I had another exciting date and apparently I had managed to get myself into another potentially questionable situation.
This time by Bull was 27, athletic, younger than me and judging by our conversations – definitely not lacking confidence. That combination alone already added an extra layer of tension and excitement for me.
We had agreed to meet at a park.
Officially, it was just a casual walk.
Unofficially?
Well…I secretly hoped the day might become a little less innocent somewhere along the way.
The idea of meeting someone younger, fit, energetic and clearly very eager to see me gave me butterflies all over again. There’s something undeniably exciting about that kind of anticipation, especially when you know the attraction is mutual before you even meet.
At least…that was the fantasy.
Reality, however, immediately decided to introduce chaos into the evening.
Traffic.
Of course.
My Bull messaged me that he was stuck in a traffic jam and would be arriving later than planned. Normally that wouldn’t have been a huge problem, but unfortunately I didn’t have unlimited time that evening, so I started silently hoping this wouldn’t turn into a two-hour delay.
While waiting, I kept messaging my husband.
And honestly, that helped calm me down again.
As always, he was supportive, positive, reassuring and secretly just as excited about the whole adventure as I was. That emotional support from his always grounds me somehow, even when my dating life starts resembling a badly organized reality show.
One thing I did notice while waiting, though:
There was a lot of police and enforcement driving around the area.
Very good information to keep in mind if your evening may or may not involve behaving like responsible adults.
While I was looking at my phone, I suddenly heard:
“Hey beautiful! Wow…you look amazing.”
It was my Bull.
I immediately smiled, quickly messaged my husband that my Bull had arrived safely and them turned back toward him.
“Well,” I teased, “you definitely owe me something for being 45 unites late.”
He started laughing immediately.
The funnest part was that my husband had actually helped me come up with that line beforehand. Somehow he’s always good at thinking of playful little comments like that.
We started walking through the park and naturally chose the path with the most cover from the trees – something I had definitely not at all been scouting out while waiting earlier.
Not even five minutes later, my Bull looked at me with a grin and asked:
“So…how exactly am I supposed to make up for being late?”
I laughed softly.
“Come up with something fun.”
Apparently, he didn’t need much encouragement.
A second later he kissed me. God…that first kiss was exciting.
The very first kiss with someone new is always slightly awkward at first – that tiny moment where you’re both figuring each other out- but once the nervousness disappeared, it quickly started feeling very good.
We continued walking afterward, talking casually about work and everyday things, trying to behave like two normal adults on a respectable evening walk.
Which obviously didn’t last very long.
At one point, my Bull suddenly pulled me closer again and kissed me more confidently this time. My pussy instantly gets wet again.
When my body leans against his, I can clearly feel that his cock is hard. It turns him on too!
The thing that still surprises me sometimes? The fact that a young, athletic, ridiculously handsome guy like him could get so excited just from kissing me.
That realization alone made the entire situation feel even more thrilling.
In between everything, I quickly messaged my husband to let him know I was okay and safe. That part always remained important to me no matter how caught up I became in the excitement of the moment.
We continued walking through the forest together and honestly, part of me couldn’t stop laughing internally at how absurdly teenage the whole situation felt.
Maybe it was because we were kidding outside in public like reckless teenagers again. Maybe because I was older and he was younger. Maybe because he looked like a fit instagram athlete while I proudly live a very “ Burgundian lifestyle”. Involving wine, good food and zero interest in counting calories.
But somehow, that contrast only made everything more exciting.
While we walked, I could tell my Bull was constantly scanning for quieter spots where fewer people would pass by. Every now and then we’d stop for another kiss before continuing again like two people pretending to behave normally while completely failing at it.
At one point, I looked at him en smiled.
My Bull stopped walking immediately, place one hand softly against the back of my head and kissed me again. Then his hand slowly disappeared beneath my sweater while he looked at me with that same mischievous grin.
The moment he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra, he started laughing softly.
“Hm…well prepared,” he whispered.
Hearing that from my Bull sent another wave of excitement through me.
He touches my breasts and pulls me close. I kiss his neck and hear his breathing getting heavier. He’s turned on.
We kiss and my Bull says, “I really want you!”
We keep walking and look for a quiet little path.
Luckily, we quickly find one and we start kissing passionately. I can feel my Bull’s hard cock pressed against me. Oh, this is such a fun date!
Then he unbuttons my pants and slips his hand inside my thong.
He touches my pussy, which is soaking wet by now.
My Bull whispers in my ear, “I really want to fuck you – in the morning, the afternoon and the evening.
I tell him, “Why not just the whole night?”
“Fucking hot…your pussy feels so good and wet,” he says. We keep kissing for a while longer.
Meanwhile, my Bull keeps fingering my pussy until I’m trembling as I climax.
I really want more…and more often! I just hope he feels the same way. I can already picture myself sucking his cock, him licking my pussy and that he’ll fuck me in through the entire room.
Unfortunately, reality interrupted us again.
Someone was approaching nearby.
So we laughed, straightened ourselves out slightly and continued walking toward the parking area while trying to look like two perfectly respectable adults who had definitely not just been making out in the park.
Eventually we reached the cars again.
My time was up.
If he’d wanted more time with me, he simply shouldn’t have been 45 minutes late.
We walken the last part towards the cars while talking about a follow-up date.
Neither of us was pretending anymore that this had been “just a walk.”
My Bull made it very clear he wanted to see me again soon and judging by the way he kept looking at me while we talked, he was already thinking far beyond innocent coffee dates too.
At the cars, he pulled me Coles one more time and kissed me deeply.
A proper goodbye kiss.
The kind that makes getting into your own car afterward feel slightly disappointing.
Still, it was time to go.
Shame, honestly – because this exciting date definitely deserved a sequel as soon as possible.
Our cars were parked close together, which secretly amused me too. I’ll admit it: there’s something fun about casually stepping into the car with a big silver star on the front while a younger fit guy watches you drive off.
Priorities.
I smiled to myself, started the engine and headed home with butterflies still bouncing around in my stomach.
Now all I could do was hope for a very good continuation to this story.