First date leads to back seat fun [m/f] | 2016

A little backstory, I met her on OKCupid and she lives down in Charleston, I live in Greenville SC. I was down there at NYE for the Yorktown Countdown and just happened to log in on OKC. And so when I was bored, I looked around at different profiles. About a week later I messaged her. We messaged about 10 times before I got her number. Let's call her Denise. Then I texted her for a day or two, but before going to bed one night, I called her.

She thought I must have been drunk, because who calls anymore? It seems like no one in this day and age takes the time to have conversations on the phone anymore. But we ended up talking for about 3 hours, and every night since, with one or two exceptions we've been on the phone for 1-3 hours. We just click. We hit on every level. Agree on pretty much every issue, political, social, religious, its incredible. The funniest thing is how many little things we keep having in common. Both left handed, our favorite snacks clausen pickles w/ baby bell cheese wheels, seriously it's like I'm talking to the female version of me. It was a little weird at first (maybe shes pretending to...? I've dated crazy before) but really exciting.

I'll take this time to describe her, about 5'3, shoulder length brown hair, sparkling hazel eyes, very cute face, just lights up the room. Very slim lower body, until you reach her breasts, which are huge for someone at her petite size. At least a full D. Myself, 6'2, brown hair and blue eyes, an athletic 190, We're both 23, me post grad working, her finishing her final year of school in a medical field.

One night I was feeling horny and texted her a brief two message description of what I would do as soon as I saw her in person. She reacted strongly, she said she had to stop what she was doing and read it over and over. I liked this, I've sexted before, and I can get extremely descriptive, from foreplay to what I'm feeling, to sex. Clearly Denise is very responsive, and I like that. So one time I'm on the phone late at night with her, and I start to describe what I would do to her... and I don't even get to talking about eating her pussy before she came over the phone! It was incredible, she said she loves my voice, and how articulate I put things, that I took her out of her own head and could see and feel what I was describing. Amazing, what a connection. This happened a few more times, to say the least, myself joining in.

So after talking on the phone so much we had to meet, we decided to have dinner in Columbia, because we literally could not stand not seeing each other anymore. So we met at this nice sushi bar, which I had never tried before. She had mentioned as a joke earlier that she'll be so nervous I'll need to kiss her when we first see each other to dispel it. I remember walking up to her after she parked, and we pause and give that hi with a smile. The moment deepens as we stare into each others eyes, and before I know what I'm doing, my hand reaches out to the nape of her neck and I pull her close, kissing her deeply. My fingers snake through her hair, bodies pressed against each other, small moans into each others mouths. I start to pull away but she pulls my head back and continues for another minute. She's displaying a strong lack of give a fuck as people walk by. Then we walk hand in hand into the place just grinning our silly faces off.

We start off with a shot or two to calm ourselves, and seriously we're nigh unpalatable to everyone around us, so we sit in the back corner. The first 10 minutes we just sit there smiling and holding hands across the table. The waiter has to come back three times to take our order because we're just talking and flirting off the charts. One of those times where your situational awareness has fallen down to zero, outside the person in front of you. We were in our own little bubble and weren't cognizant of anything outside it. But eventually we got some sushi, I ended up liking it, although that might have been from the Moscow Mules I was having. Denise subsequently got one because she loved it too (go figure).

We spent about 4 hours in that corner talking, laughing, having those hand holding eye staring moments, that is just sickening to everyone around us. Just carried away with giddiness, started kissing each other when leaving to use the head, footsies underneath the table, just hitting on all cylinders. Surreal. And god, did she look beautiful.

We closed the place down and walked out to the car, and I paused to turn around at her and hug her, as the steps had her level with me. We proceed with a passionate make out session and sweet nothing whispering and hormones spiking out of control. I literally put her over my shoulder and ranger walk to my car (SUV) where we get in the back seat, turn on the music and heat and start tearing each other apart.

Now we both had a rule that pants were not coming off on the first date.. but god did the shirts come off fast. I grabbed her face and kissed her deeply, my other hand deep in her hair, inhaling deeply. My other hand trails down her neck, collarbone, down her side. My finger tips trace against her ass in jeans, before giving it a firm squeeze. She moans against my mouth and I firmly drag my hand down and up her legs, almost massaging her muscles, how strongly I'm caressing her. She puts her arm around my neck and rolls over the straddle me. Suddenly there's more dry humping action than in all of high school. So much groping on each other, my god if one of us had said fuck it, the other surely would have fell with them. Unable to contain myself, I snake my hands up her shirt and unclasp her bra. She was wearing a very floaty shirt, so I couldn't tell how busty she was until I manage to put my hands over voluptuous breasts, giving her that passionate, hooded glare as I do. I have to see them. I take off her shirt, which surprisingly had another underneath it, I suppose maybe to help conceal her bust. I unbutton my collared button down and so she can see my grey beater underneath. She pauses to run her hand over my body. I give a playful half smile and tell her to turn around and lay back down on me.

At this point the back seats are down and we're virtually lying down. This is my favorite position in foreplay however.. As she soon finds out why. When she lies on her back on top of me like that, my hands quickly grow minds of their own. Grasping her breasts, slowing dragging out her nipples, my other hand sliding down and feeling her thighs, twisting to the inside, rubbing firmly through her jeans. All the while my mouth is kissing, licking up and down her neck, my warm breath in her ear, tongue snaking in and out occasionally to her moans. I can't control myself as I slowly spread my two fingers down south in a peace sign type way and start rubbing down the inside of her crotch, teasing, but getting closer... So close, to where Denise wants me to touch her...

One of the other reasons I love this, is because she is literally writhing on top of me, moaning, squirming, out of breath, unable to do much about it, while I have my way.. Like I said our pants are still on, but as I can feel her need, I start palming her clit through her jeans and she lets out one load moan. I slowly grind my hand against in an increasing rhythm.. Going in bursts, interspersed with slow, sensual rubbing, all the while playing with her breasts in the other hand, and kissing her neck. I do this for a good half hour, and take a break. With a sly smile I asked her how she liked my favorite position, and she said, "You made me cum twice!" I was pretty surprised as while I could definitely she was enjoying it, I had been closely reading signs for anything climatic, as it were, and hadn't seen anything resolving. But she was flushed as hell and we were a sweaty mess, so I smiled. We took a breather and spent about two whole hours in the back seat vacillating between intense make out sessions and cuddling and hanging out.

It was very intimate.. at one break I was singing under my breath with the songs and in my buzzed state I started kind of singing for her and kissing her and she was melting, because I have a big mix of like Buble, classic rock, and Childish gambino to throw some humor in. And trust me, I do not have any experience with singing. It should have been a bad idea, because I'm pretty sure I have an awful monotone voice, but she likes it because its deep; she loves listening to me tell stories or teach her things (I love reading history and work in the engineering/construction business).

But god, that feeling in that car was combustible. After two hours of furious foreplay, we have to go, and spent like 5 minutes having goodbye kiss after goodbye kiss, keep going back for more. God the most incredible first date I've ever had. We've only caught fire since. I'm going down to stay the weekend with her on Friday. I don't think any rules will make it past Friday. I'll write something up, if I think its OK, and obviously it turns out well.

TL:DR; the emotional connection made a sushi date dinner far and away the most intense and passionate date I've ever been a part of.