On the way to his house, I was nervous.
Not the may-be-I-should-cancel kind of nervous, but the excited kind – butterflies, racing thoughts, checking my reflection in the taxi window every thirty seconds for absolutely no reason.
Before I left, my husband had given me surprisingly practical advice: “Just kiss him immediately. It will break the ice.”
Honestly, at this point my husband was either incredibly wise of dangerously supportive.
When my date opened the door, I decided to follow the advice exactly. No awkward small talk. No standing around pretending we were “ just colleagues.” I stepped closed and kissed him immediately.
My date clearly really liked me – and not just in a casual flirtation kind of way. He kissed me like someone who had been thinking about me all day.
The chemistry between us returned instantly, as if the previous evening had never ended.
The only problem?
We still had to eat.
So instead of immediately losing all self-control, I helped him cook dinner. Which sounds very wholesome and domestic…except we spent half the time kissing in the kitchen.
We cooked.
We kissed.
We attempted to focus on the food.
We failed repeatedly.
At one point I’m fairly certain the pasta boiled over because we were too distracted making out against the kitchen counter. Michelin-star behavior? Absolutely not.
Eventually, dinner was ready and we somehow managed to sit down and eat like two semi-normal adults. But the tension between us never really disappeared. Every accidental touch suddenly felt very intentional.
And once dinner was over?
The kissing started again almost immediately.
This time, though, my hands became a little more adventurous and before long I found myself slowly undoing his belt while he looked at me with that dangerous combination of confidence and anticipation.
Safe to say…dessert was no longer happening in the kitchen.
It was impossible not to notice how hard his cock had become.
I slipped my hands lower, slid his boxers down, sank down in front of him and I started blowing him.
His cock was hard and extremely tasty.
After sucking his cock for a while, he apparently decided the bed would be a much better location for the evening to continue.
He started licking my pussy and judging by his reaction, he clearly liked the taste very much.
I slipped out the rest of my clothes and moments later my date slides his hard cock into my pussy and starts fucking me.
He fucked my pussy really hard and it felt absolutely heavenly.
He continues to fuck me hard en we both enjoy it immensely.
After a while I push him back and sit on top of his cock.
Apparently, self-restraint was becoming a serious challenge for him.
I enjoyed staying in control, alternating between slow teasing movements and moments where passion completely took over.
I could feel he was close to losing control completely, so I keep going until he finally cried out in pure pleasure and sprays my pussy full of his cum.
Apparently, one round simply wasn’t enough for either of us. After a short break, things escalated again very quickly and before I knew it he was fucking me again.
This time too he fucked my pussy hard and heavenly.
After a while I cum enormously and I also feel him filling my soaked pussy for a second time.
Eventually the chaos settled and we simply stayed there in each other’s arms, kissing like neither of us wanted the night to end.
After a long goodbye, I finally made my way home where my husband happily volunteered to clean my very satisfied pussy.
Safe to say, I was already looking forward to seeing my Bull again 🙂