(F)inally (M)et up with a fellow redditor (Part 2) | 2016

Sorry it has taken me so long to write part 2! I've been fairly busy trying to deal with all the dick pics in my inbox (j/k- sort of.) Here is part 2. I think there are going to be 4 total parts, so I'm sorry that this one might seem a little high in the story/sex ratio. This is how it happened though, and I wanted to retell it faithfully so you could understand how I felt in the moment. If you haven't read part 1 yet, please start there.

When we arrived at his apartment and when I got out of the car my legs were surprisingly weak. My orgasm had been stronger than I realized. I hoped my clit wouldn’t still be too sensitive when we got down to business.

I followed him to his apartment and he opened the door. It was pretty nice for a college apartment. Hardwood floors, leather couch and chair. He had art— ART!— on the walls. I was incredibly surprised… He just hadn’t seemed like the type. He must have noticed me staring because he said, “My roommate’s parents are pretty rich and his mom’s an interior decorator. She insisted on furnishing the whole apartment.”

When we walked into his room I realized that he hadn’t been kidding when he said “whole apartment.” His room was as nicely decorated as the rest had been. He had a four-poster bed that was nicely made. He even had throw pillows, which he later admitted he had only set up in preparation for me. I thought it was really sweet he had cleaned everything for me. From all our interactions online, I had made it clear he could hit it, but those extra touches and effort really made me feel nice inside.

I put my stuff down in his room and followed him as he showed me the kitchen (nice) and the bathroom (very nice.) His roommate was already gone for the break, so they were a little short on food. He asked if I’d like to go on a date with him. Considering I had his cum in my mouth less than an hour earlier, I felt obliged to say yes. “Good!” he said, “Because we have reservations at 6:30.” I laughed. Since we only had an hour and a half before the reservations and I had been travelling all day, I had to go get ready.

I quickly unpacked what I needed, and he showed me how to work his shower. I pulled my shirt off and undid my bra, letting it fall down my arms revealing my breasts. His eyes were immediately drawn to them and I saw the hunger in his eyes. His hand went to my hip and he pulled me toward him. Our bodies pressed together as our lips met. It felt so right being in his arms. Our kisses were violent and starved. He pulled my pants down, and I dug my fingers into his back. I bit his lip and then kissed down his neck. I pulled his shirt off and ran my hand up his chest. I started to go to my knees… I wanted to take him in my mouth again, but he stopped me. “I think you have a shower to take,” He said. “We’ll get dirty later.” He winked like a goofball, and I giggled. I don’t know how someone can be so ridiculously sexy yet a total goof at the same time. I liked it.

He smacked me firmly on the ass as I turned towards the shower, so I wiggled it at him. He laughed and left me there to get clean. In the shower I couldn’t help thinking about him. About how hot it had been in the car on the way in. About how horny he made me. I couldn’t wait to jump his bones when we got home from dinner. I was glad for the slight reprieve from sex though, because my clit was still slightly too sensitive.

I heard him open the door. “If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to have to come in and get you!”

“Oh please do!” I replied. “But if you do, we certainly won’t make it to dinner on time.” He laughed again and shut the door. I finished up my shower and got ready without incident. I put on a knee-length, strapless red dress with a black lace bra (strapless of course) and a matching thong. Since it was cold out I put on my thigh-high stockings and black lace garter belt. I had bought it especially for this occasion because I knew he had a thing for garters, and I figured my long legs with the thigh-highs would be pretty irresistible.

Dinner was really sweet. He had reserved us a table at this little Italian restaurant. He ordered me a glass of red wine (I have a fake) and a glass of white for himself. I ordered pasta and he ordered the fish. It was dark in the restaurant and we had a candle on our table. Conversation went well. If we lived anywhere close, he would be real boyfriend material.

Fortunately for him, red wine goes to my head pretty quickly. Soon after dinner started I became pretty giggly. After this I got really horny. I’d been pretty horny anyway (left over from the car trip and the encounter in the bathroom) but the wine really brought it to the surface. The innuendos we kept making helped too. By the time we ordered desert I was really feeling it. I slipped my shoe off and slid my foot under the table until I found his.

I gently began teasing it up his leg. I saw him jump slightly when I first made contact, but then he scooted in his chair and pushed into my foot. As I passed his knee and slipped up the inside of his thigh he spread his legs. My toes found his crotch and I could feel the outline of his cock. I could feel it starting to stiffen. I traced my toe down the length of his shaft and back. I was watching him and trying to look seductive. He was trying to look nonchalant, but wasn’t pulling it off. I think the older couple to our right knew what was going on. I continued carefully kneading his erection with my toes. I’d never done anything like this before and I was a little drunk, so I was very gentle because I didn’t want to hurt him.

As I continued rubbing his cock with my toes he began flexing his dick against me. It got me thinking how nice his dick was going to feel inside me. I leaned over and whispered that I couldn’t wait to fuck him senseless. He gulped. He called the waitress over, cancelled desert, and paid for the meal. We quickly went out to the car and made our way home. (Luckily he was nowhere near as drunk as I was— he only had one glass.)

When we arrived at his place I dropped my purse on the floor and kicked off my heels. I drunkenly began kissing him and dragged him over to the couch. Laying on the couch with his body on top of me we once again engaged in a passionate make out session. We’d been talking for months and it felt so nice to finally get the pleasure of his lips on mine. But now I was ready for a greater pleasure. I started tugging off his shirt, but he stopped me again. I was so frustrated. I’d been so wet all day. I needed a cock in me. “Just fuck me already!”

He pulled back and looked at me. He put his finger over my lips. “You have to wait.” he said. “But, we can go to the bedroom.”

We walked into the bedroom and he unzipped my dress. He began kissing me on my neck from behind, holding me close. I ground my ass into his crotch and could feel how hard he was. He wanted this too… why wouldn’t he fuck me?

He slipped my dress off and got his first glimpse of my garter belt and stockings. He breathed in quickly. I took a step away and looked over my shoulder at him, kind of cocking my ass toward him. I could see him lose control. He rushed me and basically tackled me to the bed, flipping me over in transition. I lay on my back with him between my legs, his thumb magically rubbing my clit through my thong. His mouth sucked impatiently at my neck and his other hand ravaged my breast. It slipped down my side to my ass and started to pull my thong off. But then he stopped. I was high on horniness. How was he stopping?

He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a black, silk piece of cloth. “Lay on the bed. All the way.” He said. He crawled on top of me and placed the blindfold over my eyes, tying it behind my head.

“Oh! So this is what you want to do,” I teased.

“Shh,” he said gently, and I felt him tie the first cloth tie firmly (but not too firmly) around my wrist.