“I’m not sleeping with him on the first date,” exclaimed Laura.   

“Why not?” replied Flora   

“Because-” she paused, looking at her best friend, “I don’t do that!”   

“Well, I think you should,” quipped Flora.  

Laura pulled down the hem of the tight black dress Flora had loaned her. She felt uncomfortable in such a tight outfit, her usual style was more like jeans and a loose t-shirt. But when James finally asked her out, after weeks of her secret lusting, she knew nothing in her own wardrobe would do for the occasion. The low-cut bodycon dress Flora had given to Laura to try on was the least outrageous of the selection of outfits she had grabbed. Laura was pretty sure one of the outfits lying on her bed was just two strips of red fabric held together in the back with a thin zip. There was no way in hell she would try that on, never mind wear it out in public.   

Laura had been desperate to go on a date with James for weeks, ever since he turned up at her rock-climbing class. She had presumed he was a new recruit until he introduced himself to the group as their new instructor. Laura felt more light-headed looking at him than she had climbing any of the walls. As the weeks rolled by and she got to know James better, she was glad for that day she decided to overcome her fear of heights. Now it wasn’t the walls that sent her heart fluttering and made her palms sweaty but the sight of this gorgeously tall, tanned man that stood in front of her every week; encouraging her, telling her she was doing good.

The first week he told her “You are doing so good Laura” she nearly came tumbling down from the wall. Losing her footing as his praise spread like a warm fire through her body. She raced home that day with the memory of his muscles straining against his t-shirt and the sound of his voice telling her she was doing good. God how she wanted to hear him say those words to her again.    

Eager not to be late Laura arrived at the restaurant at 7:25 pm and was shown to a small intimate table by a handsome but awkward young server. Laura was conscious to pull down the hem of her tight black dress as she sat in the hopes to retain some modesty and not flash the very tops of her thighs to the whole restaurant. She sat there nervously tapping her fingers against the table, stealing glances at the door, both desperate to see him and terrified to be sat opposite him. Just as she chanced another look, he appeared, striding towards the table. He looked amazing in a black suit with a white shirt, a few buttons undone showing off his collarbones and hinting at the chiselled chest that lay beneath.    

His thick dark brown hair was perfectly styled swept off his forehead. She felt her heart skip a beat, but her pussy did not. It twitched as he confidently strolled towards her, holding her gaze with his dark intense eyes. Laura stumbled to her feet, almost toppling over in her heels, he instinctively to catch her but she steadied herself against the table and muttered an apology under her breath.       

He held a hand behind her back, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, telling her how good she looked and how happy he was she agreed to this. She blushed in return as she sat back down, pulling her dress down her legs. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her hardening nipples and cursed her friend Flora for talking her into not wearing a bra.   

His smooth voice enchanted her as they chatted across the table their bodies subconsciously growing closer and closer together. The young server returned taking their order, not making eye contact with Laura. James smiled as he walked away.   

“What’s the smile for?” Laura asked.   

“Oh nothing, I just remember what it was like at that age with a gorgeous woman in front of you,” he paused “not easy to control yourself, if you know what I mean.”   

“James,” she swotted his arm, but giggled, looking down at herself, cleavage and legs on full display.   

“You have a cute laugh, doll.” He took her hand across the table and stroked his thumb over her fingers.    

She melted, her body was on fire at his touch and his words. Or his word. No one had ever called her “Doll” before and she had no idea it would have had this effect on her. She shifted in her seat feeling a wetness growing between her legs.   

They chatted, drank, and ate as she grew more confident around him. As they finished their main course, she was running her foot up and down his leg, slowly and softly. She could see the look in his eyes grow darker and more intense. Like he was looking into her mind and he could sense just how turned on she was by his presence. After the server had collected their plates and refilled their wine, James decided to see how much he could tease Laura. He’d noticed her squeezing her thighs together, all night and shifting in her seat. And everyone in the restaurant could see her nipples straining against her tight black dress.   

James reached under the table and grabbed Laura’s ankle, holding it tight in his grasp. He looked into her eyes; she felt hot with desire but blushed thinking she’d taken things too far. Until he pushed her leg back down to the floor. She was confused and a little hurt that he wasn’t feeling the same as her. That was until he put his own foot between hers and gently kicked her feet apart so her legs were spread open. She felt a fresh wave of longing burn through her.

