Blind Date

Mic

I notice his shifting motion and raising one eyebrow, "Wouldn't it be simpler to give it more room? It can't be comfortable in there." I'm practical and at same time curious about what his undergarments look like. His look was between shock and relief but his lips stopped me from further questions. My fingers slide down unzipping his pants as if I wasn't going to let him disagree.
 
Steve

Her fingers slowly danced my zipper down, exposing my briefs. I hadn't put on anything special. I had no idea we would ever get this far. One thing I was proud of, though, my briefs were obviously full. Her hand caressed me through my briefs causing me to moan into her mouth. I slid my hand back inside her jeans to feel her soft skin beneath her panties. "Talk about comfortable, this feels very comfortable in my hand."
 
Mic

My skin grows warmer as his fingers slide inside my jeans, the simple white cotton panties felt very thin and in back of my mind I wondered what he thought of me seducing him. Part of me simply didn't care as our lips parted, my hand pulling back from the bulge my fingers unconsciously caressed. My fingers slowly ran up his shirt pulling it up to expose his belly. My tongue ran over my lips, "Now where shall I leave my mark?" I query as I eye the plane of flesh before me.
 
Steve

Oh god. Suck in that gut. I've long since lost my washboard abs, but I like to think I'm in reasonable shape. Mic's fingers running over my stomach becomes very ticklish very quickly. Sensing my disadvantage, Mic attacked me with a vengeance. I tried to grab her hands but she was quick, she found my most tender spots as though she had a map and soon I was writhing in pleasant agony. Finally Mic felt sorry for me or perhaps she was tired of winning, but she eased up enough to let me catch my breath.

My pants, undone at the waist, had started to work their way down my legs, and now were stopped mid-thigh. The outline in my briefs showed clearly that my body considered tickling an erotic activity even if my mind didn't always agree. For her part, Mic had escaped unscathed. I had gotten an eyeful of bouncing flesh while we were wrestling for control, but she had maintained her clothing in a respectable manner.

"I surrender. Please mark me," I say short of breath. "Wow, if you do that to me again, you just might kill me." I smile up at Mic. "I offer you the pleasure of your choice in return for no more tickling."
 
Mic

The tickling fight ensued, I wasn't very ticklish, except one spot, which I wasn't about to tell him. He gave in, saying uncle, when he asked me to mark him I smiled, and when he offered me pleasure of my choice, I felt a little overwhelmed. I smiled and said, "Okay," I lowered my head and with a slow lick to the right of his right nipple I begin kissing and sucking the skin, teasing while I deliberately bring blood to the surface. I heard his protest at first and then his hushed breath and finally an strangled breath of what pleasure did I want. I drew back a few times to make sure I was making good progress.

I finally drew back smiling at the nice red spot, "How about a really good back rub?" I turn very slowly and lift up my shirt, I lay it on the coach and lay face down atop it still maintaining a small sense of modesty.
 
Steve

I slowly began massaging her back, working my way down her spine looking for knots to knead out. All the while I think back to just a few moments before. After marking my nipple--WoW!--Mic requested a good back rub and instants before I was about to mention the fact that shirts just get in the way, without even turning away from me, she slowly lifted her shirt over her head. With her back arched, her prominent breasts stood proudly on her chest with very little sag, much less that one would assume for their size.

Realizing where my eyes were riveted, she looked at me almost shyly again. I couldn't completely figure Mic out. One moment she was a blushing bride, the next a ravenous woman. The amazing thing was...I wanted both halves. All men do, I think.

My mind is brought back to the present, as I dig into a few large knots on Mic's back. "Stress from work?" I slowly work up the pressure until the knots start to give way. By this point Mic is ooohing and aaahing as I start work on her neck. The pleasure was not all Mic's however. As I worked on her neck, I had straddled her lower back and by this point was also semi-consciously rubbing myself into her butt each time I worked a muscle over.
 
Mic

"I love my work," I purr and then softly add, "but it doesn't pay the bills, and my other job kills me." I move a little stretching out my back feeling him rubbing against me, it's naughty and nice at the same time, sort of comforting that he finds me sexy without being blatant. I couldn't believe I'd flashed him, but something inside me wanted out. I had followed the impulse that brought out this look on his face. I purred, if sex with him was like this back rub I could easily fall in lust and then some.
 
Steve

Mic actually purred as I continued to rub her back.

