Twenty odd years ago I was using a well known dating site. Back then it was just that - a site for finding a partner, and not how things have become today, just a quick hook up ( I was actually getting some of that on another site which was aiming for that!).
I had completed my profile, and paid my money and was browsing women that broadly matched my criteria and I theirs, and had been on a couple of dates, but there had been no spark. I came across a woman fairly local, sounded like we had things in common, and so contacted her via the site etc, and we began a correspondence, which quickly involved exchanging email addresses, whereby we exchanged photos. She was matched her description - 5’ 2”, slim/ petite build, short brown hair. She was very much your average 35 year old, with a really nice smile. We quickly agreed to meet and it went well. We chatted easily, had a few laughs and got in great. But just before we were about leave (having agreed a second date) she went all serious and said, “Listen I have to tell you something”. I didn’t really have time to think what it could be before she carried on and said, “I’m bisexual- is that going to be an issue?”
Well, I was taken aback because despite my playing on an adult site I hadn’t expected this from Ellen because as I said, she was just “ordinary” - and I mean that in a nice way. She looked really concerned and so I took a deep breath and said, “It’s not a problem at all because it just so happens I’m besexual too”. I think the look on Ellen’s face was just as shocked as mine had been, because I’m nothing but Mr Average myself!
But we then both broke out laughing and hugged and said “until next time then”
It was a long week where we exchanged messages without mentioning the elephant(s) in the room. And when we met up on the Saturday evening for drinks and dinner nothing was said then either. However, the mood/tone of conversation had changed. There was definitely more flirting going on, and quite a few double entendres. It was a really fun night and I, at least, was becoming more attracted to Ellen, and hoped she felt the same.
Sure enough the end of the evening came and and as we stood up I joked, “So, any more revelations to end this date on?”. “Well, I was rather hoping the date wasn’t ending”, was Ellen’s reply. I needed no second invitation, and a 20 minute cab ride later we were back at her house. Like Ellen, is was just an average semi, nicely furnished, warm and inviting. We sat in the sofa and drank wine, and chatted. This time, however, the subject matter was definitely more adult! Ellen, this quiet, unassuming looking young lady had more layers to her than an onion, the first of which I got to see when brought her legs up underneath herself on the sofa and her skirt rode up (deliberately?) and gave me a lingering flash of a dark and hairy pussy. The effect on me was pretty instant. Ellen wasn’t slow to spot this, and she stretched her leg out and whilst never losing eye contact with me, or changing subject or even the tone of her voice she started to rub my cock with her foot. I was far less in control!
It was clear she was taking pleasure not just in rubbing my cock but in watching me squirm and not no how to respond. After about ten minutes she adjusted herself to show me her pussy again and this time hitched the skirt up to keep it exposed. The hair had a shine and I guessed she was wet.
“Do you like my hairy cunt? she asked. Hearing that word come form that desire face just made me harder, and I muttered a feeble “Yes”.
“Good because it’s your mistress for the night - you are here to serve my cunt. Now get on your knees”
I was in a trance and did just that. Ellen stood and took off the skirt and her blouse and bra (I later found out the knickers had gone in a visit to the bathroom at the restaurant) and stood before me in black hold ups, her pussy inches in front of my face. I could smell her pussy- sweet and musky all at the same time, and moved my head towards it. Ellen stopped my with her hand and said, “Not yet. Strip”.
As I quickly got my clothes off, Ellen sat back on the sofa and spread legs wide and rubbed her pussy. When I was naked she motioned me over and grabbed hard cock started to wank me hard, almost brutally. I came quickly and shot my load over her arm. “Now that’s out of the way you will be able,to concentrate better. Now get on your knees and eat my cunt until I tell you to stop. And do it well, or else that’s the last time you’ll cum tonight”. I dropped to knees and went down on her. She was soaking, her pubes awash with her sticky juices. I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could go and tongue fucked her. I sucked her (surprisingly large) clit like my life depended on it. It was amazing. Ellen was very vocal. She told me in very explicit terms what was working for and what wasn’t, she writhed and thrust her hips and when I really hit the spot, grabbed my head and held it in place until I was gasping. It was also clear when she had cum - her already very wet pussy would become a virtual torrent and whilst I drank some, much more hit the carpet.
I don’t how long this went on for but the base of my tongue was sore, but thankfully Ellen eventually pulled my head up, and looked down here body at me. For the first time I could see what a great body she had. It was petite but firm, with small breasts that fitted perfectly. Her nipples were dark, long and hard, and both pierced with silver bars. The look on her face was no longer demur - it was pure filth |
