It was our first date. It started in a quiet corner of a pub, the chatter was effortless and easy-going. Her smile was intoxicating and the length of her red hair, nearly touching her bottom, and level with the high stools we were sitting on, was amazing.
The conversation quickly turned to sex and although I guarded my answers somewhat, I believe she was throwing all sorts of possibilities into the mix. The one that made my eyes open, eyebrows stand on end and a lascivious grin appear on my face, was the confession that she had always wanted to try a woman.
At first, I wondered what had ever stopped her from achieving that, but for some reason or another, she had never quite gotten around to having threesomes and foursomes. I joked that we’d have to put that right, but the smile on her face told me it was no joke.
The night wore on, and I met a few of her work colleagues that popped into the bar, but I was unsure whether I’d be taking the long drive home that evening, though earlier, she had offered me the spare room for the night. That’s when I found out that her parents lived with her in a converted loft space, but I hadn’t agreed and she hadn’t forced the answer from me.
The more I listened to her, the more I laughed and the more glances I allowed myself to other parts of her body other than her eyes, and tits of course. She had a pert bottom in the tight-fitting work trousers she was wearing and the white blouse seemed to blend in with her white skin, making her freckles and red hair stand out all the more, turning me on in a strange way.
I caught her biting her lip at around eleven o’clock - the time the pubs normally close.
“I can give you a lift home if you like,” I said, as there was no firm offer of a bed for the night.
She nodded, “Shall we go?”
I finished my drink and headed out towards the far end of the car park. She turned to me as we got close and started walking backwards towards the car. She smiled all the way. I marched her into the car door and stood as close as I could to her, wondering what came next.
I wasn’t expecting her hand to come up on my balls and search out the curve of my cock. I wasn’t expecting her to unzip my trousers and reach in, pull my pants to one side and squeeze my dick hard; squashing it into the palm of her hand. I wasn’t expecting her to stroke the shaft so eagerly until it was rock hard and incapable of occupying the space between my body and jeans. She stroked it across my body.
Our eyes never left each other, their conversation in tune with the one her hand was having with my dick. We never kissed. I watched the smile develop on her face and wondered whether she had any intention of stopping.