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I met Jenny at an electronics store. She was looking at smartphones and seemed frustrated. I was a customer, but she looked so adorable I impulsively asked her if I could help. She smiled and asked if I worked there.
"I'm Jake," I said. "I don't work here, but I know a little about smartphones."
"I'm Jenny," she said and told me she was on a strict budget. We began looking at budget smartphones, and by the time she picked one we were chatting quite comfortably. I asked for her number, and after they activated her new phone, I texted "enjoy your new phone" to her, putting our numbers in each other's phones.
Not wanting to seem over-eager, I waited a couple of days before calling to ask her to join me for coffee. We met at Starbucks the next day, and before long we'd made a date for the following Saturday night. Dinner and a movie went far better than any first date I'd had before, and we shared a fleeting goodnight kiss at her apartment door.
I was excited about getting to know her better but didn't want to seem needy, so I waited a few more days before asking her out again. She said she was hoping I'd call. I wanted to spend a longer time with her and suggested a Saturday afternoon date at a local museum. I said we could end the day with dinner at a much nicer restaurant than our first outing.
When I picked her up she was wearing a proverbial little black dress. One that accentuated every curve. I was stunned at her transformation from the casually dressed girl I'd helped pick a phone, to the sophisticated lady accompanying me to the museum. I suddenly felt underprepared and out of my league.
Her easy smile and warm hand in mine quickly put me at ease. We found that our tastes in fine art and antiquities were similar, and we even shared a mutual love of French cuisine.
After dinner, we went back to her place. There, over wine, we had a long conversation about our individual futures. Just getting to know more about each other, but it was pleasantly natural and unforced. It felt like I'd known Jenny for years instead of less than two weeks. Our third date, for the following weekend, turned out to be an unspoken assumption. We laughed and talked about what we were going to do instead of whether or not we were going to do something.
Our third date was the next Friday night. I was working out of town all week but we spent hours on the phone, talking about the concert we were going to and pretty much everything under the sun. Jenny always seemed to be in a laid-back mood. She was comfortable suggesting things to do and spoke up when she did or didn't like my suggestions. I'm drawn to strong women and fell in love with her self-confident personality.
After the show, we went back to her place again and were sitting on the floor watching some old movie on TV. It crossed my mind that this is our third date. "I wonder if I should try for some sex?" I mused. Even though that thought was in my mind, I was surprised güvenilir bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) when Jenny mentioned it first.
"Jake, I hope you don't think I'm awful for saying this, but this is our third date. If you're thinking about the possibility of sex, you should know I've given it some thought."
I composed myself and tried to be as cool as possible. "Well, Jen," I said. "I've thought about it. A lot. But, I wasn't sure if you're attracted to me sexually, and I don't want you to think I assume anything's going to happen."
"Silly boy," she said. "I've definitely thought about us having sex. I want you to know that I haven't been on a third date in quite a while. And If you're wondering, that means I haven't been with anyone for over a year."
"Well," I joked, "they tell me it's like riding a bike."
"I know," she laughed. "Yeah. You never forget how to do it, and hopefully, you don't fall off." Her laugh came from way down inside. The throaty kind of laugh I find very sexy.
By now, we were having a glass of wine on her sofa. She leaned over and gave me a long kiss with a lot of tongue. She was salivating and the kiss was wet like I've never before experienced. That sealed the deal for my penis. At this point, it was getting hard and causing a noticeable bulge in my fly area.
Jenny looked down at my lap and smiled at the obvious bulge. "Looks like you've got a nice tent forming there, Jake." Her openness about sex was exciting.
"Seems so, Jen. What on earth are we going to do about it?"
"Well, Jake," she smiled, rubbing the lump in my shorts. "What do you say we hit the shower and examine some options."
Great! A shower first. I thought. I was glad she was on the same page because I absolutely couldn't wait to taste her pussy. I'd been thinking about that since we met.
In the shower, Jen carefully washed and gently stroked my cock, and I soaped every inch of her, paying special attention to her nicely trimmed pussy and her butt. She moaned and pressed her pussy to my fingers as I gently washed it, and I noticed that as I grazed her little rosebud she pressed against my fingers even harder.
