The Dating Service

[kittykateater]

OOC: I haven't been around on the SRP for a while. That's because I think I have finally met "the" one. I'm so happy, that I wanted to share my experience with you all. Hope you like my story.


The Dating Service

For about the thousandth time, I pulled one of those red 3-ring binders down off the shelf,
sat at a table, and opened it. After two years as a member of this dating service, it was hard to get excited any more, as I flipped one plastic-covered page after another. Each page telling me about a single woman, in her own words.

"I just love to sit home and watch sports on TV," one woman had written." God, I had read that
about a million times before. These women all write that, thinking this is what men like to hear. After all, don't ALL guys love yelling at the TV screen as they cheer on their favorite football, baseball, or basketball team?

No, they don't. I like reading books. Taking walks in the woods. Going to the movies. Listening to music. And I pretty much hate sports.

No, this woman's blatant and probably phony attempt to be "just one of the guys" didn't interest me at all. Turn the page.

"I love adventure," the next woman had written in the binder. "Wouldn't you love to jump out of an
airplane with me?"

No, I wouldn't. Next!

"I am a former Playboy bunny," the next one had written. What kind of men was she trying to attract with a statement like that? Obviously not the life partner that this dating service was supposed to help you find. Next!

I looked up from the book. This was getting tiresome. I started to look around at the other guys, at nearby tables.

You can always spot the guys who are new at this. They look at the photos on the backsides of each
page first, looking for someone very pretty. Only afterward do they read what the women have written. And often they don't read the written profile at all.

I had done that at first, too. Picked a woman to ask out on a date, on the basis of just her looks.

There had been that woman with the looks of a model. She spent our whole date talking about her makeup, how she had shopped around all over town until she had found and bought the perfect shoes and ear-rings to match her dress. Did I prefer her hair up or let down? Would I consider wearing a toupee to hide my receding hair-line, because it embarasses her. Every time I tried to steer the conversation to current events, current movies, favorite books, favorite songs, her family and mine, our childhoods, she always brought the conversation back around to her beautiful looks. I just wanted to get up from the restaurant table and run away, screaming.

Then there was the woman I took to a very elegant Italian restaurant. She started talking about how she hates to dine out. She'd much rather stay home in her ratty old house coat (her words) and comfy slippers, with her hair up in curlers, pop up a TV dinner in the microwave, sit on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table, and watch an old movie on TV. Now THERE'S an image of the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with! NEXT!

So now I always read the written profile first. Sometimes, you could tell as much about a woman by what she DIDN'T tell you about herself in her written profile, as by what she DID say. If she sounded interesting, then I'd check out her picture. If she didn't look COMPLETELY repulsive, I would have the dating service contact her. Then it was up to her whether to accept my offer of a date. Maybe one in 20 that passed all of MY tests, said yes back to me. It was often discouraging, and there were times I was tempted to just let my membership lapse, not renew it. Lately, I was starting to feel that way a lot again. But then my counselor at the dating service told me it had taken her nearly four years to find HER perfect guy. So I had let her talk me into renewing for one MORE year. And now here I was, once more reading these plastic-covered written self-descriptions of various single women.

"All I want is sex," the next profile said. Like the lady who claimed to love sports, I could sense that she had written this only because she thought that's what men want to hear. She was dishonest, and that's no way to start a relationship that you want to have lead to marriage.

NEXT!

"Hmm, this woman writes well and has interesting things to say. Oh wait, look at her birth year. She's 25 years older than me!" I shudder. I do NOT want to marry my mother! Turn the page!

"I love sky-diving." Next!

"I love sports on TV." Next!

"I want a man with a sense of humor. But then, don't we all." So you're saying you're exactly like everyone else? Tell me what makes you, well, uniquely YOU. Why I would want to date, maybe even marry you, over all those other women who also enjoy a sense of humor. But she never DID say what's unique about her. NEXT!

