My First Date with Monica
As I drove home from the beach, my mind raced with thoughts of the sex I just had with Monica. My panties were wet from my orgasm, and I wondered at what had occurred; it was so unlike me. I don’t ever remember meeting a girl and having a wanton desire to have sex with her. All I knew was that I hoped I would see her again. I first had to get through my day.
After my day-long meeting ended and my long Friday was over, I pulled out my cell phone and looked for Monica’s number. Nervously, I called her. “Ellen? I was hoping you would call.” My heart skipped a beat “I wanted to apologize for being so forward.” “Don’t be silly” Monica said laughing “It was one of the most exciting morning runs I’ve had, and I loved every minute of it.”
I laughed “I don’t remember starting an office day with sex in the sand.” I took a deep breath “Would you like to have dinner?” Monica instantly answered “How about tomorrow? Meet me at The Dock at 8, it’s my favorite place.” “I can’t wait.”
I agonized all day Saturday about what to wear. I decided on a bright pink linen halter dress. One of my favorites, it has a sexy open back that shows just the right amount, and two dainty double neck ties hold the whole thing up. I love the way it teases my nipples and leaves little to the imagination. It falls just to mid-thigh; I wore new heels to show off my legs. I decided to go without panties but stuck a pair in my bag just in case.
As I drove to dinner, I laughed to myself as I wondered if I would even recognize Monica. There was no need to worry. As I entered the restaurant, Monica was waiting at the bar in a shimmering silver cocktail dress. Off the shoulder, two spaghetti straps held it up. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her dress was very short, and her legs were amazing. She suggested a drink at the bar. We were quite a sight; our dresses rode up as we sat down, baring our legs. The bartender whispered to Monica that some guy wanted to buy her a drink. Monica told the bartender – a woman – “Just tell him I’m here with my girlfriend Ellen.” I shivered and thought “Girlfriend already?” I loved it. Two glasses of champagne started us off. Monica clinked my glass with a bright smile “Here’s to my knee; without it we might never have met.”
A more than wonderful dinner followed, but it flew by as Monica and I reveled in the other’s presence. We laughed and told stories to the delight of the other. We left arm-in-arm. Monica suggested a walk on the beach because she didn’t want to let go of me just yet. It was only three blocks to the beach, but my shoes were killing me by the time we got there. I told Monica that I needed to soak them in the ocean – they felt blistered. We walked down to the water, and I let it lap around my feet as Monica put her arms around me from behind slid them inside my dress and reached for my breasts. Her fingers began to tease my nipples and I leaned back against her. She whispered into my ear asking if I wanted to go back to her house. “You don’t even have to put your shoes on. It’s right over there” she pointed to a brightly lit house overlooking the ocean. I gasped. I had marveled at her house each time I walked the beach.
We walked to her house, and she led me into the kitchen. I asked if I could have some water and we sat on the bar stools sipping water and talking. I asked about her past experiences with women; she’s had only a few and she told me she was a lot like me when she was younger. I looked at my feet and saw four blisters. Monica got some band-aids bandaged my poor feet. She offered to rub my feet and I complied as she avoided the blisters. I told her I was fine, and she asked if I would let her be as assertive as I was on Friday. I smiled and told her yes.
Without saying anything, she stood up and walked behind me and started to lightly stroke my shoulders and arms, up and down, sending sensations through my body. Her hands were so soft and small; not at all like a man’s hands. She slowly and careful brushed my hair over to one side with her hand and started to gently kiss my neck. I sighed and smiled as I tilted my head in the opposite direction to expose more of my long neck for her soft lips. Then she gently swooped my hair to the other side and started to kiss the other side of my neck and I quietly moaned as I tilted my head back as my body tingled and my flesh broke out in goose flesh.
She asked if I wanted a massage and I said sure, and she told me to go to the bed. We both knew how this “massage” would end. Nervous with sexual anticipation, I walked over to the bedroom and kneeled on the bed, my back facing her, as she untied the top of my dress. Naked from the waist up, I lay down on my stomach. Monica straddled the small of my back. I could feel the weight of her body; her pussy was over my behind and I could feel her worked her body against mine as she rubbed my back. It felt very nice; I relaxed enough to stop chatting nervously. She leaned down towards started brushing her nose against my neck and nuzzled my ear, whispering “I like it when you don’t talk.”
