First Time Meeting - Sex Stories

First Time Meeting

... determined to be a gentleman today. You begin to tell me more about your work and I’m mesmerized by your lips. They’re the perfect shape and size to wrap around my...fucking hell, I need to concentrate. I do my best to stifle a moan caused by the more dirty thoughts in my head. But, that’s when I see it. I’ve been checking you out this entire time, my eyes roaming over you. I’ve tried to be cool and nonchalant about it, but we both know it hasn’t worked. You must have heard my groan because the moment I let it out, I catch you squeezing your legs together. That’s it. Now I know that you’re just as worked up as I am. I’m willing to bet you want exactly what I want, but you’re trying to be a lady. And I’m trying to be a gentleman. Fuck that, there’ll be time for it later. I stop controlling my emotions and facial expressions. My happy, carefree smile disappears as I subtly suck in my lower lip. My eyes stare straight into yours, my lust and desire obvious and immediate. I stand up and your eyes lock onto my erection for just a moment. I swear I see the corner of your mouth tip up in lustful appreciation, but this is no time to ask. I hold out my hand and I wonder if you’ll take it or back out. I don’t have to wonder for long. Your hand joins mine. Your palms are warm and slightly damp, your face is just a tad flushed. Yes, I know exactly what you want. I grip your hand and guide you to the back of the shop. I’m doing my best to look casual, but what others think is far from the ...

... most important thing at the moment. We reach the back wall and I pull you into a hallway that leads to the restrooms. There’s three restrooms. One for men, one for women, and one communal. Perfect. I head straight for the communal restroom and find it empty. Even more perfect. I opened the door and drag you in. I need to fuck you. I make sure to lock the door before I turn all of my attention back to you. I close the distance between us before you think. I reach for you, one hand behind your back and one behind you neck. I lean down and kiss you. All the tension and lust, the passion and desire, is focused into that one single kiss. But only for a moment because we both need so much more. I walk you backwards until you’re resting against the sink, my lips never leaving yours, our tongues never cease the dance. Without a word, I turn you around, pinning you between me and the sink. You stare at your own reflection as my hands find your breasts and my lips find the back of your neck. I massage your breasts as I pull you into me, my hard dick pressing against your ass. More. I pull away just long enough to remove your shirt and bra, exposing your tits as we both watch in the mirror. My jeans and boxers are next, they’re far too tight. Not soon enough, I’m pressing myself into you again, only your jeans and panties in my way. It’s time to take care of that. My hands find the front of your jeans and make quick work of the belt and button. I stare into your eyes through the mirror ...