He nudged the knife that the server had left off the edge of the table. And without saying a word, while staring at her grinning, he bent down to pick it up. He looked straight up her dress, which was now resting at the very tops of her thighs, barely covering her red lace thong. But from where he was James had an amazing view. He toyed with the idea of reaching up and stroking her through her thong. But instead, he opted to run his hand up her leg, slowly, from her ankle, grazing up the side of her leg, fingertips against her soft, smooth skin. Past her knee, he could hear her breathing deeper higher he went. When he reached her mid-thigh, he gave it a soft squeeze and then returned to his seat.    

He knew its efforts had the desired effects because when he looked at her, she was flushed, her lips parted slightly, panting. And her thighs were squeezed together more tightly than they had been before. He held her gaze until she finally looked up at him.  

“Do you want to get out of here? My place is close by, or there is a bar around the corner.”   

The words had barely left his lips when she shot back, “Your place.”    

He smiled then licked his lips, nodding. He called the server over and paid the bill even though Laura insisted on paying half. He shot her a look that told her not to argue with him about this, or she might regret it later.   

He grabbed her hand and led her out of the restaurant, taking the longer route past as many tables as he could, hoping she’d be a little embarrassed walking past tables of people all staring at her. With her other hand, she held into the bottom of her dress almost running behind him in her black high heels to keep up with his long strides.    

He opened the door of his car for her and ushered her in. His own desperation growing. Laura felt the cool leather of the seats on the back of her thighs. It made her body shiver as he sat next to her and rested his large hand high on her thigh.   

He turned to look at her, “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded, but he shook his head back at her.   

“Tell me,” he whispered as he leant in closer to her, his hand around the back of her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin.   

“I am sure about this, James,” she whispered breathlessly.    

“Good.” He smiled back at her.    

He leant in closer and kissed her. She flung her arms around his neck pulling him in closer. Her mouth opened to accept his tongue. His hand worked up her leg, pushing up her dress. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, desperate to feel something, anything between her legs. Her hips ground against the seat as they continued to kiss. He slowly pulled away from her, their foreheads resting against each other.   

“We really should get out of here.” He straightened himself up in his seat and started the car. Laura looked over to him and noticed the large bulge that had formed in his slim black trousers.    

They pulled up to a tall, imposing apartment complex. James guided her into the foyer with a hand on the small of her back. He pressed the button for the elevator and the doors opened immediately. Laura’s body shivered with anticipation, she’d read enough erotica and watched enough films to know what usually happened in an empty elevator.    

They entered and he pressed the button for the top floor. He stood beside her. His arm around her back, hand resting on her waist, fingertips brushing her side. The elevator seemed the climb the floors so slowly, Laura was sure someone had changed the speed just to draw out the experience.   

All James could think about in the elevator ride was kissing her again, his hands roaming her body. Kissing her gorgeous soft lips, her delicate neck, biting her ear. But he knew if he started kissing her now, they wouldn’t make it out of the elevator. And as much as that idea did appeal to him, he had other plans for her.   

The elevator finally arrived at the top floor, James took Laura hand and guided her out of it and into the stark white hallway. He led her to a large dark grey door which was embezzled with gold numbers “347”. James fished out his keys and opened the front door for Laura to step through. Her heels clicked against the dark hardwood floors as she entered. His apartment looked straight out of a bachelor pad from a film; floor to ceiling windows, open plan living and kitchen room with a minimalist feel, a large grey sofa and no clutter. She stepped further into the space, forgetting he was behind her until she felt his strong hands around her waist, spinning her around the face him.   

“Hey.” He smiled seductively at her as his hands ran down her side to her bum, which he grabbed a handful of.    

“Hey,” she whispered back as they leaned in and kissed again.    

Tongues explored each other mouths as she pushed off his blazer and began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. James guided her over the sofa, making sure not to break their kiss as he sat down, pulling her on top of him. Laura was still frantically unbuttoning his shirt, her hands trembling slightly from anticipation. Once she has undone the last button James pulled it off, revealing his toned muscular chest and stomach. Laura dragged her fingernails up his chest as her other hand tangled itself into his thick hair.    

James broke the kiss.   

“Stand up for me,” he ordered, and Laura obliged, standing up in front of him. He leant forward so his face was inches away from her pussy. Laura was sure he could smell her sweet scent. James looked up at her, reached down and undid the ankle straps of her heels and helped her step out of them.    

