It’s our first date.

We’ve been talking for so long now, the late nights, shared fantasies, messages, pictures, videos, that it hardly feels real. This is finally happening. Still, my nerves buzz as I walk toward the pub we agreed on. Then I see you, standing at the bar and suddenly, everything else disappears.

You’re wearing that loose dress. The one from the photo. Seeing it in person, seeing you, hits harder than I expect. Every conversation, every picture, every whispered promise flashes through my head at once, and my body reacts before I can stop it.

I take a breath and push the door open. The pub is busy, loud with laughter and clinking glasses, but I barely notice as I weave my way toward you. Up close, you’re even more distracting. I'm struggling to resist you already. Perhaps I shouldn't try to fuck you on the bar before we've even said a word. Then again... we have already talked about it. The memory makes it harder to behave.

You look up as I approach and the smile that spreads across your face feels like permission.

“Hi,” I say, trying to sound casual. “Sorry if I’m late.”

“No, not at all,” you reply. “I’ve only just arrived.”

You lean in to kiss me, and the moment our bodies meet, the tension snaps tight. I wrap my arms around you, finally holding you for real. As I pull you closer, there’s no hiding how much I want you already. You feel the hardness inside my jeans immediately.

You smile slowly, knowing. Dangerous.

“Wow,” you murmur. “You really are pleased to see me.”

“I told you what effect you always have on me." I laugh. "Shall we find a table?”

I grab us drinks while you head toward a quiet corner. As you pass, your hand brushes the front of my jeans - light, deliberate, gone too soon. My control slips another notch.

We slide onto the bench together, close enough that our knees touch. I can’t stop looking at you. The nerves fade quickly, replaced by something heavier, hotter. Each drink, each shared smile pulls us closer. Our bodies keep finding excuses to meet.

Before long, my hand is resting on your knee. You don’t move it away. The spark between us is instant. The bulge in my jeans has only grown the more we talk, and to finally touch you turns me on even more.

I lean in and kiss you again, deeper this time, slower. The passion we've been feeling is finally being released. We both feel the desperate, barely contained need for each other, only held back by the crowd around us. You let out a soft moan as my mouth trails along your neck, biting you softly as my hand slowly slides under the dress.

Your legs part just enough and my fingers brush gently over your underwear. I start to tease you through the fabric, slow and deliberate, and the reaction is immediate. I feel how wet your panties are already as another quiet moan escapes your lips.

I glance around, no one’s watching. When I look back at you, your eyes are dark, unfocused. I kiss you again, my fingers teasing you with more intensity.

Your hand finds me next, resting over the bulge in my jeans. The contact makes my breath hitch and you feel how desperately I need you. My fingers slip aside what little barrier remains between us, and when I finally touch you properly, there’s no mistaking how ready you are.

"Oh fuck!" you gasp quietly as I run my fingers over your pussy and then begin teasing your clit. I move my hand away, bringing my fingers to my mouth. I finally get to taste you.

It just makes my need increase. I feel myself losing control. When my hand returns, I don’t rush. I want to feel every reaction, every shift of your body as you respond to me. You feel one of my thick fingers entering you. You gasp loudly and I cover your mouth with a kiss.

You can taste yourself on my tongue as i continue to tease you under the table. Your grip tightens, the danger of the situation feeding the fire between us.

I carry on teasing you, your loose summer dress rising higher under the table and your breathing getting deeper.

"Please," you beg, "let me feel your cock properly."

Your eyes move lower as you watch me unzip my jeans and pull out my thick hard cock right there at the table. You gasp as you wrap your hand around it and slowly start stroking me.

"Oh my god!" I groan deeply. "That feels so good. I need you. You don't know how much I just want to fuck you right here on this table."

You continue stroking me as we kiss again, and I notice your other hand is between your thighs.

I love seeing you touching yourself.

"Take those soaking panties off," I command. "Right now. Drop them right here on the floor so I can touch you properly."

You look at me with that devilish grin and obediently slide them off, leaving them in a heap under the table. You then spread your legs wider so I can touch you properly. My fingers tease your clit again before I slide one inside you.

We’re right there, on the edge of losing ourselves completely, when I notice movement at a nearby table. Someone has noticed. I murmur it into your ear, but it only makes you smile. Neither of us stops. If anything, it pushes us closer to the brink.

I see one girl on a table nearby watching, biting her lip, wriggling in her seat while the rest of her table sits oblivious. She can't take her eyes from us as she sees me teasing you, and your hand wrapped around my thick cock, pumping harder the closer you get to cumming for me.

The knowledge that we’re not as invisible as we thought sends you over. I push a second finger inside your tight pussy.

Oh fuck, yes!" you breathe. "Fuck! I'm going to cum!"

This spurs me on. I need it. I need you cumming for me right here. I tease you faster and faster until finally you collapse into me, breathing deeply. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck, yes!"

I move my hand from between your thighs up to your mouth. You lean in to taste yourself before kissing me hard. You taste so good on your tongue.

Eventually, we straighten ourselves as best we can. The pub comes back into focus. The girl’s flushed expression tells me we didn’t get away with nearly as much as we thought. And I don’t care. Neither do you. As we sit there, still buzzing, I know this is only the beginning. The night is young, the pull between us undeniable.

Wherever we end up next, I already know one thing for certain—this tension isn’t going to let us rest any time soon.