First Meet - Sex Stories

First Meet

... see that my jeans are much wetter from the pre-cum pumping out of my raging hard-on. I’m so happy that I wore this jacket and that I make it into my apartment without crashing into something. It is a quicker than normal pace for me to get into my suite. Shoes and jacket come flying off and I’m strait to my bedroom. The pressure must be relieved. You come back into your living room with some beverages in hand (Damn those curves have gotten me hard) and sit beside me on the couch – close enough that I can feel your breast pushing into my arm. I tell you how beautiful you are and how turned on I am. The way you smell only adds fluid to my already rock hard cock. And here I thought it was hard on the drive home earlier in the week. I can see that you are turned on, as your nipples are hard and erect under your shirt. You have that look that no man can mistake when a woman is turned on. We start to kiss; our tongue’s wrapping around each other only turns us on even more. As we continue to kiss, I reach over and squeeze the outside of your hip and hear a lovely moan as I do. You reach down and move my hand to your breasts. We both let out a sexy moan as I squeeze your firm chest. We make out on the couch like this for some time before you stand up and take me by the hand and try pulling me to my feet. I refuse stating that I’m not ready to move off of the couch just yet. I tell you how I like to be teased and how I want this to last longer. You smile and ask me what we should do. ...

... I stand up and unbutton your shirt to the bottom, careful not to expose your breasts. I sit back down on the couch and motion for you to straddle me. I move the back of my hand to your pussy as I start to kiss you between your breasts. The heat is intense, so I apply a little pressure and hear you moan in pleasure. I explore your breasts until you can’t take it anymore. The sucking of your nipples, the pressure of a gentle squeeze that sends shock waves to your clitoris has your pussy dripping with anticipation. I move my hand back there to find the wonderful dampness that is you. Now it is time to move from the couch. You lead me by the hand towards your bedroom, however I stop us in mid-motion. I press my throbbing hard-on into your left cheek as I reach around you, sliding my hands from the outside of your hips to your pleasure center, squeezing and applying just enough pressure as I go to ensure that your knees buckle… just a little. I don’t dwell down there as I move my hands to the top of your stretch pants and slowly move them inside. I blow into your ear and make a small snack of your earlobe. As I slide my hands under your panties moving downward, I am careful not to go to the center. I let my thumbs move between each leg any your piping hot kitty while my pinky fingers stretch to the outside of your legs. I squeeze the top of your thigh to the response of a low deep moan. Damn! The smell of your hair and perfume are intoxicating; your moaning and the weight of you ...