It's our first date.

We've been talking on Lush for so long now. The late nights, the shared fantasies, the messages, the pictures, and the videos. Every conversation ends in an explosion of passion. Both of us are imagining and desperate for the real encounter. Could the passion be as intense in real life?

Finally, it's happening. My nerves are taut as I walk up to the agreed meeting point. A pub in town. A cozy place I know, where we can get to know each other properly.

I can see you standing at the bar, and my heart flutters again. You are wearing that loose summer dress. The one from the photos. Seeing you wearing it in person hits me harder than I imagined. Our conversations come flooding back to me. Those pictures you sent. Just the memory excites me.

I take a deep breath and push open the door. The noise of the pub greets me. The laughter, the chatter. All I can focus on is you. I walk up to you. Up close, I find you even more intoxicating. I'm already struggling not to grab you right now and wrap my arms around you. Pick you up and kiss you hard, pulling you tight against me! Perhaps I should resist the temptation to fuck you right on the bar before we've even said a word. Then again... we had already talked about that exact scenario. The memory makes it harder to behave.

You look up as I approach, and a smile spreads over your beautiful face, making it even harder to resist my dangerous thoughts.

"Hi," I say, trying to sound casual and hide the warring thoughts going through my head. "Sorry, I'm late."

"No, you're not at all," you reply. "I've only just arrived."

We lean in to kiss. The moment our lips meet is just too much for me. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you tight to me. Finally, having you in my arms for real. As our bodies meet, there's no hiding how much I want you already. You can feel the hardness inside my jeans immediately.

That cheeky smile I've seen in so many photos spreads over your face. "Wow," you murmur. "You really are pleased to see me."

"I told you what effect you always have on me," I laugh. "Let's find a table."

I head to the bar to order our drinks as you head to a quiet table in the corner. As you pass me, your hand brushes over the front of my jeans. The light, deliberate tease is too much. I feel my self-control slipping with every second we spend together.

We slide onto the bench behind the table together. We sit close, barely any space between us. The spark we both feel is evident to anyone who cares to look. I can't take my eyes off you. Quickly, the nerves start to fade. After talking for so long, it feels natural to be here together. We already know each other, including those dark desires we both share.

The more we talk, the more we feel the passion building. Each drink we have, each minute that passes, each smile we share, fans the heat we feel rising between us. Our bodies find excuses to find each other. Lingering touches, leaning in to whisper in each other's ear to be heard over the noise around us. Before long, my hand is resting on your knee. You don't move it away. The spark of that contact ignites something between us. 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 to kiss you again, deeper this time. Slower. The passion we've been holding back comes rushing to the front. We both start feeling that desperate need. Only the crowds around us keep us from losing all control.

You let out a soft moan as my kiss trails down to your neck, biting you softly as my hand slowly slides higher up your thigh and under that loose dress.

Your legs part slightly, invitingly, as my fingers brush against the soft material of your underwear. I slowly begin teasing you through the fabric. The slow, deliberate motion of my fingers instantly makes your body react. I feel how wet your panties get as another quiet moan escapes your lips.

I glance around as I continue to tease you. No one is watching. The room is oblivious as our inhibitions crumble and our self-control wavers. I look back at you. Your dark eyes stare into mine with an intensity and hunger that matches my own. I kiss you again, my fingers teasing you with more intensity.

Your hand finds me next. Your touch sends a jolt through my body like electricity. My breath catches as your hand rests on the bulge in my jeans. There's no hiding my desperate need for you.

My fingers slip aside the thin fabric of your underwear. When I finally get to touch you properly, there's no hiding how ready you are and how much you want me.

"Oh fuck," you gasp quietly as I run my fingers over your pussy and begin teasing your clit under the table. I move my hand away, bringing my fingers to my mouth, finally tasting you. It just makes my need for you increase. I can feel myself losing control.

When my hand returns, I lock eyes with you. I want to see and feel your every reaction to my touch. You feel one of my thick fingers entering you. You gasp loudly, and I cover your mouth with another kiss. You can taste yourself on my tongue. Your grip on the hardness inside my jeans tightens as the danger of the situation feeds the passion between us.

I continue teasing you, your loose dress rising higher, your breathing getting deeper.

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

Your eyes move lower as I feel your hands fumbling with my zip. You reach inside my jeans and pull out my thick, hard cock right there under the table. You gasp and wrap your hand around me, slowly stroking it and feeling it grow in your grip.

"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 to stroke me as we kiss again. I notice your other hand has wandered down to between your legs. What a perfect sight! I love to see you touching yourself.

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

That devilish grin returns to your face as you obediently slide them down, leaving them in a heap under the table. Your legs spread a little wider so I can touch you properly. Our inhibitions have truly vanished now as I begin teasing your clit again, then sliding my thick finger back inside you.

As we move ever closer to losing all control, I feel a presence at a nearby table. I glance up. Someone has noticed us. I whisper into your ear, but it only makes you smile. Neither of us stops or even slows. If anything, it spurs us on, pushing us to the brink again.

I look over to the table properly. A group sits nearby, all chatting and laughing, lost in their own conversations. All except one girl. She sits there, biting her lip, wriggling in her seat, eyes locked on us as she watches me tease you and your hand wrapped around my thick cock, pumping harder the closer you get to cumming for me.

The knowledge that we aren't as invisible as we had hoped finally sends you over the edge. I push a second finger inside your tight, wet pussy.

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

The sexiest words I've ever heard! It spurs me on. I need it. I need you to cum right here. I tease you faster until finally you collapse into me, breathing deeply.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck."

I lift my hand from between your thighs, bringing it up to your mouth. You lean in to taste yourself before kissing me deeply, letting me taste you on your tongue.

We sit there, lost in the moment. Struggling to bring ourselves back to reality. Slowly, the pub comes back into focus. The girl's flushed expression shows that we didn't get away with anything. Neither of us cares. As we sit close, none of the excitement easing from either of us, we know this is only the beginning. We have a whole night ahead of us.

Wherever we end up next, I already know the tension isn't going to let up anytime soon!