"I am learning how to cook without burning it!" Now THAT's funny. I want to read more. "Playing board games brings people closer together. You can learn a LOT about a person by how they play Scrabble or Monopoly. How aggressive or friendly they are. How competive. And how smart they are, or just strategically clever." Now, that's
different. And inciteful. I read on. "I recently attended a women's career seminar. It helped me realize a lot about what I want and don't want in a job. And in a man, too!" This woman has some interesting things to say. "My family will tell you that I am very warm and open. And fiercely loyal to those who earn my trust." Loyalty and trust. Isn't that EXACTLY what I want in the woman I'm going to marry? "I've been taking ball-room dancing lessons recently." I'll be damned: so have I! "I like rock music, but I prefer jazz and classical." So do I! I just HAVE to ask this woman out. But if she says no, I'll be CRUSHED!

I closed the binder, and handed this woman's name and membership number to my dating-service counselor. The next week was the longest week of my life. But then a letter came in the mail. It said simply "call me" and a phone number. Simple and direct. I like that.

So I called. "I couldn't believe you asked me out," she began. "I've read YOUR profile about a hundred times. I've always found it fascinating. You seem to be SO much like me. My kindred soul. But I was afraid to contact you. Every time I've made the first move, and asked a guy out, it has NEVER worked out. So all I could do was wait and hope that you would one day read MY profile, and you would ask ME out. And now you HAVE!" She sounded so happy.

"So does that mean you'll go OUT with me?"

She replied with the most enthusiastic yes I've ever heard in my life.

We spent about three hours on the phone that night, talking about absolutely everything. What more was there to talk about? But the next night, she called me, and we talked for another 3 or 4 hours. In fact, we talked all night every night, for about three weeks, before we were able to set up a time and place to finally meet in person.

I went back to the dating service. I realized I had never even bothered to look at her photo. I had better know what she looks like, so I'll recognize her when we meet up. The dating service let me xerox her photo. She had dark wavy hair that swirled down to her shoulders. And a beautiful, warm, friendly smile.

But she never showed up! I showed her photo around, but nobody had seen her. She called me that night, though, apologizing profusely. She had gotten lost, and by the time she finally found the place, I had left.

The next morning, she called me again, and invited me to go swimming with her, at the local community swimming pool. There was a park in front of the pool, and she would be sitting under the big tree in the park.

When I arrived, I was amazed to find this woman sitting on the grass, in a tight purple t-shirt, and khaki shorts, her back leaning against the tree trunk, her dark, smooth, shapely legs stretched out in front of her. She looked MUCH better in person, than in her photo. She led me over to a nearby table, and we shared a delicious picnic lunch that she had made herself, as we talked like we had on the phone. For hours. About everything. She apologized that we never did get around to swimming. Then we both drove to our respective homes.

The next morning, we had our second date. I picked her up at her house, and drove her to the beach. She looked great in her one-piece swimsuit. And I caught her several times admiring me in my own swim trunks. We had a great time just lying on the beach and watching the waves, holding hands, talking and laughing. Then we window-shopped in all the quaint little clothing and novelty shops along the beach, holding hands and gazing soulfully into each other's eyes.

My car broke down on the way home from the beach, and we had to have it towed home. She sat in my lap in the small, cramped cab of the towtruck. I didn't mind!

We kissed when we parted, and I surprised myself by stating, "I love you." She surprised me even more with her reply of "I love you, too."

The next Friday night, we went to a concert, dinner at a very classy Chinese restaurant (the kind that Asians actually patronize, for a real taste of home), and a movie. I told her I was having such a great time with her, that I had already asked the dating service to put my membership on hold. She said that was a great idea, and she would do the same.

That Saturday night, we went out dancing. After about two hours, she complained about sore feet. "Take me home?" she smiled. I started to drive toward her place when she added, "to YOUR home."

We sat on my couch, and talked some more. "I'm in the mood to listen to some jazz," she smiled. I turned on the stereo and tuned to the local jazz station. A sax solo was playing. She tucked her feet under her and snuggled against me on the couch, resting her head against my chest. I rubbed her tired, sore feet for her. "Mmm, this is nice," she purred. Her fingers reached up and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt.

