I was told to post this here. | 2016

I show up at your house at the arranged meeting time. As I sit in my car I start to get nervous, we've never met before and I'm not sure how you'll react to me, you know, the normal pre-date jitters.

Gathering my confidence I straighten the collar of my polo and stroll confidently up to your front door. I knock. Every second feels like an eternity. The door swings open. I'm stunned, your twice as gorgeous in person. It's impossible for me not to smile.

You blush. "Come on in" you say, hugging me as I walk through the door. You're wearing a tight T-shirt and skimpy shorts. "Would you like a tour?" you ask, closing the door behind me.

"Sure," I reply impatiently, all I can think about is your body in those tight clothes. My mind is racing and my heart keeps pace. As we walk from room to room the tension starts to build, we both know it's just a matter of time. Tic. Toc.

You take your time. It seems as though you like making me wait. Making me watch your hips swing to and fro. You're enjoying this more than I am. Leaving the kitchen you bend over right in front of me to pick up a piece of trash on the floor. Now I know you're toying with me. I like it. A lot. We walk into the last room of the tour, your bedroom. We're still avoiding each other eyes.

Our eyes meet for the first time since I entered the house. It's too much, for both of us. You close the space between us. All tension releases as you jump into my arms. We start kissing. At first its soft and gentle, but that doesn't last very long.

One hand gripping you're ass, the other in the small of your back I walk towards the bed and collapse on top of you. My hand moves from your ass to your breast as we hit the bed. Instinct takes over and my waist starts grinding against yours, you can feel my erection through your shorts. My hand feels your nipple harden.

Clothes start flying as we roll around your bed never breaking our embrace. Finally, we're both naked. I can feel the wetness on your thigh. I turn you around and slip inside you.

You try to moan but it takes your breath.

You're gushing.

The rhythm of my thrusting steadies just as your breathing starts to fluctuate.You start moaning. I grip your waist with my right hand as my left slides around to your clit. You orgasm, I speed up. My fingers are now dripping with your wetness as I flick them up and down.

Your moaning gets louder.

I moan too.

You orgasm again. This time you start convulsing. Feeling you squirm beneath me is the best thing I've ever felt.. Your 2nd orgasm brings me to my own climax. I pull out and roll you over as my seed spills across the front of your body, from navel to neck.

The wry smile on your face leaves me speechless.

We clean up and dress in silence. It's the best sex I've ever had and I'm not sure what to say.

You walk me to my car. "Until next time." You whisper in my ear as you give me one last goodnight kiss. It's the first time I've noticed how soft your lips are. Before I was distracted by the tension between us, now I really feel how perfect you feel.

I'm instantly hard again and you notice it in our embrace. You grin. "All it takes is a kiss, huh?" You joke.

"From yo..." is as far as I get before you start kissing me again. I press you up against my car. Your pinned there and even if you wanted to leave I don't know if I could let you. If I would let you. Not right now. My hand moves down your waist. Grips your ass. You start to struggle, "Stop," you urge, "we should stop."

I'm still hot and all I can think about is being inside you again. My mind runs through 100 different options. My common sense wins. I let go.

Your grin comes back, "Rememaber? Next time." You say. You walk past me and into your house. My blood finally starts to cool back down. On the drive home all I can think about are your last words..... "Next Time"

The next morning I wake up with thoughts of the night before swimming through my head. Your lips, your ass, your … everyting, it haunts me. All throughout the day my thoughts roam the tension-filled tour through your house to the near loss of self control I had against my car. I'm still not sure how I stopped. I'm still not sure I should have..