Why is the first engagement with a stranger always accompanied with that strange feeling on your stomach? I woke up early on the arranged meeting morning with that flutter already present on my stomach, more of excitement than fear. This was not the first time in my life that I have made such an appointment and I was actually looking forward to this one. This girl has made me work for the privilege to meet her and I felt honoured to have pulled it off. I took the normal early shower and ensured that I am thoroughly cleaned from head to toes. I have spent extra time shaving ensuring that when we do meet and my face touches hers, that it would be as smooth as possible. The required aftershave was also important in modesty, not overwhelming to smother her or to make her breathless.
I could not wait for the agreed departure time and left about 20 minutes earlier, using an excuse of still having to fill up the car with fuel as well as giving myself enough time to drive the distance to her house avoiding traffic delays. Everything work out well, found her house without problems and I arrived just on time.
After parking in front of the house and locking my car, everything seems to be extremely quiet. I pressed to door bell and waited with a bouncing heart for someone to open. She was hopefully also in the same state of mind and was waiting with the same flutter and bouncing heart for me to arrive. I stood there like a schoolboy on his first blind date, what next?
She opened the door, unlocks the safety gate and while turning around to walk back into the house, invited me in swiftly and instructed me to lock the security gate behind me, which I did without delay. She never gave me an opportunity to study her face, figure or anything else. I was too busy locking the security gate. After turning back to walk into the house, she was standing there in front of me awaiting me with the biggest smile possible. I stepped forward and greeted her with a kiss on the mouth to also test her reaction. What was her first reaction after seeing me, her kissing me would reveal me being accepted or not. I was still puzzled. This girl was in total control, she is surely, and it was later confirmed, a poker player that can control her feelings and emotions.
I thanked her for allowing me to be part of her life and to invite me to join her at her house which I know could be a great risk to her. She told me that if it wasn’t for my dare to her, it would have not have happened at all. Hmmm…. I thought, she is up to challenges as well and today will be full of challenges.
She offered to make something to drink, and we sat down at the table starting to explore each other verbally, drinking the nice warm coffee. She also lit a cigarette or two which I attribute firstly to help her calming the nerves. Since I am a non-smoker, the coffee helped me calming my own.
She got up and with a firm instruction she announced “let’s get started” and walked down the passage expecting me to follow her. I was glad to follow because I myself was interested to get started. I followed her into the bedroom and we immediately started kissing each other, first softly but then with more passion. I was also eager to start working on her breasts with my hands and softly taken her nipples through her dress between my fingers, squeezing them between my thumb and forefinger, waiting for them to show any reaction of ecstasy. They complied instantly. I pulled her head forward to ensure that our lips do not get separated from each other and we continued kissing for a while. I decided this standing up kissing is making my knows go wobbly and it would be best to lie her down on the bed after which I will have full access to her whole body, and the best part is still to be discovered.
I quickly removed my clothes not to be impeded and distracted later and again started working on her breasts, this time exposing them naked and ready for my tongue to do it miracles. I started licking her nipples, first in circles and later taking them between my teeth, gentle biting on them to make them even more aroused. They became harder as I carried on en longer until I could properly suck on them. She later told me that this action was too intense for her liking but at that moment I could only hear her soft moaning response showing me approval for what I am doing. I had to remove her black g-string immediately because my main objective and purpose was to get to that soft wet pussy begging me for attention.