We dried each other off and headed for her king-size bed. We stretched out on top of the covers. I was lying on my back with my cock standing like a flag pole, as Jenny kissed my chest and slowly stroked up and down my hard-on with her soft, warm hand. She lifted my balls and jiggled them up and down as though weighing them. I admired her body which was much more voluptuous than I'd imagined. Even the form-fitting black dress she wore to dinner didn't tell the whole story. I ran my hands over her breasts, hips, legs, and gradually her inner thighs. I gently brushed my fingers across her chestnut bush and engorged pink labia.
Jenny was wet. Dripping wet. Juices flowed from her pussy like a faucet had been turned on. It ran from her pussy and down her butt-crack, making a fragrant wet spot on the bedsheet. I've never güvenilir bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) seen a woman secrete so much natural lube. After a few minutes of slowly caressing and fingering her while worshiping her breasts with my tongue and lips, I moved down to lick her belly. I kept licking and kissing my way down her body until I was licking her pussy. Everything we were doing seemed amazingly natural. It was as though we were long-time lovers, not a couple exploring each other's bodies for the first time.
After spending a long time gently touching and stroking each other while I ate her pussy, Jenny said, "Jake, I love what you're doing but I really need you to put your cock inside me. I can't wait any longer." She took my cock in her hand and guided me to the gates of paradise. I let my cock brush against her dripping pussy's lips. She held it in her hand and rubbed the head against her nether lips slowly, moaning softly as she soaked me with her juices. Her wide brown eyes never left mine. After a few seconds of rubbing my cock up and down her slit, Jenny held it against her opening and thrust her hips up slightly. My tip slipped easily inside her eager body. Her mouth was forming an "O" as she nodded for me to push the rest of my cock inside.
Looking into her eyes, with my cock in the tight heat of her cunt, and her large firm breasts jiggling seductively with every gentle thrust of our hips, I was immediately ready to blow my load. I must've signaled my urgency with a change of expression or the way I began to move in shorter, quicker thrusts. Somehow, she knew I was about to cum. I felt her hand grip the base of my cock, and on the next backward stroke, she squeezed tightly, preventing me from cumming. Without me realizing it, Jenny had slyly aimed my cock an inch lower. My next thrust buried half of my cock inside her naturally lubed butt.
I was surprised but totally pleased by her deft move, and now I was thrusting in and out of the hottest, tightest place my cock had ever been. It took only seconds for these new and exciting sensations to push me over the top. Jenny could feel the beginning of my cock's pulsations and squeezed it even harder and pressed her little butt-hole even harder against my cock. Jenny held me tight with her hands on my ass until my load was spent and the pulsations subsided. Only then did she speak.
"You don't have to pull it out, Jake," she murmured. "I like the way it feels in there."
"I love how tight and hot it is in your butt, Jenny. What a wonderful surprise."
"Well, Jake, I thought it would only be fair to let you cum inside me after we made such making such amazing love."
"I was pleasantly surprised that you put my cock in your butt at the last moment. I thought I'd gone to Heaven."
"I have a confession, Jake." Jenny smiled. "I was watching for the moment when you were about to cum. I was hoping you'd like to fuck my butt. I can't use birth control pills. I had a bad reaction iddaa siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) to them, and I hate IUDs. So, I trained my butt to take a cock. I guess you noticed I put a little lube on it after our shower?"
"I did. I tasted strawberries when I was tonguing your little butt-hole. I loved it."
"I was hoping you like strawberries."
"I noticed you pushed hard against my tongue every time I licked your butt. That gave me some pretty hot thoughts about the possibilities. You have such a pretty little rosebud I was wondering how it would feel to have my cock in it."
"Well, now you know, what do you think?"
"I think you, and your butt are amazing. It's the tightest place my cock has ever been, and yet so soft and hot all at the same time. But, what's really wonderful is that you enjoyed it as much as I did. May I ask you a question?"