"What do you do for work, by the way? I never got around to asking."

Hard to believe I had been on a date where she took off her shirt before I knew what she did for a living. But that wasn't all that was hard. Rubbing her ass for the past fifteen minutes had me feeling good.

"I think I'm done back here. Would you like me to do your front?"
 
Mic

Silence filled air as I heard his question, I found myself slowly rolling over under him, my dark hard rosy nipples standing proudly upward. I close my eyes and softly say. "That would be nice, I think I have some lotion in that drawer." I point to the endtable and stretch settling into lying on my back. "I'm an artist, I spend weekends teaching classes, during the week I work at a framing place. It's not that bad of work, but some of the people." I let out a little sigh as I hear you rubbing lotion between your palms. "Either have no manners or no taste. Or decide to never pick up their order."
 
Steve

Mic shifted under me, I held my breath. Slowly she turned onto her back, revealing the greatest of all treasures a woman has to offer a man. Her eyes -- they drilled into me, as if daring me to stare at her breasts first. We looked at each other, knowing that the situation had just moved up a notch. Something clicked in our minds and simultaneously we smiled at each other and the fear of the unknown melted away.

Mic closed her eyes allowing the connection to break. I took the lotion that she indicated and ran some into my palm as she talked about her work. I commiserated with her about her job, "Gotta love the service industry. The customer is always right, except of course for the 95% of the time when the customer has no clue what they're talking about."

I begin at the front of Mic's shoulders, trying to give her a quality massage. I know in my heart, that Mic could get a tit grope from anyone and I refuse to be one of the pack. Work first, pleasure later...but not too much later. I work the muscles on the front of her torso, not ignoring her breasts, but not focusing on them as we talked about some of her worst customers. Soon enough, however, the massage turned more sexual.

Her nipples had been hard when she rolled over, and I swear that they never went down during the entire massage. I ran my hand over each one, feeling the heat eminating from her body. Her breasts were pale in color, highlighted with a touch of rosy red and as I worked on them a flush began to work its way down from her neck to give her skin just a touch of color. The lotion added smoothness to her already silky skin as I began lazy circles, trying to touch every inch.

As I leaned over to kiss Mic, I pulled my shirt over my head, trying to spare it from a lotion bath. The contact between our bodies as we kissed, slick with lotion, was electric.
 
Mic

It was odd yet somehow correct to be talking about work while his fingers worked over my soft skin, taking his time, not attacking my nipples. I did have rather large breasts and most guys sort of went nuts after them. It's why I didn't go out much, after all if I wanted sex it was easy to get laid, and sex wasn't something I was after. Except for right now I wanted him, but I was willing to wait, hearing the sound of his shirt getting pulled back and then his chest resting against mine, my nipples rubbing against him as his lips descended. My eyes had opened just for a flash or two. Then our bare torsos were sliding against each other, my fingers running up and down his back, somewhere between need and just wanting to feel his skin.
 
Steve

There was a casual sensuality about Mic that Iwas quickly falling in love with. We could talk about anything and somehow make it right. We had a pattern of raising the raw sexuality of the moment to a boil only to let it simmer after, promising a finish that was, metaphorically speaking, cooked to perfection.

The feel of her breasts rubbing into my naked chest was deliciously sensual and I revelled in the experience. Devouring Mic's lips with my need to connect with her, I was overwhelmed by my own feelings.

I slowly broke the kiss. Staring deep into Mic's eyes, I began to unfasten her jeans. She caught my hand. "Why don't you finish taking yours off first?" she purred demurely. I stood and removed my shoes and socks, then slowly pulled my pants completely off and tossed them to the side. Except for my briefs, I stood before Mic naked.

"I've shown you mine. Now why don't you show me yours?" I asked as my voice suddenly cracked. The implications of where we were going were starting to get to me.
 
Mic

"You okay?" I cocked my head to one side as my thumbs hooked into my jeans for a moment before I slide the zipper down in a slow sound of metal teeth seperating. I stand close to him feeling for once not like the shortest person on earth as I kiss his shoulder, kicking my shoes off before sliding my jeans down. I suddenly wished I'd taken time to shave my legs before the date. My simple white cotton panties suddenly seemed very thin as I could feel the heat emanating off his body, our breaths nearly in sync hearts beating the same.
 
