Blind Date #5
He tickles the fabric of my knickers so lightly that I can feel only a hint of his touch as he kisses me, driving his tongue deep into my mouth. I can’t help imagining the same sensation between my legs—his tongue penetrating my pussy, fucking me to orgasm.
I tilt my groin towards his hand, urging him to touch me harder, to pull aside the lace of my knickers and really feel me, but he keeps torturing me instead, tickling the goddam lace.
I pull away from the kiss.
‘Touch me,’ I plead, through gritted teeth.
‘That’s a bit demanding, don’t you think?’ he retorts, before grabbing me and flipping my body over so that I’m flat against my stomach. He rubs his hands over my back and ass and down to the hem of my dress.
‘I’m so glad you wore stockings. My kind of girl,’ he says as he unzips my dress. ‘But it’s about time this thing came off.’
I smile and lift my arms, allowing him to pull my dress over my head.
‘Much, much better,’ he says, appraising my body, which is now clad in nothing but my white bra, matching skimpy lace knickers and sheer stockings.
Men love white underwear. At least that’s what I find.
Black is meant to be sexier, but I think there’s something more erotic about white.
There’s a sense of defilement intrinsic to it.
A ruining of innocence. A wedding-night-like transgression.
Plus, it makes my skin look more tanned and less pale than black underwear.
As Adam takes in my body, I’m grateful for the genetic quirks that mean I’m surprisingly trim for someone who is ninety percent sedentary.
I’ve always had a low appetite and a high metabolism, meaning I manage to stay slim, despite not having ventured into a gym since school.
If you can call a grimy sports hall a gym.
It’s the closest I’ve been to frequenting one anyway.
‘What am I going to do with you?’ Adam muses, prowling around me, panther-like.
I feel small and girlish under his gaze. He’s tall, looming over me by well over a foot, and he’s stacked. Hench. Clearly managing to fit gym sessions into his jet-setting lifestyle.
‘Make me come?’ I suggest, casting a flirty glance at him over my shoulder and catching his eye.
He laughs.
‘That's a given, Rachel. I’m just deciding how to go about it.’
‘I don’t care. Just fuck me. Finger me. Lick me,’ I suggest.
‘Hmmm… How many times do you want to come?’
‘As many as you can handle.’
‘I like you,’ he says. ‘Okay, I’ll put you out of your misery and then we can start to really play.’
He strokes the arch of my spine, making my whole body quiver. He traces his finger across the top of my knickers and then kneels down to take a closer look at my pussy and ass.
‘I can see you’re excited,’ he says, observing my damp knickers.
‘I wasn’t lying.’
‘Indeed.’
Suddenly, he yanks my knickers down in one swift, fluid motion, pulling them over my knees before tossing them onto the floor.
‘You have an amazing body,’ he says as he traces his hands over my ass, still staring at my pussy. ‘A truly beautiful cunt.’
His big hands gripping my soft flesh make my legs go weak, and I inch back towards the bed, gripping the frame.
I part my legs slightly, giving him a better view.
‘Mmmm…’ he moans. ‘I have to touch it.’
‘Please do,’ I gasp, almost embarrassed by the raw need in my voice.
He dips his fingers between my legs and slides them over my sodden slit.
‘Oh, you are excited. Very, very excited,’ he notes as his fingers dance over my cunt, gently parting my pussy lips.
‘I am.’
He thrusts two, maybe three fingers inside me and begins pounding, his fingers pointed like a gun, jamming into me. I grip the bed frame, relishing the sensation, as well as the sloppy noises my juicy cunt makes as his fingers slam into it. His cufflinks jangle, and I start to moan.
‘Jesus Christ!’
‘You're so hot and wet,’ he says, slamming his fingers in and out of me.
The sloppy sounds would be embarrassing were I not so overwhelmed by total pleasure.
Then suddenly he stops, pulling his fingers out of me.
I groan, irritated, dying for him to continue.
‘I need to get a closer look at this pussy,’ he comments, crouching down and pulling my labia apart.
‘I want to taste you,’ he says.
‘Do it,’ I tell him, as I arch my spine, spreading my legs and tilting my pussy to meet his lowered face.
He breathes tantalizingly against my swollen flesh before his tongue lands upon my clit and begins flicking beautifully over it.
‘Oh God, yes.’ I groan as Adam flicks his tongue expertly over my clit and slides it into my pussy, deep within, just like I wanted.
I feel my greedy pussy swelling around his tongue as he thrusts it in and out before sliding it over my slit once more. He traces his way down to my clit again but then hesitates and pulls away, breaking contact.