"Let me guess. You're wondering why if I'm not on birth control, I didn't let you cum in my mouth. Am I right?" Jen asked.
"You are right on the money, Jen," I said. "A lot of girls like to finish with a blow job after they cum themselves."
"When I first started experimenting with sex, I was in high school. I let my date talk me into sucking his cock. He said he wouldn't cum in my mouth, that he'd pull out and shoot his load in a tissue."
"That's an old line, Jen. My guess is he was lying?"
"Oh, yeah. He held the back of my head so I couldn't get away, and shot a huge load in several long spurts. I gagged, but he held me there until I swallowed it. The prick said he didn't want to make a mess on his dad's car seat."
"He was a real son-of-a-bitch, Jen. I hope you bit his pecker."
"I wish I had. At the time, I was too shocked by the violence of what I'd just been forced to do to fight back. His cum was bitter and nasty. It smelled horrible and made me sick to my stomach. I stuck my head out the open window and puked all over his dad's car door."
"Jenny, I'm so sorry. It makes me mad as hell when anyone treats a girl like that. Was that the only time you had a cock in your mouth?"
"Yep. One and only. That's when I decided that since I liked everything else about it, I'd better be ready the next time I had sex."
"Then you didn't come up with the anal idea on the spur of the moment?"
"Oh, no. My girlfriends were talking about their boyfriends constantly begging them to let them 'fuck their ass.' I didn't get it at first. But, then I realized some things. A guy always wants to cum, I don't want to get pregnant, and I don't want cum in my mouth. I thought about my girlfriends' experiences with anal sex. None of them seemed to mind doing it. So, I bought some mail-order dildos. I started with a small one and moved up to penis-sized ones. With plenty of lubrication, I liked the way they felt in my butt. A hot cock feels even more amazing in my butt. After proper foreplay, I can even cum with anal sex. You probably noticed I secrete a lot of natural lubrication, too."
"I sure did."
"For me, it's the perfect ending to great sex. Now, I know you like it, too, we can have amazing and completely worry-free sex. I think having you cum in my ass just makes sense. Don't you, Jake?"
"I'm Jake," I said. "I don't work here, but I know a little about smartphones."
"I'm Jenny," she said and told me she was on a strict budget. We began looking at budget smartphones, and by the time she picked one we were chatting quite comfortably. I asked for her number, and after they activated her new phone, I texted "enjoy your new phone" to her, putting our numbers in each other's phones.
Not wanting to seem over-eager, I waited a couple of days before calling to ask her to join me for coffee. We met at Starbucks the next day, and before long we'd made a date for the following Saturday night. Dinner and a movie went far better than any first date I'd had before, and we shared a fleeting goodnight kiss at her apartment door.
I was excited about getting to know her better but didn't want to seem needy, so I waited a few more days before asking her out again. She said she was hoping I'd call. I wanted to spend a longer time with her and suggested a Saturday afternoon date at a local museum. I said we could end the day with dinner at a much nicer restaurant than our first outing.
When I picked her up she was wearing a proverbial little black dress. One that accentuated every curve. I was stunned at her transformation from the casually dressed girl I'd helped pick a phone, to the sophisticated lady accompanying me to the museum. I suddenly felt underprepared and out of my league.
Her easy smile and warm hand in mine quickly put me at ease. We found that our tastes in fine art and antiquities were similar, and we even shared a mutual love of French cuisine.
After dinner, we went back to her place. There, over wine, we had a long conversation about our individual futures. Just getting to know more about each other, but it was pleasantly natural and unforced. It felt like I'd known Jenny for years instead of less than two weeks. Our third date, for the following weekend, turned out to be an unspoken assumption. We laughed and talked about what we were going to do instead of whether or not we were going to do something.
Our third date was the next Friday night. I was working out of town all week but we spent hours on the phone, talking about the concert we were going to and pretty much everything under the sun. Jenny always seemed to be in a laid-back mood. She was comfortable suggesting things to do and spoke up when she did or didn't like my suggestions. I'm drawn to strong women and fell in love with her self-confident personality.
