The First Meeting

We decided to meet at a bar halfway between where we both lived — neutral ground. I’ve always liked to meet new people in public first, get a feel for the vibe, and see if there’s potential chemistry. I mean, body language isn’t exactly my strong suit, and I need to know if a guy genuinely enjoys my company before things get physical. Looks are one thing, but there’s something irresistible about that unspoken connection that only surfaces face-to-face.

We exchanged hellos, our conversation flowing easily. He was easy to talk to — effortlessly charming, not too cocky, and somehow made me laugh more than I should’ve during a first play-meet. As I sipped my drink, my mind started to wander, asking the big question: Does he want to take this further?

And just as I was wondering that, he leaned in, his voice low and smooth, and asked, “So… would you like to do something more?”

Before he could even finish his sentence, the answer slipped from my lips. “Yes.”

I drove to his place, knowing exactly what I wanted... but the question lingered — did he want the same thing? Or was I reading this all wrong? That little bit of uncertainty made my heart race even faster, adding to the thrill. Every glance he gave me felt like a clue, but I wasn’t sure if I was getting it right.

When we finally stepped inside, the air crackled with playful tension, ready to snap like a rubber band stretched to its limit. The moment the door clicked shut, I was on him, my body pressed against his with an urgency that sent shivers through me. I kissed him hungrily, pouring every ounce of pent-up desire into that moment — like I’d been waiting a lifetime for this spark to ignite.

I might not look like a runway model, but trust me, I know how to make a lasting impression. Every guy I’ve met — whether we end up tangled in sheets or not — has always left craving more of my company. And with him? I was ready to show just how captivating I could be.

I’ve always been on the hunt for a great kisser. A rare find. But the moment his lips claimed mine, I knew — this one was different. His kiss was soft but demanding, like a secret invitation that made me want to melt under him. He took his time, teasing my bottom lip, exploring, tasting — and every nerve in my body lit up like fireworks.

Then his kisses trailed down my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and I swear I could’ve whimpered right there. He didn’t rush. No sloppy eagerness. Just slow, deliberate touches — like he knew exactly how to unravel me.

By the time he kissed his way down my body, I was already half gone. My skin tingled under every brush of his lips, and when he finally settled between my thighs, I was trembling with anticipation.

And then… oh god.

His mouth on me was pure electricity. It wasn’t just good — it was mind-blowing. The kind of oral that makes you forget your own name, forget where you are, forget that the world exists outside this moment. He explored me with expert precision, every flick of his tongue drawing out little moans I couldn’t suppress if I tried. He knew what he was doing — knew how to drive me wild and keep me right on the edge without rushing. I didn’t want him to stop. Ever.

When he finally pulled me up and turned me around, gripping my waist, I could barely catch my breath. I felt his cock press against me, hard and ready, and the anticipation made my thighs clench. And then — fuck — he slid inside me, deep and slow, and the world tilted on its axis.

He fucked me from behind, his hands gripping my hips like he couldn’t get enough of me, and the way he moved — deep, deliberate thrusts — had me gasping for air. Every inch of him felt perfect, filling me up in all the right ways. His pace was steady but intense, and each thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me.

I braced myself against the bed, lost in the sensation of him taking me so completely. His grip on my waist tightened as he drove into me harder, and I couldn’t stop the moans spilling from my lips. My body responded to every movement of his, like we were perfectly in sync — two strangers who’d found something unexpected and electric between them.

It felt too good — too perfect — and all I could think was that I never wanted it to end.

When we finally collapsed together, breathless and tangled in each other’s limbs, I knew one thing for sure: I was really glad I’d answered his message.

Lying there in the afterglow, my body still humming from the night’s adventures, I smiled to myself. This was just the beginning, and I couldn’t wait to see where our next playdate would take us.

Because if every night with him was going to feel this good... well, let’s just say I was more than ready for round two.