She asked if she could remove my dress and I said yes. I confessed that I wasn’t wearing any panties since I didn’t want any panty lines. Monica smiled, responding with a low “Mmm; I could see that when your dress ran up your thighs at the bar. I so wanted to reach out and slide a finger between your lips.”
I lifted my hips and Monica gently slid my dress over my hips and to the floor. She gently guided me back onto the bed. She began to suck on my left breast, moaning loudly and her lips and tongue worked my nipple, making it hard and crinkly. “I love your tits.” I reached for the hem of her dress and began to lift it up over her head. Monica leaned forward so I could pull her dress up and over her head. Then she leaned back showing me her strapless black bra and matching panties. Sheer: I could see her dark nipples and curly bush hiding her pussy. I reached around her back and unsnapped her bra and let it fall. Monica’s breasts were full and perky; her dark nipples were hard with lust. “Getting you naked has made me very wet” she whispered. I stretched my hand to reach her panties and rubbed my fingers up against her slit. Monica was indeed very wet and slippery, and her hair was damp.
I asked, “May I touch your breasts?” as I reached for her right breast and she told me to go ahead. I explored her breasts and nipple with my fingers as she sighed; I gently cupped her firm breast in my hand, gently gracing the tip of her nipple with my fingertips as I watched it wrinkle and harden. “It’s my turn to do you” Monica whispered. She started touching my breasts; kissing then as we both moaned. Her hand traced down along my side and slipped between my legs. She slid her fingers through my soft bush, pressing on my mound. Slowly, her hand traveled in circles over my mound, moving lower each time. I could feel my hips responding, rising to seek more pressure. I could feel my pussy begin to respond, with my juices seeping through my lips. “Don’t stop.”
Monica’s fingers moved over my slit and gently traveled its length, rubbing my lips. Again, a little more pressure with each stroke. Her mouth worked one of my tits, sucking my nipple between her teeth. I so wanted her to fuck me. Monica shifted her hand so that a finger could slide between my pussy lips as she stroked back and forth. Her thumb flicked my clit on each upstroke. “I need you inside me” I moaned. Her fingers continued to slide over my slit and then she pushed a finger inside me. It came out on the upstroke as my clit was flicked and then re-entered me on the downstroke. My hips rose to meet each downstroke and then she stopped stroking and let me fuck her finger. My hips rose and fell as her finger went deeper and deeper inside me. Monica’s thumb was on my clit the entire time. Then she removed her hand. “No” I cried. “Not yet” Monica whispered.
Monica started kissing her way down my body as she began to position herself between my legs. I parted my legs as wide as I could pulling them up with my hands. This opened my pussy completely to Monica. I could feel her kisses over my now pronounced mound and then felt her lips on mine. She sucked and licked my clit as she slowly inserted her fingers inside me. As she worked my clit with her mouth, I could feel her thumb come up and rub my clit. This was unlike any sensation I have felt. My hips writhed as Monica began to really work me over. I could feel that familiar sensation of falling as my cloud of an orgasm began to envelop me. Then Monica stopped. “Not yet.”
She kissed her way back up my body. Our nipples brushed up against each other as she looked down and purposely pressed her breasts down upon mine. I closed my eyes and moaned as her pussy moving up onto mine and she began to slowly rub her pussy against mine. Monica leaned down, her body pressing against the full length of mine as she kissed me again. We probed each other’s mouths with our tongues. Monica pulled away in kisses, sucking my tongue into her mouth and then letting my tongue fuck her mouth. She softly moaned into my mouth as she rubbed her pussy against mine. I reached for her hips and pressed her harder against me. “Now?” she asked. “Oh my God, yes” I gasped.
She slid back down my body. One hand reached for a nipple and began to tweak it. Monica’s mouth reached my mound again and she began to tease it with little bites as fingers slipped inside me. Again, I pulled my legs up to give her complete access to my sex. Her mouth went to my clit and she began to suck it in and out of her mouth. As she expelled my clit, her thumb slid over it and ground it against my pubis. This went on and on as my orgasm began to build again. My hips gyrated with Monica’s mouth and I began that journey over the edge. I could feel my pussy spasm and juices ran down my thighs as I began to come. Monica did not stop this time, continuing to work me over. My orgasm exploded inside me. I could feel my pussy explode with come and my legs flailed in the air as my entire body shook. I came off my first orgasm, but Monica did not stop. She continued to work over my nipple, clit and stuck a third finger inside. Another orgasm quickly followed, racking my body with spasms. I could feel the sheen of sweat that covered my body as I came again. Then, it was just too much. I pushed Monica away and gasped for breath. Monica let me come down, her mouth traveling up my body, licking the perspiration as she came up to kiss me. “I owed you that” she whispered. I nodded and kissed her softly.