After the show, we went back to her place again and were sitting on the floor watching some old movie on TV. It crossed my mind that this is our third date. "I wonder if I should try for some sex?" I mused. Even though that thought was in my mind, I was surprised güvenilir bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) when Jenny mentioned it first.
"Jake, I hope you don't think I'm awful for saying this, but this is our third date. If you're thinking about the possibility of sex, you should know I've given it some thought."
I composed myself and tried to be as cool as possible. "Well, Jen," I said. "I've thought about it. A lot. But, I wasn't sure if you're attracted to me sexually, and I don't want you to think I assume anything's going to happen."
"Silly boy," she said. "I've definitely thought about us having sex. I want you to know that I haven't been on a third date in quite a while. And If you're wondering, that means I haven't been with anyone for over a year."
"Well," I joked, "they tell me it's like riding a bike."
"I know," she laughed. "Yeah. You never forget how to do it, and hopefully, you don't fall off." Her laugh came from way down inside. The throaty kind of laugh I find very sexy.
By now, we were having a glass of wine on her sofa. She leaned over and gave me a long kiss with a lot of tongue. She was salivating and the kiss was wet like I've never before experienced. That sealed the deal for my penis. At this point, it was getting hard and causing a noticeable bulge in my fly area.
Jenny looked down at my lap and smiled at the obvious bulge. "Looks like you've got a nice tent forming there, Jake." Her openness about sex was exciting.
"Seems so, Jen. What on earth are we going to do about it?"
"Well, Jake," she smiled, rubbing the lump in my shorts. "What do you say we hit the shower and examine some options."
Great! A shower first. I thought. I was glad she was on the same page because I absolutely couldn't wait to taste her pussy. I'd been thinking about that since we met.
In the shower, Jen carefully washed and gently stroked my cock, and I soaped every inch of her, paying special attention to her nicely trimmed pussy and her butt. She moaned and pressed her pussy to my fingers as I gently washed it, and I noticed that as I grazed her little rosebud she pressed against my fingers even harder.
We dried each other off and headed for her king-size bed. We stretched out on top of the covers. I was lying on my back with my cock standing like a flag pole, as Jenny kissed my chest and slowly stroked up and down my hard-on with her soft, warm hand. She lifted my balls and jiggled them up and down as though weighing them. I admired her body which was much more voluptuous than I'd imagined. Even the form-fitting black dress she wore to dinner didn't tell the whole story. I ran my hands over her breasts, hips, legs, and gradually her inner thighs. I gently brushed my fingers across her chestnut bush and engorged pink labia.
Jenny was wet. Dripping wet. Juices flowed from her pussy like a faucet had been turned on. It ran from her pussy and down her butt-crack, making a fragrant wet spot on the bedsheet. I've never güvenilir bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) seen a woman secrete so much natural lube. After a few minutes of slowly caressing and fingering her while worshiping her breasts with my tongue and lips, I moved down to lick her belly. I kept licking and kissing my way down her body until I was licking her pussy. Everything we were doing seemed amazingly natural. It was as though we were long-time lovers, not a couple exploring each other's bodies for the first time.
After spending a long time gently touching and stroking each other while I ate her pussy, Jenny said, "Jake, I love what you're doing but I really need you to put your cock inside me. I can't wait any longer." She took my cock in her hand and guided me to the gates of paradise. I let my cock brush against her dripping pussy's lips. She held it in her hand and rubbed the head against her nether lips slowly, moaning softly as she soaked me with her juices. Her wide brown eyes never left mine. After a few seconds of rubbing my cock up and down her slit, Jenny held it against her opening and thrust her hips up slightly. My tip slipped easily inside her eager body. Her mouth was forming an "O" as she nodded for me to push the rest of my cock inside.
