Getting to know Nikki - Sex Stories

Getting to know Nikki

I met Nikki online when I was looking for a change, a new rush and energy. The dimples in her smile drew me, and the simplicity and cheer of her profile made her even more alluring. She was a whirlwind of smiles and giggles with a boundless lusty streak who seemed ready to delightfully upend my world while I tried to rock hers.

Our chats became hugely arousing when they veered to sex, but we were in no hurry as we got to know each other. We knew if we met in person, sex would quickly follow, but even when we set up our first video chat to set up a date, we behaved ourselves.

Nikki stood about five-foot-one with sandy brown hair that was sweeping over her shoulder as we facetimed. When her lower lip dipped into her smile, she also twisted the ends of her hair a bit, which I found hugely sexy. She was fit, filling her purple tank top with curves and contours I couldn't wait to explore with my lips and tip of my tongue. Her toned thighs flowed from her black yoga shorts, so primed for being pushed back as I inhaled her musk and desire.

But we didn't get naughty on the video chat because we knew a meeting would come--and then, so would we.

Nikki and I chose to meet at a coffee shop midway between where we lived (there was also a nearby hotel). I tried not to speed when I drove to our date, but I was giddy and ready. Though I arrived on time, Nikki was waiting by an outdoor table no one would be using for a couple of months, beaming in a yellow sheen of sunshine. It ...

... was still chilly enough for her to wear an olive green sweater that dropped a perhaps six inches below her hips.

"Hey, you," was the cleverest thing I could think of in greeting, so I went with it as I stepped up to her.

"Hey, you, too," she replied, but opened herself to me for a hug that pulled us together like we were magnetized. Hand in hand, she led me inside the shop as a Gen Z hipster wannabee stepped aside with a long look of envy. I tried not to stare too blatantly at the contours Nikki's yoga pants encased by her sweater--but letting her take the lead also allowed me to smile at the hipster.

"Pardon us," I said, trying to avoid a smirk.

Our tastes were basic--black coffee for me, green tea for her. The shop was the type with beam and brick interiors so common in TV romances, but my thoughts were already more X-rated. As we found a side table in the shop half-filled with maybe a dozen people, I did step ahead of Nikki to pull out her wooden chair. It wasn't just because I got to watch her settle into it.

As she sat, I parted her hair a touch, inhaled and kissed the nape of her neck. By then, my nose was hardly my only stimulated organ. Even in a pair of new jeans, my excitement was pushing out as I pulled out my chair and sat next to her at a 90-degree angle.

"Nice to meet you," I said, raising my mug of black coffee and clinking it against Nikki's tea steeping in her mug. Her dimpled grin flashed as we toasted. Sensing that her shoulders were bare ...