Date Night - Sex Stories

Date Night

... fun. I wasn't trying to get into her knickers but you know where this is going so I'll stop making excuses. The fact is that just as a lifetime without relationships can ruin your chances of having a good long-lasting relationship, not having sex until you're approaching middle age can sure as hell damn your chances of ever relaxing and enjoying it if you ever do have sex. There are people in the world who die virgins at ripe old ages, believe it or not! 'I can set you up with someone if you like,' I suggested. 'I'd rather not, it would be weird,' she said hopelessly. 'Then what?' 'I don't know, I was thinking maybe you'd want to give it a second chance,' she hinted all too blatantly and I just looked at her. We were kissing heavily. The taste of her lips was driving me crazy, whetever she had on and unlike when we were younger she wasn't trying to push me away, she was coming onto me and almost grinding up against me through her dress. I asked if she wanted to go upstairs and she stopped, shaking her head. 'Not now,' she said, 'I want to wait a bit longer...' Fine, I thought. I didn't want to lead her on or to be led on, but I knew what would make her look at life a little differently. 'I'm going to go if you don't mind, but before I do- I crept down onto my knees between her legs and hitched up her dress asking her to trust me, that I'd be gentle. She just looked at me with wide eyes, breathing slightly ragged and shaking. She was wearing white panties underneath but it ...

... wasn't long before I had pulled them to one side and began slowly lapping at her musky pink little pussy and sucking gently at her sswelling clit. I grinned all the while, showing her that I was enjoying it. And her face was a picture that I cannot describe other than she seemed to come to life like somebody discovering sexual arousal and pleasure for the very first time. 'You don't need these,' I said about her panties, whipping them off and pushing her knees backward, giving her a show as I dived deep into her pussy and continued to lap away. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was hung open and she was trying not to make a sound but there was no mistaking the sharp breathe that would escape her mouth. I continued to lick her out for the next hour before reaching up to kiss her and to share her taste. That drove her mad, in the good sense. It was soon my turn to be shocked when I found her grinding her bare wet pussy up against my leg. Right beneath the fabric now soaked by her excitement was the tip of my engorged cock and I pointed it out to her saying 'the only thing stopping me fucking the orgasms out of your soaking pussy right now is the demin I'm wearing. I want you to think about that tonight!' With that, I kissed her goodnight, put on my jacket and let myself out! The very next weekend she was desperate to fuck but her pussy was too small for me to fit, but over the course of the month she finally became accustomed to me and let's just say she did finally catch up on lost ...