Tonight you and I are going out on a date.

You come to my house to pick me up, holding the door of your sexy sports car open for me. I get in, making sure that you get a quick flash of the top of my stockings, just enough to whet your appetite for later. We drive to a country pub, walk hand in hand through the door and order our drinks. Coke for you as you’re driving and large glass of medium dry white wine for me. People turn to look at us. They probably think that we have a more interesting life than they do - and they’re right, we do.

There’s nowhere to sit so we stand together at the bar, close but not quite touching each other. We don’t need to do that yet. We’re savouring the anticipation of what’s to come. We sip our drinks, chatting about this and that and it all seems pretty innocent. But all the time you’re wondering if I have any knickers on and I’m wondering when you’ll guess that I haven’t.

Our drinks are finished, you look deep into my eyes - another drink or….? I pick up my bag and walk towards the door. You follow and smile as you notice the admiring glances in my direction. We reach the car and you open the door for me again - such a gentleman. It’s a cold night and I shiver. You pull me towards you, wrapping your arms around me. The car park is quiet and dark, perfect for lovers. Standing by your car we kiss, tongues exploring each others mouths. Your hands caress the back of my neck and move upwards to tangle your fingers in my red hair. I can feel the solid bulge of your cock rubbing into me as I put my hands on your firm buttocks and pull your hips towards mine. Your mouth moves to my neck, lips brushing against my ear as you whisper to me to get into the car.

We drive back to my house, my hand on your thigh, occasionally moving upwards to rub your cock through your jeans. Home at last, we get out of the car and even as I’m putting the key into the front door, your hands are upon me. In the kitchen you push me up against the wall and we kiss again. Your hands are massaging my firm breasts, pinching the hard nipples through the lace of my bra. My hands are on your belt, the buckle undone and I’m unbuttoning your jeans, slipping a hand inside to release your beautiful cock.

Your hands move to my shoulders and apply a little pressure, just enough to let me know what you want. I sink to my knees and take your long, hard cock in one hand, caressing your balls with the other. You groan with pleasure and I lick the length of your shaft before taking you deep into my mouth, wet lips sliding up and down and my tongue swirling around and teasing the tip of your cock. You pull away from me, take my hand and I stand up. You lead me through the hall and to the stairs, but instead of going up, you sit on the second step and position me in front of you. ‘Show me,’ you demand and I obey.

I put one booted foot on the step and hitch my skirt up to my waist. Stockings, suspenders, and a very wet, very exposed pussy. I slide a finger between my lips, coating it with my juices. You grab my wrist and pull my hand to your mouth, licking my finger, tasting me. ‘Mmmm… you taste gorgeous.’ My hand goes back to my pussy and I begin to rub my clitoris, my fingers moving back and forth, faster and faster. You gaze deep into my eyes and put one hand around my neck to bring me closer to you for a kiss. Your other hand goes between my thighs and you push two fingers into me. I gasp with shock as your fingers thrust in and out of my pussy, faster and faster, deeper and deeper until I can’t hold back any longer. I give in to the sensations of pure bliss and ecstasy and I come with your fingers buried deep inside me. You feel my muscles contracting, gripping you as my orgasm pulses through my body and my juices cover your hand.

Now that’s the sort of date that I just love. What time shall I expect you….?