"Yes, it is," I agreed.

She placed her hand over mine, guided it to her blouse, and together we unbuttoned her top button.

She then unbuttoned the next button of my shirt, and slid her hand through my open shirt, to gently rub my chest.

I leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, while unbuttoning the second button of her blouse. She let out a soft "Mmmm!"

She unbuttoned another button of my shirt, and kissed my chest.

I unbuttoned another button of her blouse, kissed the front of her neck, and trailed my kisses down into her beautiful cleavage, between the soft lacy cups of her black bra.

She finished unbuttoning my shirt, tugged my shirt tails out of my pants, and let it drape open around my bare chest.

I unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, pulled it out of the top of her short skirt, and it fell open, curving gracefully around her lacy black bra. We took turns kissing each other's chest. I put my arms around her and kissed her. She parted her lips just enough to slip her tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated. I slipped my fingers around to the clasp at the back of her bra, and unhooked it. She removed her bra and tossed it on the carpeted floor of the living room. She had the biggest, reddest nipples, surrounded by the widest, brownest areolas I had ever seen. I took several moments to just admire, to just drink in, their spectacular beauty, before leaning in and kissing her beautiful breasts all over, and then sucking and nibbling on her nipples.

"Yes," she whispered, so tentatively, so hesitantly, that it almost sounded like "no."

She leaned back away from my hungry mouth, her nipples all nice and big and hard. She smiled, and she tugged my belt open.

I smiled back, and pushed her short skirt up, resting my hand over her pretty little black-lace panties, letting my fingers gently rub the lace against the moist center of her femininity.

"Yes," she whispered, only a little less softly, and a little less hesitantly than the first time.

She grinned up at me, and she slowly unzipped my pants.

I pushed her panties to one side, and let my thumb swirl slow circles around her clit. I raised my ass off the couch as she eagerly tugged my pants down my legs. She reached inside my boxers, and encircled her hand around my cock.

"Yes," she was not at all hesitant this time.

I raised my ass off the couch again, and with a big happy smile on her face, she tugged my boxers down off of me.

I reached around to her left side, and unzipped the side zipper of her miniskirt. With one swift tug, I pulled her skirt off of her. She raised her ass off the couch now, and I skimmed her panties off of her. I then slid a finger into her hot, wet pussy, as she slowly pumped my cock in her fist.

"YES!" she shouted, confidently, positively now.

We started kissing each other's chest again, and then slowly moved our kisses down each other's torso.

I kissed her bare feet, and kissed my way up her right leg. I then kissed my way up her left leg, kissing her inner thigh, then kissing her pussy lips. Her breathing became more labored and rapid, and she began to moan softly.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, YES!"

My kisses moved to her clit, and soon my tongue joined my lips there. YES! Her moans grew louder and more frequent. Yes, yes, YES! I sucked on her clit, and gently nibbled on it. I slid my tongue inside of her, and playfully lapped at her G-spot. "YES!" she cried, and "YES! again. Then, shaking from head to toe, she thoroughly soaked my face, and I licked up every tasty drop.

With a wickedly seductive grin, she pushed me back on the couch, kissed her way down my chest, around my waist and hips, across my inner thighs, and onto my balls. She then kissed and licked her way up my shaft, swirled her tongue all around my cock-head, and gently sucked just the head into her mouth. My cock got VERY hard now, and was throbbing about a million times a second. I rubbed my finger across her G-spot, feeling how incredibly moist she was inside now.

"Take me to bed?" she whispered, half ordering me, half asking me. We held hands and walked to my bedroom, she guiding my steps as much as I was guiding hers. This was what we BOTH wanted, what we both NEEDED now, as we collapsed naked onto my bed, our arms and legs wrapped tightly around each other.

"YES!" we both groaned now, as we melted into each other, becoming one being, joined in love...and lust. "YES!"

 

[kittykateater]

OOC: Here's the rest of our story. Isn't it just wonderful, when you finally do find your one true love?