I let me hands run lightly over her body. Caressing her soft tight skin made me want to explore Monica’s body more. Then she rolled me over and I was on top of her. We continued kissing as my hands found her breasts. I broke our lips apart as I moved my head down and began sucking on her nipples. I had never enjoyed something so much. I asked her how she liked them to be touched and she told me to grab them on the sides firmly, so I gently pinched and roll one in between my thumb and index finger as I sucked on the other.
I wanted to feel her pussy again, and so a hand wandered down and slipped inside her panties. Reaching her mound and I felt her soft wet hair. I placed my hand on it slowly started rubbing my hand up and down her slippery slit, spreading her wetness all over before I started rubbing in circles. Like Monica did, I let my hand wander down and I began to brush against her clit as the circles continued. Monica’s back arched as she tried to press against my hand. “Inside me” she whispered. I slid a couple fingers up and down her slit and then slipped them inside her. I reached in deeper and curled my fingers toward the roof of her vagina, looking for her button and began to stroke it as I continued to suck on her nipple. Monica now began to moan loudly. I pulled out my hand and rubbed it up and out against her clit and she jumped and squealed in surprise. I asked if she was OK, and she said yes, that she liked that very much. I plunged my fingers inside and began to finger fuck her pulling my fingers out I rubbing her entire slit, pressing her clit and then traveling back inside her. She moaned and grabbed my face and sucked on my tongue as we kissed with her moaning into my mouth. My hands slipped into the waistband of her panties and slid them down Monica’s legs and off.
I went back to rubbing her as she whispered to me to go back inside. She whispered that she must come from the inside. I again started to pump my fingers in and out. She reached down and started rubbing her clit as I kept licking and sucking on her nipple. She was breathing very hard, and I started to finger fuck her pussy harder. Her hand began to flick her clit faster as well and she began to climax. Monica’s moans got louder, her lower body rose against my hand as she exploded into loud, spasmodic shouts, bucking her hips against my hand as her body quivered and convulsed.
Her convulsions lasted a while; I laid my head onto her shoulder as I let her catch her breath. “I would like you to stay the night.”
After my day-long meeting ended and my long Friday was over, I pulled out my cell phone and looked for Monica’s number. Nervously, I called her. “Ellen? I was hoping you would call.” My heart skipped a beat “I wanted to apologize for being so forward.” “Don’t be silly” Monica said laughing “It was one of the most exciting morning runs I’ve had, and I loved every minute of it.”
I laughed “I don’t remember starting an office day with sex in the sand.” I took a deep breath “Would you like to have dinner?” Monica instantly answered “How about tomorrow? Meet me at The Dock at 8, it’s my favorite place.” “I can’t wait.”
I agonized all day Saturday about what to wear. I decided on a bright pink linen halter dress. One of my favorites, it has a sexy open back that shows just the right amount, and two dainty double neck ties hold the whole thing up. I love the way it teases my nipples and leaves little to the imagination. It falls just to mid-thigh; I wore new heels to show off my legs. I decided to go without panties but stuck a pair in my bag just in case.
As I drove to dinner, I laughed to myself as I wondered if I would even recognize Monica. There was no need to worry. As I entered the restaurant, Monica was waiting at the bar in a shimmering silver cocktail dress. Off the shoulder, two spaghetti straps held it up. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her dress was very short, and her legs were amazing. She suggested a drink at the bar. We were quite a sight; our dresses rode up as we sat down, baring our legs. The bartender whispered to Monica that some guy wanted to buy her a drink. Monica told the bartender – a woman – “Just tell him I’m here with my girlfriend Ellen.” I shivered and thought “Girlfriend already?” I loved it. Two glasses of champagne started us off. Monica clinked my glass with a bright smile “Here’s to my knee; without it we might never have met.”
