My Sweet Clairette 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

My Sweet Clairette 1 by loyalsock

... right into a conversation without any awkward feeling out period. Claire first claimed that the clothes she planned to wear were in the wash, but soon came clean and admitted that the wardrobe was insurance in case I had lied about my description. I smiled and told her that I was relieved to have met her minimum standards. Claire squeezed my arm and said, &#034It's not like that, but I'm really happy how things turned out.&#034 Claire had softer features than I had imagined. She seemed so decisive and assured on the phone that I had imagined she would have a bit of a harder edge to her looks. Her hair was natural and not overly styled, in fact that characterization in general would appropriately describe her looks. She looked like an outdoorsy girl next door. Claire wore very little make up and her clothes had a hint of the urban grunge look so common to the campus. Claire's clothes were loose fitting, but her voluptuous proportions were undisguised and she clearly could have looked good in anything. She had pale skin, and soft looking pink lips, her nose was lightly freckled and she had green eyes that could best be described as feline. I usually find that green eyes need closer study be fully appreciated, but Claire's eyes had an immediate appeal. We really clicked with each other from the start. We sat and talked about so many things and as the night went on we both managed to get fairly d***k. I couldn't help but think that under normal circumstance with a date going this ...

... well I would typically have been starting to think about setting up with another date or even spending the night together. I shared my thoughts with Claire, then leaned in close and whispered to her, &#034Looking at you now I can't believe that I already know that I'll soon be pissing in your mouth.&#034 Claire smiled almost inwardly as if savoring the image and pulled my hand down and pressed it against her pussy. She told me she could hardly get anything done over the last few days thinking about tonight. &#034Do you want to get going?&#034 I asked. &#034Hell yeah, let's go!&#034 she said. It was mid-December and there'd recently been a fairly decent snowfall. Despite the snow, it wasn't overly cold for the time of year. It was a good night for a walk and Claire's place that was a few blocks south of Bloor. On the walk to Claire's we abandoned all efforts to keep our hands to ourselves. Whether playfully freezing each other with our cold hands or more serious and time consuming explorations, we were really getting to know one another. As a result, what normally would have been a fifteen minute walk was shaping up to take much, much longer. Walking south on Euclid Ave, we passed a park on the west side that seemed a good spot to take a few moments to intensify our groping. We moved off the street to a darkened walkway that ran between two fenced off tennis courts. From there slow lust filled kisses progressed to the point that I had Claire's jacket open her shirt bunched up ...