I text you for permission to go on a meet and greet... Just dinner and a drink... Your reply the same as always, have fun and be careful.

From what I gather after chatting for a while is that this new man, potentially my new playtoy, is humble, funny and respectful. I felt an emotional/mental attraction soon after we started chatting. This could potentially be the one i have been looking for.

We meet at a sports bar close to home. It is vibey and the atmosphere festive. After dinner and a few drinks, having had an amazing time, we decided it's time to leave. He was on a business trip afterall and had a presentation early in the morning. Me, i have you waiting at home.

The gentleman he is, he walked me to my car. As i was about to open my door, i felt his hand gently take my arm. I turned to face him.

I knew that look... The look of pure, animalistic, no frills lust...

The feeling was mutual.

He stepped forward and pinned me against the car, asking if this was ok.. I trembled as i said yes...

He took hold of my hips and planted a wet kiss on my cheek, moving down my neck and up to my mouth... I could taste the hint of whiskey and feel the coldness of the ice on his tongue from his last drink. My senses skyrocket ... As he lowers his hand and brings it up under my dress, he realises that i am not wearing any underware. This makes him smile.

As he softly tease my playground, i open my legs wider, not so subtly encouraging him to penetrate me with his fingers. I wait in anticipation for him to make his move...

As i feel him insert a finger, i throw my head back and moan. This pleases him. He inserts another and another, my wetness giving ample lubrication. As he glides his fingers in and out of me, his thumb strokes my hooded jewel...

He kisses me and as his hand movement increases, so does the intensity of his kisses.

Thrills and chills, body jerking, mouth wide open, i climax, my kegals contracting and expanding around his fingers, pulling him in and then pushing him out. I feel almost limp, that i am only held up by his hand, a puppet...

As i release his fingers, he looks deeply at me. He brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting me, sucking my wetness, his face portraying pure pleasure. Pleased at his performance and achievement. I kiss him passionately, wanting to taste myself on his lips...

Glorius...

As we part, we vow to meet up again on his next business trip... This time however, we will order take out and be indoors from the start.. no time wasting, no chit chat... An evening of exciting, unequivocal, reciprocal pleasantries...

As i drive away, i can still feel the pulsation of his fingers sliding in and out of me. Muscle memory i call it..

As i drive up to our home, I can see your shadow in the doorway.

You are waiting for me with only towel wrapped around your torso.

As i fall into your arms so does your towel...

As you kiss me, you tell me that you can taste my love juice and a gentle hint of whiskey...

You ask me if I was a bad girl.

I answer... Not was...

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