A more than wonderful dinner followed, but it flew by as Monica and I reveled in the other’s presence. We laughed and told stories to the delight of the other. We left arm-in-arm. Monica suggested a walk on the beach because she didn’t want to let go of me just yet. It was only three blocks to the beach, but my shoes were killing me by the time we got there. I told Monica that I needed to soak them in the ocean – they felt blistered. We walked down to the water, and I let it lap around my feet as Monica put her arms around me from behind slid them inside my dress and reached for my breasts. Her fingers began to tease my nipples and I leaned back against her. She whispered into my ear asking if I wanted to go back to her house. “You don’t even have to put your shoes on. It’s right over there” she pointed to a brightly lit house overlooking the ocean. I gasped. I had marveled at her house each time I walked the beach.
We walked to her house, and she led me into the kitchen. I asked if I could have some water and we sat on the bar stools sipping water and talking. I asked about her past experiences with women; she’s had only a few and she told me she was a lot like me when she was younger. I looked at my feet and saw four blisters. Monica got some band-aids bandaged my poor feet. She offered to rub my feet and I complied as she avoided the blisters. I told her I was fine, and she asked if I would let her be as assertive as I was on Friday. I smiled and told her yes.
Without saying anything, she stood up and walked behind me and started to lightly stroke my shoulders and arms, up and down, sending sensations through my body. Her hands were so soft and small; not at all like a man’s hands. She slowly and careful brushed my hair over to one side with her hand and started to gently kiss my neck. I sighed and smiled as I tilted my head in the opposite direction to expose more of my long neck for her soft lips. Then she gently swooped my hair to the other side and started to kiss the other side of my neck and I quietly moaned as I tilted my head back as my body tingled and my flesh broke out in goose flesh.
She asked if I wanted a massage and I said sure, and she told me to go to the bed. We both knew how this “massage” would end. Nervous with sexual anticipation, I walked over to the bedroom and kneeled on the bed, my back facing her, as she untied the top of my dress. Naked from the waist up, I lay down on my stomach. Monica straddled the small of my back. I could feel the weight of her body; her pussy was over my behind and I could feel her worked her body against mine as she rubbed my back. It felt very nice; I relaxed enough to stop chatting nervously. She leaned down towards started brushing her nose against my neck and nuzzled my ear, whispering “I like it when you don’t talk.”
She asked if she could remove my dress and I said yes. I confessed that I wasn’t wearing any panties since I didn’t want any panty lines. Monica smiled, responding with a low “Mmm; I could see that when your dress ran up your thighs at the bar. I so wanted to reach out and slide a finger between your lips.”
I lifted my hips and Monica gently slid my dress over my hips and to the floor. She gently guided me back onto the bed. She began to suck on my left breast, moaning loudly and her lips and tongue worked my nipple, making it hard and crinkly. “I love your tits.” I reached for the hem of her dress and began to lift it up over her head. Monica leaned forward so I could pull her dress up and over her head. Then she leaned back showing me her strapless black bra and matching panties. Sheer: I could see her dark nipples and curly bush hiding her pussy. I reached around her back and unsnapped her bra and let it fall. Monica’s breasts were full and perky; her dark nipples were hard with lust. “Getting you naked has made me very wet” she whispered. I stretched my hand to reach her panties and rubbed my fingers up against her slit. Monica was indeed very wet and slippery, and her hair was damp.
I asked, “May I touch your breasts?” as I reached for her right breast and she told me to go ahead. I explored her breasts and nipple with my fingers as she sighed; I gently cupped her firm breast in my hand, gently gracing the tip of her nipple with my fingertips as I watched it wrinkle and harden. “It’s my turn to do you” Monica whispered. She started touching my breasts; kissing then as we both moaned. Her hand traced down along my side and slipped between my legs. She slid her fingers through my soft bush, pressing on my mound. Slowly, her hand traveled in circles over my mound, moving lower each time. I could feel my hips responding, rising to seek more pressure. I could feel my pussy begin to respond, with my juices seeping through my lips. “Don’t stop.”
Monica’s fingers moved over my slit and gently traveled its length, rubbing my lips. Again, a little more pressure with each stroke. Her mouth worked one of my tits, sucking my nipple between her teeth. I so wanted her to fuck me. Monica shifted her hand so that a finger could slide between my pussy lips as she stroked back and forth. Her thumb flicked my clit on each upstroke. “I need you inside me” I moaned. Her fingers continued to slide over my slit and then she pushed a finger inside me. It came out on the upstroke as my clit was flicked and then re-entered me on the downstroke. My hips rose to meet each downstroke and then she stopped stroking and let me fuck her finger. My hips rose and fell as her finger went deeper and deeper inside me. Monica’s thumb was on my clit the entire time. Then she removed her hand. “No” I cried. “Not yet” Monica whispered.
