The Rose Vibrator
It’s our second date.
We had our first date at a new restaurant I’d been wanting to try for a while. At the time, I was more excited about the location than I was about him. That changed quickly once we exchanged words. He had a calm presence, but full of swagger and quick with humor. He was tall but not the ‘strain-your-neck” looking up type of tall.
This date, our second one, I had spent time looking forward to. I hadn’t made my mind up about whether or not I wanted to be intimate. But I had imagined him, his size, his rhythm, how he might talk to me during.
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We have returned from dinner and we are sipping champagne on his aunt’s couch. He’s only in town for the summer so he’s staying with family but they’re out of town. There’s a movie on the TV that we are vaguely watching. It’s noisy and full of explosions yet my thoughts are somehow louder. As my head faces the screen, my peripheral vision lingers on his figure. He’s tall and slender but muscular, toned in all the right areas and stronger than I’d realized. As we’re sitting on the couch now, his arm is wrapped around my waist, tucked underneath my left arm, grazing my thigh, dangerously close to my vagina which throbs at the thought of him.
“You getting sleepy?” he asks as my eyes are slightly glazed. I’m not sleepy, just drunk with arousal.
“Not really,” I respond as I turn to look at him. We hold eye contact for a moment but then he looks at my mouth which is slightly open. I bite down on my bottom lip instinctively.
“Don’t do that,” he says. His voice is stern and raspy. I look down at his lips while he speaks. I pause. “Why not?” I ask.
He slides his hand from around my waist and moves it up to my shoulder until he reaches the back of my neck. He squeezes my neck and pulls my head back against the couch. I moan in pleasure. How does he know exactly what I like? As my head is pulled back, he leans into my neck, giving me slow kisses, licking me, biting me. When he moves my head back down to face him, I plant my lips onto his.
He kisses me hard, sticking his tongue down my throat, pushing my head into his. I can feel myself throbbing between my legs, even harder than before. I lift up my left leg so I can reach my clit and I begin rubbing myself over my pants as he kisses me, moaning into his mouth. I can hear a groan escape the back of his throat which makes me drip with wetness.
I pull away suddenly.
“I brought something,” I say, remembering. He looks curiously at me.
“Go get it,” he commands.
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