Second Date, Part Two | 2016

This is Part One. (I keep forgetting to add the tags! M/F!)

When we last left our intrepid hero he was in a shadowy dance club having his cock sucked by his horny date in full view of three hot young supermodels...

It's hard enough (I have to stop with the puns) to walk with a hard-on; now imagine being dragged across a crowded, jumping, sweaty dance floor with one. I'd barely had time to stuff it back in my boxer briefs before my date grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me toward the exit. Then again, the tight asses and crotches I was bumping into sure as hell made for an exciting exit. Two women nearly punched me, a guy tried to grab it, and most everyone else seemed to enjoy it. (I know I did.)

By the time we got to the staircase it was mostly back to normal... until my date, leading me up the stairs, ran into traffic and my face plowed into her ass. She gyrated on me and my cock started to spring back to life. Move, people!

Finally we were free and on the sidewalk. 'Your place,' I said, knowing it was only a few blocks away.

'We can't,' she said. Fuck!

'Fine. My place,' I volunteered, even though it was on the other side of town, and held out my hand for a cab (and planned on her finishing that blowjob in the cab).

'Baby, no.' She sidled up to me and took my hand down. Now I was frustrated.

'Wait,' I said, 'Tell me what you said in the club.' I looked her dead in the eye.

'I need to fuck.' She seemed torn to admit it.

'So do I,' I said, kissing her neck and caressing her ass (oh my god her ass in that dress...)

'It's just... I have a rule.' No. No fucking rules. I've been on too many dates with too many women who got all hot and bothered until they remembered that there were some arbitrary 'rules' they were supposed to abide by.

'I can't have anyone over before the third date.' I nearly facepalmed.

'Then let's go back to my place.'

'No,' she sucked on my lower lip as she crushed my spirit, 'I'm sorry. I can't. I have to be a good girl.' Her hand brushed against the front of my pants and I strained to resist reminding her that on our first date she deep-throated me in a garden barely four hours after meeting me for the first time. 'But... I really... really... need to get fucked...'

'Then how are you planning to get fucked?' I was starting to get pissed. The lip sucking turned into a full-on kiss, and she sucked on my tongue.

'Well, baby,' she said, running her hands down my ass, as if it were her plan all along. 'That's your job. If you want to really want to fuck me.'

It's a good thing I don't drink, because there is no way a mind buzzed on booze could have performed the necessary spatial and geographic calculations of in such a short amount of time. Where? A hotel? Yes, there were plenty nearby, but this was NYC on a Saturday night and they were most likely booked solid. The back of a cab? You never knew what kind of driver you were gonna get. A back alley (they don't exist in NYC, despite what the movies tell you)? Up against a brick wall? In the middle of fucking 10th Avenue? Yes, yes, yes, I would have fucked her here, I would have fucked her there, I would have fucked her anywhere.

But this woman was special. Completely unlike any I'd met in years. I didn't want our first fuck to be some quick pump-and-go. She had challenged me. She wanted to see if I was man enough for her. She wanted to see if I could roll with whatever she threw at me, and if I wanted to fuck her, if I wanted to have her, If I could rise to the occasion (again with the puns) then she would offer up more than I could ever imagine. I could have said 'no'. I could have said, 'Either we go back to your place or my place or good night' and I could have but I knew if I did I'd never see her again. I wanted it, I wanted her, and all I had to do was find a place, a private place, where we could kiss and lick and suck and spank and fuck and cum. She would have abided by her 'rules' yet gotten what she'd wanted. I would have gotten what I'd wanted without being an asshole or worse. And then I hit on it.

I had only been there once, a couple of years ago, with my ex-girlfriend (there are some stories with THAT one). And it was within walking distance. Yes. I think it would work.

'You want to get fucked, honey?' I asked her. She nodded. 'I want to get fucked so hard,' she said, kissing my neck.

'Follow me.'

You have to know about this place to find it. Late on a Saturday night there's always a line, and tonight was no different. A few couples, a group of single ex-frat guys trying to bribe their way in (they would have no luck as always). While we waited we kissed and fondled each other. Then we were at the front of the line and the bouncer glanced at us and waved us through.

I paid the admission fee and were buzzed into the lounge. 'Have you ever been to a place like this before?' I asked my date. She shook her head. 'I think you're going to enjoy it. Do you want a drink?' She nodded, and we went to the bar.

The bartender was topless, a brunette with a rose tattoo winding up her naked back. She poured me a club soda and mixed something special for my date; I think she had the hots for her. I didn't blame her.

I scanned the room as my date sipped her drink. It was much more crowded than the last time I had been here (a Tuesday); Saturday night definitely brought out the lookers, male and female.

'What is this place?' my date asked. 'Finish your drink,' I said, and she upturned it and drank it down. 'Finished,' she said. 'Let's go,' I said, and took her by the hand.

We went through a series of double doors and into a small, dark lobby. Another topless girl stood behind a counter. 'Robes, or just towels?' she asked. 'Both,' I said, and she handed them to us along with two keys attached to coiled bands. 'Here are your locker keys. You know the rules?' I nodded (I didn't, really, but I was impatient.) 'Cool. Have an awesome night,' she smiled at us and winked at my date, who by now understood what she was in for.

We walked through another set of double doors and into a locker room. Coed, of course. Men and women of all ages, all sizes, and all races were in various states of undress. I found an open locker and took off my jacket. 'Should I get undressed?' asked my date. 'It's the rules,' I said, 'unless you want to go back to the lounge.' She seemed to hesitate but I started to unbutton my shirt. 'Wait,' she said, 'let me.' And she took over for me, slowly, button by button, kissing down my chest as she did.

I noticed a couple of people watching us: An older naked guy who took one look at her ass and started stroking under his robe (thank you), and a young woman toweling off with her date (or husband or boyfriend or, um, client). I leaned back and let my date take off my shirt. I hung it in the locker as she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, grabbing my balls as she did. 'Can I suck this in here?' she asked. I shook my head. 'Not in here. It's the rules.' She looked disappointed. I hung up my pants and took off my shoes. 'Your turn,' I said. She grinned, reached up to her shoulders and slid the sides of her dress to her waist. Her breasts were fucking magnificent and I stared unreservedly. She pushed her dress down her thighs and was now completely naked. I noticed the old guy really going at it until his 'date' - who was definitely a professional - sighed and led him out of the room.

'Do I have to take my shoes off?' my date asked. I have to admit the heels made her ass look spectacular. But they were the rules. I pulled a couple of clean flip-flops (generously provided) out of the locker and exchanged them for her fuck-me pumps.

'Um, you haven't finished getting naked,' she said, and yanked my boxer briefs down before I could do it myself. My cock was at half-mast. She ran her fingers over it and it got harder. 'You sure I can't start sucking this in here?' 'No,' I said, 'but through those doors you can do whatever you want.' 'Whatever I want?' I nodded. 'And you can do whatever you want?' I nodded again.

'Do you want a robe?' 'Do I have to wear it?' 'No.' She looked at the doors. 'Are there going to be a lot of naked people back there?' 'Yes.' 'And they're going to be looking at us?' 'Yes.' 'Then I don't want a robe,' she said.

'This is the best fucking date I've ever been on.'

And then we walked naked through the locker and through the doors marked 'Private'...

(My date was a bit of a cocktease and so am I. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Be patient. I promise it will be worth it.)