“Are you a good girl?” James asked, licking his lips.   

“What?” Laura blurted out; she was not expecting him to say anything like that. But she had to admit it was having an effect on her she’d never experienced before.   

“I asked if you are a good girl?” Laura nodded in reply, not meeting his intense stare.   

“Look at me.” She lifted her head to look at him and knew he was waiting for her to say the actual words.   

“Yes. Yes, I am a good girl.”   

“Mmmm. I like that, doll,” he purred. “Now, take your thong off.” He enjoyed the bashful look that spread across her face at his instruction.    

He had no doubt she’d do exactly as she was told, but seeing the flicker of resistance mixed with growing desire, he knew she was experiencing made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Laura reached under her dress. Hooked her thumbs into the side of the thong and pulled it down her legs slowly, until it fell around her ankles.    

“Hand it here.” James opened his hand as she stepped out of the red lace.    

She picked it up and placed it into his hand. He scrunched the fabric up and placed it into his trouser pocket. He pulled himself to the edge of the sofa and pulled her towards him. He traced a finger up the inside of her leg, from her mid-thigh up. Stopping right at her pussy. He grabbed hold of her other hand, lacing their fingers together and then ran his finger along her lips, gathering the wetness that had been growing there all night. Her knees buckled from her as she finally felt his touch. She spread her legs involuntarily encouraging him to explore further. He ran his finger up and down her slit a few more times, finally stopping at her clit. With his finger to it, not moving, Laura's hips ground and bucked against him, desperate for more. Desperate for release.    

James looked up at her enthralled by the sight before him, her smooth soft legs, her perfect body still in that tight dress, her breasts straining against the fabric longing to be freed. Her slender neck was exposed as her head rolled back in pleasure; her eyes squeezed shut.    

All Laura was focused on was the feeling of James’ finger on her clit, she was so desperate to cum she didn’t notice when he slid to the floor. On his knees in front of her. It wasn’t until he pulled her so she was standing right above his face he noticed he had moved. Her legs spread open, feet either side of his topless form. She looked down at him as he licked from her knee up the inside of her leg. Growing closer and closer to her pussy. Her hands found their way into his hair again, she focused on the feeling of his hot wet tongue on her skin, not daring to think about what was to come next.    

“I need to taste you.”  

James slipped his tongue between her lips and found her aching, wanting clit. She gasped as his tongue made contact and she swayed on the spot. He toyed with her clit; flicking his tongue over it, swirling it around, keeping all his movement soft and slow. Laura’s wetness was running down her thighs. Waves of pleasure built in the pit of her stomach and she couldn’t keep still. Moans and screams were emitting from her.    

He took her clit in his mouth and sucked on it gently, massaging it with his expert tongue. Laura’s body was hot, sweaty. Her breath laboured. James reached up and pressed two fingers to her pussy, they accepted him inside without resistance, her wetness coating his fingers. He curved them up and he slowly pulled them in and out. The moan that escaped Laura’s mouth had told him he’d found the exact spot he wanted. His tongue quickened its delicate assault on her clit and his fingers worked in and out of her speeding up her orgasm.   

“I’m going to cum,” she screamed as the wave crashed over her.    

Her body collapsed forward, as she held onto the back of the sofa. He reached his free hand up to hold her steady. Her knees gave way and her pussy sank closer to his face. Her back arched and her eyes rolled, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. But James did not relent, he kept his lips tight around her clit. His fingers still inside of her. Moving more slowly now.    

Her body shuddered and twitched, as she rode out her orgasm. He finally released her clit, but kept his fingers still inside of her.   

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you, doll?” He looked up at her, resting his head against the sofa. His stubble glistened from her wetness.   

She looked down at him, and let out a soft laugh. Straightening up and pulling her dress back down the cover her exposed pussy. James got to his feet; Laura took in the sight of him standing in front of her dressed in nothing but form-fitting black trousers. His muscular body on show. James wrapped his hand around the back of Laura's head, his fingers entwining with her brown hair. He pulled her towards him, he kissed her hard. She could taste her own juices on his lips. He kissed down her jaw, down her neck, nibbling at it. He kissed along her shoulder to the strap of her dress.   

“Shall we go to the bedroom?”