Monica started kissing her way down my body as she began to position herself between my legs. I parted my legs as wide as I could pulling them up with my hands. This opened my pussy completely to Monica. I could feel her kisses over my now pronounced mound and then felt her lips on mine. She sucked and licked my clit as she slowly inserted her fingers inside me. As she worked my clit with her mouth, I could feel her thumb come up and rub my clit. This was unlike any sensation I have felt. My hips writhed as Monica began to really work me over. I could feel that familiar sensation of falling as my cloud of an orgasm began to envelop me. Then Monica stopped. “Not yet.”
She kissed her way back up my body. Our nipples brushed up against each other as she looked down and purposely pressed her breasts down upon mine. I closed my eyes and moaned as her pussy moving up onto mine and she began to slowly rub her pussy against mine. Monica leaned down, her body pressing against the full length of mine as she kissed me again. We probed each other’s mouths with our tongues. Monica pulled away in kisses, sucking my tongue into her mouth and then letting my tongue fuck her mouth. She softly moaned into my mouth as she rubbed her pussy against mine. I reached for her hips and pressed her harder against me. “Now?” she asked. “Oh my God, yes” I gasped.
She slid back down my body. One hand reached for a nipple and began to tweak it. Monica’s mouth reached my mound again and she began to tease it with little bites as fingers slipped inside me. Again, I pulled my legs up to give her complete access to my sex. Her mouth went to my clit and she began to suck it in and out of her mouth. As she expelled my clit, her thumb slid over it and ground it against my pubis. This went on and on as my orgasm began to build again. My hips gyrated with Monica’s mouth and I began that journey over the edge. I could feel my pussy spasm and juices ran down my thighs as I began to come. Monica did not stop this time, continuing to work me over. My orgasm exploded inside me. I could feel my pussy explode with come and my legs flailed in the air as my entire body shook. I came off my first orgasm, but Monica did not stop. She continued to work over my nipple, clit and stuck a third finger inside. Another orgasm quickly followed, racking my body with spasms. I could feel the sheen of sweat that covered my body as I came again. Then, it was just too much. I pushed Monica away and gasped for breath. Monica let me come down, her mouth traveling up my body, licking the perspiration as she came up to kiss me. “I owed you that” she whispered. I nodded and kissed her softly.
I let me hands run lightly over her body. Caressing her soft tight skin made me want to explore Monica’s body more. Then she rolled me over and I was on top of her. We continued kissing as my hands found her breasts. I broke our lips apart as I moved my head down and began sucking on her nipples. I had never enjoyed something so much. I asked her how she liked them to be touched and she told me to grab them on the sides firmly, so I gently pinched and roll one in between my thumb and index finger as I sucked on the other.
I wanted to feel her pussy again, and so a hand wandered down and slipped inside her panties. Reaching her mound and I felt her soft wet hair. I placed my hand on it slowly started rubbing my hand up and down her slippery slit, spreading her wetness all over before I started rubbing in circles. Like Monica did, I let my hand wander down and I began to brush against her clit as the circles continued. Monica’s back arched as she tried to press against my hand. “Inside me” she whispered. I slid a couple fingers up and down her slit and then slipped them inside her. I reached in deeper and curled my fingers toward the roof of her vagina, looking for her button and began to stroke it as I continued to suck on her nipple. Monica now began to moan loudly. I pulled out my hand and rubbed it up and out against her clit and she jumped and squealed in surprise. I asked if she was OK, and she said yes, that she liked that very much. I plunged my fingers inside and began to finger fuck her pulling my fingers out I rubbing her entire slit, pressing her clit and then traveling back inside her. She moaned and grabbed my face and sucked on my tongue as we kissed with her moaning into my mouth. My hands slipped into the waistband of her panties and slid them down Monica’s legs and off.
I went back to rubbing her as she whispered to me to go back inside. She whispered that she must come from the inside. I again started to pump my fingers in and out. She reached down and started rubbing her clit as I kept licking and sucking on her nipple. She was breathing very hard, and I started to finger fuck her pussy harder. Her hand began to flick her clit faster as well and she began to climax. Monica’s moans got louder, her lower body rose against my hand as she exploded into loud, spasmodic shouts, bucking her hips against my hand as her body quivered and convulsed.
Her convulsions lasted a while; I laid my head onto her shoulder as I let her catch her breath. “I would like you to stay the night.”
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