The first meet - part 2

You begin idle chit chat, the usual ?getting to know you? kinda stuff. You must be on autopilot, as inside your checking him out. His close shaved head, not what you usually go for, but it suits him. You think of what it must be like to rub your hands on it, like velcro. Both of your palms on the back of his head as he buries his face in your aching pussy.

You shift your thighs, again with the electric shocks.

His face is nice enough. Nice smile. You wish you could concentrate on what he is actually saying, but he must be ok, as you haven?t left.

He?s got lovely lips, very kissable. As he pauses he wets them with his tongue. Jesus, did he do that on purpose? He really has no idea how I am feeling right now. When he does it again, you can?t help but think of the tip of it tracing the outline of your pussy lips, teasing them open, circling your hardening clit?fuck, what am I doing here?

?So do you live far?? he says as he takes a sip from his coffee, his lips pursing against the side of the mug?against the inners of your thighs as he nibbles his way up the inside towards your?

?Close enough,? you hear yourself suggest.

He raises his lovely eyebrows above those deep brown eyes. Then laughs.

You realise you really have to get a grip.

?Well, that?s comforting to know!? he says and reaches forwards and places a hand on your thigh, just at the hem of your short skirt, which has ridden up quite high now you?re sitting.

Instinctively you relax your leg at his touch, moving it slightly towards him. It causes his hand to gently slide up your thigh a little, just under the skirt, just inches from the fold in your skin where your hips meet your legs. The tips of his fingers fall slightly inwards, on your inner thigh. The heat, surely his hands can?t be that hot? Without realising, you shift your hips forward in your seat, eager to feel more contact?somewhere else. His hand slides upwards and inwards, the tips of his fingers finding your trimmed pubes, where he should normally feel the material of underwear.

You realise your eyes are closed, as you are lost in your own swimming fantasy. He is looking down, down at your legs, your skirt?actually, you realise, as your skirt is not hitched up higher, he is looking at your wet pussy. You gasp and slide backwards and straighten yourself. The electricity running through your entire groin area is like your finger is in a plug socket.

He just smiles, and blushes.

You watch as his hands slip into his lap. Nice, not large, but average hands. He bites his finger nails, but you don?t and that. Means no sharp moments when they explore your aching, throbbing pussy. Nice and smooth as they open up your lips, as your juices run down your inner thighs. You imagine him licking them up with the tip of his tongue as his finger, just one to begin with, puts some pressure on your sopping opening. You?re so wet that it slides right in, easy as anything, the tight walls of your pussy gripping it as it almost welcomes it inside you, pulling it in further and deeper?

You realise he is looking at you again, just staring.

?Are you ok?? he asks with a smile on his face.

?Oh yes, I?m?I?m?I need to visit the toilet.?

?Oh, right. They are just there,? he says pointing to a nearby door.

You?re so worked up that you don?t know if your legs will work. What you really want to do is just straddle him and feel his hard cock slide deep into you.

?I?ll just be a minute,? you say as you stand. Yes, the legs hold. You?re sure you can smell yourself, that sweet smell of being so turned on. That funky aroma that is unmistakable. Will he smell it as you walk behind his chair?

Instead he pushes his chair backwards forcing you to walk in front of him. Fuck. The table is too close and there?s not much room, so you daintily have to semi straddle his legs to get past. You?re half way, and so could easily just undo the flies of his jeans, pull out that hard circumsised cock you have only seen in pictures, grip it with one hand and slide it right into your aching pussy.

he is smiling at you, his face flushed. You notice something though, some movement beyond his face. You see the crotch of his jeans move, slightly, like something inside is trying to get out, pushing at the material of his jeans.

It?s all you can take. You literally jump over his legs, not caring if he sees whatever, and run to the toilet. Thank fuck it?s free. You close the door behind you and sit on the seat. What the hell are you going to do? You know what you want, but he?s out there. Can you really take care of yourself in the toilets, by yourself? It would make talking better. You don?t need much persuading as you hitch up your skirt, and almost grab at yourself. Your pussy is soaking as you easily slide a couple of fingers in. The warm tingling feeling surges through you as you slide them deeper into your aching pussy. You can feel yourself opening, stretching, and the feeling, well, you know this won?t take long.

You lean back against the cistern, closing your eyes as one hand starts to fuck your pussy as the other starts to furiously make circling motions over your hard and slipper clit. You can feel the waves begin to build as your hands start to move faster, the only noise you can hear, apart from your own breaths and gasps, and the wet slapping of your aching cunt as it gorges on your moist fingers, dripping with your own juices.

?You might want to lock the door, at least!?

He?s standing there as you freeze, mid action. What a fucking sight you instantly think, you sat on a toilet, fingers deep inside your sopping cunt, juices dripping down onto the floor and you fingers on your clit.

Fuck it?no?fuck him!

You lean forwards and grab his jeans waist, pulling him towards you. In a mad blur of button and zipper action, his hard cock bounces free. As it bobs there momentarily, the strip light catches in the sticky pre-cum all over his engorged red helmet.

You stand and turn, placing one hand on the cistern. With the other, you actually pull him by his hard cock. It feels hot and you can feel it throb under your fingers as they try to circle it?s girth. You guide it to your aching opening and push back, sliding him right in, as deep as he can go. You let out a loud groan. Who gives a fuck now?

You start bouncing against him, harder and harder. The delight of his cock stretching your pussy wide open, feeling his tip hit you deep inside is all you needed to send you over the edge. Your grip his t-shirt and slam him into you as the waves of an almighty orgasm flood through you, wave after wave as you bounce on his hard cock. You pull him in tight, keeping him deep inside you as you feel his cock throb whilst your walls convulse all over his hard manhood.

When the feeling starts to subside, you feel him slowly begin to soften and slide out of you. Fuck, you love that feeling, sad, but at the same time satisfied.

?Well, would you look at that?? he says.

You turn your head and shoot him a satisfied, but questioning glance.

?You did get sticky buns after all!"