‘What’s up?’ I turn to look at him.
‘Stay where you are,’ he practically growls at me.
He rolls onto his back and positions himself so that his head is between my legs, his face staring up at my sopping groin.
‘Sit on my face,’ he orders me.
I laugh.
‘Happily,’ I reply as I lower my hips so that my pussy meets his mouth.
‘That's better,’ he murmurs before he plunges his tongue into me.
At first, it feels slightly strange to be sitting on his face, especially considering that half an hour ago we were sitting in The Ritz sipping champagne, barely more than strangers.
But with a few sensual plunges of his tongue, deep within my pussy, I soon forget my reservations.
My desire takes over, and before long my hips are moving as if off their own accord, gyrating, rolling over his mouth, letting his tongue cover the full expanse of my pussy lips, and encircling my rounded, swollen clit.
The sight of him between my legs, his lashes lowered in concentration, is unbelievably arousing.
I twist my body and reach round, running my hand over his chest and down to his groin, where I can see his bulging cock straining against his suit trousers.
I tear open his fly, unclip the fastening, and rummage in his pants to pull his cock free.
It’s rock solid, a perfect eight inches.
I rub my hand up and down it, as if to check if it’s real.
‘Your cock,’ I murmur, in awe, as I rub, flicking my fingers over the tip.
‘Your cunt,’ he echoes.
‘Now come here.’ He grabs my ass and pulls me back down onto his face, squeezing my butt cheeks in a way that's almost painful but, in fact, is just the right amount of pressure to heighten the pleasure pulsating through my groin.
He rams his tongue deeper within me. The sensation of his sensuous tonging combined with the aggressive squeezing of my ass is almost too much.
As I rock my pussy against his face, my clit rubbing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose, my orgasm begins to build.
A steady rise emanating from deep within.
I concentrate as I thrust against his face, letting the feeling grow, my pussy growing more and more electrified as I savour the sweet friction of his face.
I feel myself climbing the hill of my own orgasm, feeling it growing, building, as I reach higher, ascending right to the very top, pressing hard against his mouth as my eyes grow damp, my vision blurring slightly as I take one last look at his face beneath me—between my legs, his dark hair, his lashes—and then suddenly the pleasure overwhelms me.
I reach the top of the hill and freefall down.
My pussy explodes, spasming, breaking against his face.
The muscles in my stomach tighten, my body jerking against my will.
I grip the bed for support as the pleasure threatens to obliterate me.
‘Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God,’ I gasp. ‘Holy fucking shit.’
Waves of pleasure rip through me, leaving me a panting, swearing mess. I roll off Adam and collapse onto the bed beside him, catching my breath.
‘Wow. Christ, that was good.’
I don’t know why, but I always seem to get biblical when I come.
‘I’m glad.’ Adam smiles and gets up from the bed, pulling off his half-undone trousers before heading over to a mini bar I hadn’t noticed before in the corner of the room.
He pulls the fridge door open and takes out a bottle of beer, twisting the top off with his bare hand before taking a swig. His cock is still rock solid under the cotton of his underwear.
‘Come here,’ I order him.
He crosses the room, crawling lazily onto the bed. He takes a few more swigs of the beer before handing the bottle to me. I reach slowly for it, still spacey from my orgasm. I take a few swigs and relish the sensation of the cool beer down my throat. I hand the bottle back to him.
‘That was mind-blowing,’ I tell him.
Adam smiles. ‘Good. Your pleasure is my passion.’
I smirk a little. ‘Okay. Fine by me, but I think it’s your turn now,’ I comment as I reach over to unbutton his white shirt.
He places the bottle down and pulls his cufflinks free, setting them on the bedside table before letting his shirt fall to the floor.
I trace my fingertips lightly over his rippled muscular chest, his firm arms, and his solid thighs.
Then finally to his cock. I pull his underwear off and wrap my hands around his shaft.
‘Mmmm…’ he moans as I lower my head towards his crotch. I spit on my hand before sliding it up and down his cock.
His eyelids are lowered, dazed and lustful.
‘That's right,’ he murmurs. ‘Just like that.’
I work the tip of his cock with my hand until a silken trickle of pre-cum emerges, and then I lower my lips to the tip of his shaft and suck, flicking my tongue over his swollen top.
He tastes salty. Clean. I wrap my lips around his penis and draw it into my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop while working rhythmic flicks of my tongue into the routine.
Once his cock is sufficiently slathered in my spit, and we've become acquainted, I work my way further down his shaft, taking more of his bulk into my mouth until the tip of his cock is tickling the back of my throat.