Steve

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves down. A very difficult task, indeed, given that this stunning woman before me was taking off her pants. I helped her to stand back up as she finished removing pants. She was so sensuously normal. Anyone looking at us would have taken us for an old married couple. There was no sexy underwear, no wine, no soft music, just two middle-aged lovers in plain cotton briefs.

I took Mic in my arms, she felt so soft and warm and responsive as she lay her head on shoulder. "Would the lady like a dance?" Mic smiled and went over to the stereo to put on some music. We came together in the middle of the floor and I pulled her tight to me as we began to sway to the music. My hands wandered over her back and down over the soft cotton covering her cute rear end. I could feel her snuggle against me as the music moved us.
 
Mic

dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire, never did i feel that was true until now, our skin touching each other hands calmnly brushing skin, my head nestled on his strong shoulder. I don't think either of us heard the music stop our bodies so close together that I was mentally measuring the bulge.
 
Steve

I was lost in Mic's arms, my head nestled next to her sweet-smelling hair, so it was a while before I noticed that the music had stopped playing. We had forgone any semblance of dancing long ago and were reduced to swaying in each other's arms, lost in the haze of sensuality.

As the reality of the situation slowly occurred to us, we separated slightly. I kissed her again, reveling in how quickly I grew to need the sensation of kissing her. I scooped her up in my arms like in all the movies. Ok, maybe not as gracefully, but she was up. "Mic?" I looked her in the face, trying to read her emotions. Something in her eyes told me I was doing fine, so I continued, "Which way is the bedroom?"
 
Mic

I chuckle softly and return kiss, "Think you can make it that far?" my tone meaning both physically and waiting. "It's first door on the right through there." I point in opposite direction of kitchen."
 
Steve

"With you in my arms, I can make it anywhere."

At least I was pretty sure I could make it to the bedroom. I carefully navigated my way to the door indicated. Suddenly I realized I didn't have a free hand to open the doorknob with. "Umm, Mic, a little help here," I indicated with a head nod towards the knob. With a quick kiss and a nibble on her earlobe, I added "Or else we'll be stuck in this position all night, and I have a few other positions I thought you might like a little better."
 
Mic

"So you can think too?" I giggle softly as I open the door and give it a kick to push it open. My bedroom suddenly seems magical like a fairytale princess's with the canopy bed done in pale sheets the breeze gently fluttering the fabric.
 
Steve

I nuzzle into Mic's neck as I say, "Well they do say two heads are better than one." This caused Mic to giggle more as we continued into the room.

I carried Mic through her room and laid her softly down on her bed. She looked like a dream creature, lying in her panties amid the pale sheets of her canopy bed. Except her panties had a damp spot in the middle of the fabric. I climbed into bed beside her, finding her lips with mine as I ran my hand down her stomach to rest just between her legs. I cup her sex, feeling the damp cotton against my skin, as she moans into my lips.
 
Mic

He was still teasing me as we lay next to each other his fingers rubbing my damp panties. While I had urge to rip them off I decided instead to slide my fingers under the bottom of his briefs and give his ass a little pinch.

"Was just checking to see if I was dreaming."
 
Steve

"Well, are you dreaming?" I ask. Her pinch seemed real to me, really dream-like that is.

I slide my hand inside her panties and can feel the heat. Slowly I slide my fingers down, running through the hairs into the damp wetness. My fingers run over her labia as Mic sighs appreciatively. My lips close over hers once again. It seems I an unable to stay away from kissing her for very long.
 
Mic

"Well if I am, I certainly hope I don't wake up." My voice husky and low as his fingers do things that I had nearly forgetten that fingers could do.
 
Steve

I gently slide her panties down her legs, while Mic responds by cooing appreciately in my ear. Opening her legs wider to allow my hands better access, Mic reaches into my briefs and caresses my waiting hardness. The sensations go shooting through my brain. All too soon I can start to feel my body respond.

"Please, Mic, I'm embarassed to say, but with all that is going on, I know I am going to be far too quick, but I promise that will be only a beginning."
 
Mic

I nearly bite his shoulder to keep from chuckling, I whisper into his ear, "First time I've heard a guy admit to weakness and brag in same sentence." I kiss him again slowly, "Well we can get that out of way, or you could focus on me." I blush unable to believe I'm being so open and honest, or that he returning the favor. I run my fingers through his hair sweeping it back.
 
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