reached my laced panties. He didn’t push or pull, but carefully hooked his index finger to encourage their release. I think he heard my breath hitch and looked at me. His left hand slowly brushed my face and he pulled me in for a slow deep kiss. He wasn’t leaving, he was keeping me there. I think we both now had zero plans.
I can’t remember the last time I made-out in a car. But Daniel and I were now entangled. Our fingers were locked and our mouths had no interest in parting. I knew what was coming and the café seemed miles away. I was worried he was going to impale himself on the gear shift. He looked towards the backseat and just nodded… nothing more. We both grabbed the door handles at the same time and hopped into the backseat. The bench style seats were a much better fit. He slid to the center and I easily straddled him, facing him, and longing for him. His firm hands grabbed my ass and drew me into him. My hands twisted around his üsküdar escort neck and I made sure there was no daylight between us. This truly was no first date but a rich collaboration of perfectly fitted bodies of two consenting adults. And with a smooth movement he pulled my dress hemline above my waist. I made no protest and wiggled my hips to encourage the release. There were no words but just lots of heavy breathing.
His hands smoothed across my back and down my ass. The feel of his grip felt natural and effortless. He told me to grab the rear headrests and to lift up. With a fluid movement he slid his pants and shorts down to his knees and his cock sprang forward. I think I let out an audible gasp and he asked me if I liked it. I locked eyes with him and giggled. Now I felt like a school girl in college. This now felt familiar. I rested my ass on his bare thighs. He reached between my thighs and drew two thick fingers in my pussy. I was already wet, probably the whole time we were in the café too. His fingers in a swift motion came to my mouth and then to his. It was like sharing ice cream on a hot day… creamy and sweet. It was a dead sexy move to share my wetness between us. I rolled his fingers around in my mouth and let out an audible sigh. I was sooo wet and he knew it in an instant. He raised me again with his hand to help me find purchase on his cock, all of it. I was onto my knees helping lower myself onto that hard shaft. I had my hands on his shoulders and he kept his on my hips. This was heaven.
With a soft fluid motion lowered myself further until there was no more. My ass made contact with his thighs again and again. My slick juice made easy work of this. He buried his face in my dress at my shoulder. I could feel every inch work to the hilt. His breath was heavy and ragged while mine was labored. I shifted my hand to the back of the seat and tilted my pelvis angle. I needed to feel his cock grind against me, stroke after stroke. This was too intense to linger, I needed to feel him unload in me. I called his name several times and told him I needed to finish. I was already building with what felt like an amazing orgasm. I created both the angle and the pace. He told me he was almost there. I begged him to let me finish. He spoke softly that he needed it too. I took 4 more long strokes and I could feel him tense and shuddered, as I felt waves of pleasure wash over me. He begged me to be still. I felt him spasm in several successions and his labored breathing began to calm. He folded his arms around me and I kissed his forehead several times. We sat in silence for several minutes and basked in the moment. He nuzzled his face into me as I felt the slick cream slide onto his legs and onto the seat. I don’t think there will ever be another first date like this one.
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