It started like any normal date. Dinner, a movie, some casual flirting. I was wearing my little black dress, short enough to show off my legs, low-cut enough to get John’s attention. We sat near the back of the theater, and soon his hand found its way to my thigh. I didn’t stop him.
As the movie dragged on, I barely paid attention. His fingers kept inching higher, just brushing the edge of my panties beneath the hem of my dress. My heart was pounding the whole time, a mix of nerves, curiosity, and straight up lust I didn’t quite know what to do with.
After the movie, neither of us wanted to go home. So we drove, aimlessly at first, then on purpose, until he found a quiet, dark spot on Wolf Street. We got out and walked up the steps towards the Obelisk and sat on a bench where no one would see us.
That’s when things started to heat up. He leaned across the bench and kissed me, slow, hungry, deeper by the second. His hands were all over me, sliding up my thighs, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. I straddled his lap, grinding against him as he got harder and I got braver.
Then, out of nowhere, I whispered - “I want to suck your cock.”
I couldn’t believe I said it. I felt a rush of nerves right after, but he looked at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He leaned back on the bench, adjusted himself, and unbuttoned his trousers. I slid off his lap and shifted in front of him, kneeling on the grass with my heart pounding in my ears.
He lifted his hips, tugged his pants and boxers down just enough, and out popped his cock - semi hard, warm, thick in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave a few slow strokes, feeling him swell in my grip as I leaned in.
I opened my mouth and took the tip in, slowly, nervously, letting my lips stretch around his as my tongue swirled gently underneath. He let out this low groan that made me even wetter. I wenta little deeper, centimeter by centimerter, careful not to rush it. I didn’t know what I was doing exactly, but I tried to go slow, listen to his reactions, and figure out what he liked.
He reached down and gently brushed my hair out of my face, then rested his hand on the back of my head, not pushing, just holding. I started bobbing my head, stroking him with one hand while sucking him with more confidence, feeling him get harder and longer as I went.
I loved the way he tasted, clean, warm, just a little salty. I loved how his thighs tensed under my free hand. I loved how his breathing changed the deeper I went, the sloppier my strokes got. It wasn’t messy, not yet, But I could feel my saliva starting to mix with his pre-cum, slick and hot as I worked him over.
I pulled back for a second, looking up at him, then licked from the base to the tip slowly before taking it back into my mouth. This time, I let him guide me a little, and when he groaned again, low, desperate, I knew I was doing something right.
“Fuck babe, that feels so good” he muttered, breathless.
I didn’t stop. I was getting into it now, moaning a little around his cock, letting my tongue stay active even when I couldn’t go too deep. My hand stayed busy at the base. Stroking him in rhythm with my mouth. I could feel his cock start to swell again, his thighs getting tighter. He was close.
“I’m gonna cum” he said voice strained.
I looked up again, and that eye contact, God, it was intense, but I didn’t pull back. I wanted to see it through.
Several more strokes, and he gasped, stiffened his legs and moaned as he came in my mouth. Hot, thick shots hit the back of my throat. I wanted to swallow instinctively, but gagged and let it spill out from the sides of mouth. To my surprise, I liked how it tasted and I kept sucking gently as he came down from t, licking him clean before letting him slip from my lips.
I wiped the corner of my mouth and looked up at him, a little breathless, a little shaky, but proud. He was still catching his breath, smiling like he’d just won Lotto. The same look that I had had, when he first went down on me a few days earlier.

I was hooked, just one more hole to go.