It Was A Blind Date - Sex Stories

It Was A Blind Date

... be are they real?” She grinned, revealing some very nice, white teeth behind mischievous lips, and then, looking away from his blank face she took a sip of the gin and tonic she'd ordered, pressing her dark lips against the straw. Tom thought he might have misheard her, and then, clearing his voice, asked what she meant exactly. “So, this is the angle you’re going for?” She took another sip, her profound blue eyes meeting his. “Order me another, and I’ll fill you in.” When they got their drinks he watched Celeste smile innocently at the waitress, while tucking a piece of raven black hair behind her ear. Sitting there he wondered whether to proceed with his question, which now seemed too interesting not to. He crossed his fingers in front of him, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong or…” before being able to finish he felt her toes curled around and searching for his cock, which quickly grew into a solid mass. She finished her drink, chewing on some of the ice left in the glass, while stretching out with her toes and then using them to clutch at his erection and balls. Everything went silent for Tom as she twirled her big toe just under his sack, and all he could hear was his own excited breathing. Searching over her shoulder, a smirk cut across her sun kissed face. She opened her mouth, pressing her lips and watched his eyes and face as they grew heavy with his arousal, and then it hit him. She spit in his face, reaching all the way across the table. He felt her saliva, warm ...

... and dense, connect just under his eye. He perked up and looked around the restaurant in shock. “What the fuck,” he said in a hushed voice. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you--” “Cunt?” She queried, finishing his sentence. She stopped playing with his cock, and slipped on her black and silver heel. Tom wiped away the spit with his hand, but before smearing it on a napkin she told him in a calm tone, “Put that in your mouth. I want you to taste me, asshole.” She watched him like an eagle from its perch, reading him to see what his reaction would be. Tom’s breathing went from heavy and confused to heavy and intrigued as he took in her saliva. She tasted amazing. He had her smell, and liked it. She retrieved a steak knife to the right of her and tapped her teeth gently with it while leaning back in her chair. “You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” Tom pushed his hair back and finished his drink, letting the ice cool his lips. Putting the sweaty tumbler glass down, he saw that she was up, walking away. He watched her leave, licking the corners of his mouth, before she looked back at him. Her middle finger went up, meant for him, and she placed it in the center of her fucking, tight little ass. He could see her ass muscles ripple under that dress of hers, and each time a cheek went up and down it was calling to him. He stood up and followed her to wherever she was hopefully leading him as she sauntered down some stairs, turning the corner and cutting left. He could smell her ...