Part 2
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"I've just been to the doctor, and I have some bad news," her phone call to me began.

"Oh no! After finally finding my one true love of my life, this can't be happening," I thought, as I imagined all sorts of horrible and fatal diseases.

"The tumor is very tiny, and it's benign. But just to be on the safe side, they want to operate, and remove it. The doctor says it's no big deal, there's no cancer, and he's done this kind of surgery hundreds of times. But I don't think I can get through it without the man I love at my side."

"Of course I'll be there," I reassured her.

"The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning," she told me.

"I'll take the day off work."

I drove to her house that morning. Her sister was already there, and I drove the three of us to the hospital. They let us both be in the room with her as they put her in a hospital gown and got her ready for surgery. But once they wheeled my love into surgery, her sister and I had to wait in the waiting room. They told us we could see her after the surgery, but an hour turned into two, and then three, and we started to worry. Finally, they told us she was very tired, and she had to rest for a couple of hours, before we could see her again.

Finally, 6 hours after we had last seen her, they let her sister and me go into her room to visit her. She was tired and sore, but overall in good spirits. Lying flat on her back, she invited her sister to bend down and hug her. And then her face lit up when she saw me. I leaned down to hug her, and she clutched the sides of my head in both of her hands, and gives me a big, sweet kiss, full of as much passion as she could manage in her weak and sore condition.

"The doctor said you could stay the night in my room," she forced a smile through her post-surgery pain. "That is, if you WANT to."

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away," I smiled.

"Well, that's my cue to leave you two love-birds alone," her sister smiled. "Besides, visiting hours are over now."

"This room is too damned HOT," she complained, removing her backless hospital gown. She then showed me her surgical scar.

"It will heal," I reassured her.

"It hurts," she groaned.

"You'll feel better after a good night's sleep," I tried to cheer her flagging spirits.

"What would make me feel better right now," she forced another smile, "would be if you let me see you in all your handsome nakedness."

"Anything you want, baby," I started to strip for her.

"Take it ALL off!" she whispered hoarsely.

"I'm too sore from surgery to make love, honey," she groaned. "But would you spend the night in bed with me, and just hold me close all night? I don't think I can get through tonight without you."

I pulled back the sheet of her hospital bed, climbed in naked beside her beautiful naked body, and held her in my arms. It was the most wonderful, romantic, and tender night I think I've ever experienced.

In the morning, I helped her pack, and drove her back to her house. Her sister was already there, and had cooked up a feast.

"You need to eat, to regain your strength," her sister said.

"Thank you," she said. "After that surgery, I'm famished! And nobody can survive on that slop the hospital serves!"

We all sat down to eat.

"Thank you," she smiled weakly at me.

"But I didn't cook this."

"No. I mean, thank you for last night. For driving me to the hospital. For waiting all day to see me. For holding me. No previous boyfriend ever did that much for me."

"It's because I love you."

She ran her foot up under the table, resting her foot against my crotch, and slowly wiggling her toes.

"Mmmm, that feels NICE!" I moaned.

"WHAT feels nice?" her sister asked.

"Just never you MIND, sis," she half-smiled, half-grimaced through her post-surgery pain. "I'm just showing my man how much I love him."

"So," her sister laughed, "when are you two love-birds going to move in together!"

"That's a WONDERFUL idea!" I grinned. "How about it? I can move in here, and help nurse you back to health."

"I'd rather move into your house. It's closer to my job...and to shopping!" she laughed.

Her sister and I spent the whole afternoon packing for her, and the next morning, she moved in with me. The first few nights, we just lay in bed, naked in each other's arms all night, like we had done in the hospital bed. She was still too weak, and too sore, to do anything more than hold each other all night.

About a week after she moved in with me, she had regained most of her strength, and was no longer in pain. One night as we held each other naked, she got the most wicked and determined look in her eyes. She rested her flat, open palm on my cock, and purred softly, contentedly. I kissed her surgery scar, and she giggled. "It tickles."

"I'd like to tickle something ELSE!" I laughed.

