The Guy Off The Internet
Copyright© 2006 by DevilKitten
Chapter 2
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - I meet a new guy off the internet and this is the first of the advtures we've had. More to follow!
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Oral Sex
I don't often go so far as to meet people from the internet... But I have to admit that this one intrigued me. He made me laugh and didn't mind my racy sense of humor. I don't reach 5'3", so I liked the fact that he was 5'11". He was very broad, a lot of muscle. I don't usually go for the blond California types but his blue eyes just danced with mischief.
The first time we met we went for coffee. I hate coffee, so a creamy, girlie drink worked for me. I made care to wear something low cut, just to be sure I caught his eye. It was a cream colored, lacy thing that showed off my 36 D's to perfection. I'll be damned if he didn't guess my bra size immediately (we weren't shy with each other). The night was warm, a thunderstorm moving in. We talked about everything and nothing. When we finally decided to call it quits he walked me to my car. I was expecting a friendly little hug at most. I was pleasantly when he bent down to give me a kiss, found his tongue ravaging mine. I slipped my hand up to the back of his neck, my nails grazing his skin. He groaned into my mouth.
"We should stop," I murmured, feeling his arousal against my leg. "We don't really know each other yet." After several more kisses and protests we finally parted ways, me damp with desire.
We met up again two days later at a local book store in my area. He walked in, made a beeline for me and planted a big kiss on my lips. It was like our bodies were magnets. We both loved to read so we bad to explore what was new. It was great to finally meet a guy with the same taste in books I had. We chatted and debated for about an hour before finally moving to the patio.
We sat close, holding hands at first. He chatted about his kids. I started running my nails lightly up his inner arm. He kept taking sideways glances at me.
"You don't know what you're doing, do you?" he asked, shivering. I gave him my best innocent look as my nails continued upwards. His eyes closed in arousal.
"Actually," I told him. "I know exactly what I'm doing." Unfortunately, he believes turn about is fair play. He started nibbling on my ear. His warm breath made chills run down my spine. I moved my nails down to his inner thigh, sometimes up a little higher. Next thing I knew his hand was between my legs, his thumb pressing in slow circle around my clit through my jeans. I wanted him to take me out to the car and do me right in the backseat.