Looking into her eyes, with my cock in the tight heat of her cunt, and her large firm breasts jiggling seductively with every gentle thrust of our hips, I was immediately ready to blow my load. I must've signaled my urgency with a change of expression or the way I began to move in shorter, quicker thrusts. Somehow, she knew I was about to cum. I felt her hand grip the base of my cock, and on the next backward stroke, she squeezed tightly, preventing me from cumming. Without me realizing it, Jenny had slyly aimed my cock an inch lower. My next thrust buried half of my cock inside her naturally lubed butt.
I was surprised but totally pleased by her deft move, and now I was thrusting in and out of the hottest, tightest place my cock had ever been. It took only seconds for these new and exciting sensations to push me over the top. Jenny could feel the beginning of my cock's pulsations and squeezed it even harder and pressed her little butt-hole even harder against my cock. Jenny held me tight with her hands on my ass until my load was spent and the pulsations subsided. Only then did she speak.
"You don't have to pull it out, Jake," she murmured. "I like the way it feels in there."
"I love how tight and hot it is in your butt, Jenny. What a wonderful surprise."
"Well, Jake, I thought it would only be fair to let you cum inside me after we made such making such amazing love."
"I was pleasantly surprised that you put my cock in your butt at the last moment. I thought I'd gone to Heaven."
"I have a confession, Jake." Jenny smiled. "I was watching for the moment when you were about to cum. I was hoping you'd like to fuck my butt. I can't use birth control pills. I had a bad reaction iddaa siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) to them, and I hate IUDs. So, I trained my butt to take a cock. I guess you noticed I put a little lube on it after our shower?"
"I did. I tasted strawberries when I was tonguing your little butt-hole. I loved it."
"I was hoping you like strawberries."
"I noticed you pushed hard against my tongue every time I licked your butt. That gave me some pretty hot thoughts about the possibilities. You have such a pretty little rosebud I was wondering how it would feel to have my cock in it."
"Well, now you know, what do you think?"
"I think you, and your butt are amazing. It's the tightest place my cock has ever been, and yet so soft and hot all at the same time. But, what's really wonderful is that you enjoyed it as much as I did. May I ask you a question?"
"Let me guess. You're wondering why if I'm not on birth control, I didn't let you cum in my mouth. Am I right?" Jen asked.
"You are right on the money, Jen," I said. "A lot of girls like to finish with a blow job after they cum themselves."
"When I first started experimenting with sex, I was in high school. I let my date talk me into sucking his cock. He said he wouldn't cum in my mouth, that he'd pull out and shoot his load in a tissue."
"That's an old line, Jen. My guess is he was lying?"
"Oh, yeah. He held the back of my head so I couldn't get away, and shot a huge load in several long spurts. I gagged, but he held me there until I swallowed it. The prick said he didn't want to make a mess on his dad's car seat."
"He was a real son-of-a-bitch, Jen. I hope you bit his pecker."
"I wish I had. At the time, I was too shocked by the violence of what I'd just been forced to do to fight back. His cum was bitter and nasty. It smelled horrible and made me sick to my stomach. I stuck my head out the open window and puked all over his dad's car door."
"Jenny, I'm so sorry. It makes me mad as hell when anyone treats a girl like that. Was that the only time you had a cock in your mouth?"
"Yep. One and only. That's when I decided that since I liked everything else about it, I'd better be ready the next time I had sex."
"Then you didn't come up with the anal idea on the spur of the moment?"
"Oh, no. My girlfriends were talking about their boyfriends constantly begging them to let them 'fuck their ass.' I didn't get it at first. But, then I realized some things. A guy always wants to cum, I don't want to get pregnant, and I don't want cum in my mouth. I thought about my girlfriends' experiences with anal sex. None of them seemed to mind doing it. So, I bought some mail-order dildos. I started with a small one and moved up to penis-sized ones. With plenty of lubrication, I liked the way they felt in my butt. A hot cock feels even more amazing in my butt. After proper foreplay, I can even cum with anal sex. You probably noticed I secrete a lot of natural lubrication, too."
"I sure did."
"For me, it's the perfect ending to great sex. Now, I know you like it, too, we can have amazing and completely worry-free sex. I think having you cum in my ass just makes sense. Don't you, Jake?"