"Mmmm! I'd LIKE that!" she cooed.

I slid down along the mattress, until my face was between her thighs. She opened her thighs as wide apart as she could, and held the back of my head, as I took my first slow, tentative licks around the edges of her pussy lips. Her lips slowly started to open, and I got my first taste of her gathering moisture. She began to squirm just a little, and she let out an excited but contented sigh of pure pleasure. I kissed my way up her oval slit, from bottom to top, and her juicy lips opened up even wider from all of my very friendly attention. My swirling tongue circled the entire circumference of her pussy lips once, twice, three times, then slowly slipped inside of her. I took a long, slow, lapping lick at her clit, and then slipped my tongue in further, exploring first her dampening inner walls, and then her moist, soft, spongy G-spot.

"Mmmm!" she purred.

I let my tongue concentrate on lapping upward on her clit, and then side to side, and finally in clockwise circles. As my licks grew more and more eager, and became more rapid and frequent, I slid first one, and then two fingers deep inside of her. She thrust her belly high up off the mattress at me, slowly twisting her hips from side to side like a belly dancer. I slid my hands under her, cupping and massaging her soft, smooth, curvy ass cheeks, and slowly running my fingertips along the tight, wonderful creases, where her ass cheeks join her dark, shapely legs. All the way, I never missed a beat in my slow, tender, loving licks on her hard, throbbing clit.

She leaned her mouth tight up against my ear, and moaned VERY loudly. I sucked her clit up past my lips, and let my teeth tenderly nibble at her throbbing little love button. It got very hard, and I began to lick at it very eagerly, very hungrily. I then took another nibble at her clit, just a little bit harder this time. At the same time, my fingertips massaged hard against her G-spot and her inner walls. She twisted, and she moaned. She thrust her pussy even higher up into my face.

"Don't hold ANYTHING back!" I moanned, as I eagelry slurped at both her hard little clit and her soft G-spot now.

Then she screamed right in my ear, the sexiest, most seductive, most satisfied scream I had ever heard in my life, and she thoroughly soaked my lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers with her powerful orgasmic release.

She collapsed flat on her back, purring contentedly and breathing so heavily. Come continued to ooze out of her for what seemed like about five full minutes, and my tongue slowly, lazily lapped up every tasty drop, loving every minute of it.

When she finally regained normal breathing, she once more got that wickedly lustful gleam in her eye. "Lie back, baby," she pushed me flat on my back. She leaned down over me, and kissed my balls. "Thank you for staying that night with me in the hospital, darling." She then licked at my balls. "Thank you for falling in love with me." She sucked first one ball, then the other into her mouth. "Thank you for letting me love you, too!" She took a long, slow lick up my throbbing shaft. "Thank you for being my one and only true love." She kissed and then lovingly licked the very tip of my cock-head. "And most of all, thank you, baby, for ALWAYS making me come so powerfully like that!" With that, she sucked my cock past her lips, over the roof of her mouth, and then down into her throat. With her mouth stuffed so completely full of me now, she could no longer talk. But her hollowewd cheeks, softly-caressing lips, swirling tongue, and smooth throat did all the talking I wanted or needed to hear right now, as I moaned and pulsed and throbbed and thrusted my way down into her throat now.

"I guess you're all better now, huh?" I moaned.

My remark made her laugh, and her laughing mouth felt wonderful, vibrating against my cock. I stiffened and throbbed in her mouth even more now, and she sucked me even more eagerly. I swear if she could have, she would have sucked down my balls, along with my cock-head and shaft now.

"I can't hold BACK any longer!" I groaned.

She clutched and squeezed my ass cheeks, and pushed me even further down her throat. "Feed me ALL of your come!" she moaned.

I felt like my cock was going to shatter like glass, as I exploded my come powerfully down the back of her throat. She gulped and gulped and gulped, ever-so-lovingly swallowing down my spunk, as rapidly and as eagerly and as lovingly as I was feeding it to her mouth now.

"My god, how I do LOVE you, baby!" I groaned, shaking from head to toe, as I continued to dribble my love juices into her mouth, and her gentle, loving, lusting tongue continued to lap at me in her mouth.

She reached down and scoped some of her still-seeping juice out of her pussy, feeding it to my mouth with her finger. "Mmmm! I love YOU, baby," she cooed softly, holding me sweetly, tenderly, until at last she let my cock slip out of her mouth, causing a narrow stream of my come to slowly dribble out the edge of her mouth, and down her chin.

"Mmmm!" she moaned. "My pussy is SO hungry for you now. SO very hungry." She wrapped her fist around my shaft, and gave it a few slow, gentle, loving strokes, until it was once more fully hard and throbbing. She then guided my hard-on to the very edge of her still-wide-open, still very wet and juicy pussy. My hand replaced hers around my cock, as I slowly, gently fed inch after loving, throbbing inch down into her. She squeezed my cock tight, and drew it deeper and ever deeper into her with her contracting pussy muscles. When I was all the way in, my balls up against her tight pussy lips, I began a very slow in-and-out thrusting. On each slow downstroke, I would pause at about the last inch, and then drive that final inch in very hard and fast. Then slowly withdraw again. Every time I drove that last inch in hard and fast, she would shake from head to toe, and moan directly in my ear.

I scooted up a little now, so my cock-head and shaft would rub tightly up against her clit and her G-spot on each and every stroke. She rested her bare feet up on my ass, rubbing her feet all over my bare cheeks, and then using her feet to push me down into her deeper and harder.

I got her not-so-subtle hint now, and I began driving into her very deep, very hard, and very fast. She was trembling all over, and moaning louder and louder. "I'm gonna COME, baby!" she shouted.

"So am I!" I screamed. Her pussy muscles contracted very tight around me, and I felt a flood of her juices thoroughly coat my cock, lubricating my powerful strokes, making me slip and slide all over her interior.

"Feed me your love juices!" she cried out. "I'm very, VERY hungry for you!" That did it! My balls tensed up, my cock pulsed very hard, very deep inside of her. And then I just about FLOODED her love chamber with my come. Once more, my orgasm was SO intense, that it felt like my cock was made of glass, and would shatter at any momnet, from the explosive force of my orgasm.

My cock throbbed deep inside of her, and slowly dribbled out even MORE come. "THIS is how much I love you, honey!" I moaned.

She clamped her pussy muscles very tight around my cock. Her tightness on me hurt so GOOD! "Mmmm!" she cooed softly, clenching her pussy even tighter around me. "And THIS is how much I love YOU, baby!"

We collapsed in a heap, arms and legs wrapped around each other, my still-pulsating cock still buried very deep down inside of her. She gazed lovingly, soulfully into my eyes now. "Spending the night in the hospital with me, holding me, comforting me, reassuring me, cheering me up, was the most wonderful thing that ANY man has EVER done for me!" she sighed. "That selfless act elevated you in my eyes, from just another boyfriend, to the man I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"Are you trying to tell me that you want to MARRY me?" I exclaimed. "Oh, that would be the greatest news EVER!" I was so excited, that my cock, still in her, once more pulsed and throbbed its way back to full hardness.

"Easy, boy!" she grinned, pushing her feet hard down into my ass. "You haven't ASKED me to marry you yet, and I haven't said yes. I think it's too soon in our relationship to talk marriage...yet! But I am definitely thinking that marriage will be in our future."

"I'd LIKE that," I moaned, my cock throbbing even harder at the idea of spending the rest of my life with her.

"Mmmm!" she purred again. "What I'd like right now, is for you to fuck me all over again. Right NOW!" She rolled us over, straddled my legs with hers, and eagerly bounced her hot, wet pussy up and down along my very hard shaft, which was pointing straight up into her now. I was enjoying her enthusiastic cock-ride every bit as much as she was now, and my enjoyment was doubled by the two sweet, wonderful words echoing over and over in my head now, two words so full full of promise, so full of happiness: "My wife!"

 

[kittykateater]

Our relationship is progressing VERY nicely now:

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