Everything has been going so well. We started with drinks at a dark and intimate bar known for its bourbon selection. As soon as you walked in, I was taken with your confidence… And your shoes. A man in a simple shirt, well-fit dark jeans and a pair of genuinely nice shoes is always a good start. Things progressed, hands wandered to rest on thighs, you caught me off-guard with a well-timed compliment about my long, wavy auburn hair. We wound up grabbing a late bite to eat and then find ourselves meandering back west, walking a bit too aimlessly for this chilly night. My leather motorcycle jacket over my sheer maroon blouse isn't cutting out the wind like I might want, and your arm feels very nice wrapped around my waist as we wait for the light to change at the corner. After a few more blocks of flirtatious conversation and casual caressing interrupted by involuntary shivering, you suggest that we get out of the cold. But where to? We could go to another bar, but we started out at one and it feels as though the evening has progressed since then. All the cafes around here are closed by now, and it's the weather is wrong for sneakily making out in a park. I told myself I wouldn't have sex on the first date because I wanted to give this a chance to grow organically into something more, not wanting to encumber it by intimacy too early. Old habits die hard. Perhaps I can find a compromise: "I'd be happy to go back to your place, but let's take things slow. I don't want us to get ahead of ourselves." The latch of your door clicks open and you hold it for me. I follow the staircase up to the main landing, and you help me with my jacket as I slide off my riding boots and unroll the cuffs of my black skinny jeans. As I rise up, your fingers wander up to play with my hair again, and I'm somehow completely undone by this little gesture. Your hand becomes more confident, loosely gripping my hair as you bring me in for a kiss, holding me against the wall as your undeniably hard cock presses through your jeans and against my thigh. The version of myself who still believes in fucking on the first date is raring to unbuckle your belt and pull down your pants right there and then, but I turn on a coy charm and slink off, asking: "Which room?" You give me the options and we wind up in your bedroom, which is as clear an indication as any that I'm second guessing this whole chastity act, though I play it off as being because I'm chilled and might like to curl up under a blanket for a bit. So we do, and it's great. And there's a little kissing amidst the conversation. Our sentences shorten until they are words punctuated by increasingly intense kissing, ragged breath and hands fumbling to touch however possible. I'm clearly reversing my decision, but I still want to keep some things for the subsequent dates. As we start to get to the point where clothes could come off, you check in: "How are you feeling about this?" I kiss you deeply for your consideration and pause to state, point blank: "I'm not sure about anything else right now, but I want to suck your cock." You nod enthusiastically. I've never seen anyone nod like this ever, actually. My fingertips find their way around your belt buckle, working with the unconventional clasp to get it unhooked before undoing the top button, zipping down your fly and pulling your pants down. I revel in the anticipation of the next move, seeing how achingly hard you are and marvelling at the sticky drop of precum blooming on the cotton of your black boxer briefs. When I finally decide we've both waited long enough and start to take off your underwear, the momentum of your freed cock causes it to bounce up and stand at full attention, tempting me to lick the tip and make contact with yet another drop of precum. Before I do that, I pull off my blouse and unclasp my red bra, freeing my heavy breasts and causing your cock to jump a bit as you take in the view. After seeing this, I need to take you into my mouth. I'm actually quite confident with my blowjob abilities, and judging by your slightly above average girth and length, I'm in for a bit of a challenge, but nothing I can't work with. Your cockhead is already unbelievably swollen. You've been hard for some time, you're dripping precum in a steady flow and you're almost thrusting involuntarily before I've even put my mouth on you. Even though you're about to burst already, I'm going to try and take my time, teasing and making eye contact as I lean in. First, my tongue makes connection with the very tip, licking up a bit of precum and pulling away to form a thin string of pure arousal as I gaze into your eyes. The first blowjob is always exciting because I get to learn what works for you, what'll make you squirm and what will push you over the edge and make you come. I kneel between your parted legs, licking your cockhead in slow circles as I place both hands on your thighs and rub them gently. You let out this moan that walks the line between guttural and smooth, which might be a very good description of your sexuality in general. You're remarkably unselfconscious, slipping into occasional verbal moments: "Yeah. Suck that dick. Oh my God. You really do like that, don't you?" I do. I love sucking cock, but I especially love sucking yours. Maybe it's your conversational wit, your deep eyes, the way I felt instantly comfortable with you, but whatever it is, I really enjoy making you feel good with my mouth. Part of it is about showing off, showing you who you're working with here and showing you all of my skills… It's nice to feel like you're impressed. My hands make their way to designated spots: my left hand wrapped around your slicked shaft, stroking up and down with little twists while my right hand cups your balls, experimenting with light fondling at first, but tugging just a bit more as your reactions dictate it. The tongue swirling breaks into small kisses, lips parting as the kisses become more loose and wet, finally parting enough to begin to suck. First the suction is shallow, focused on the head, sometimes circling my tongue inside my mouth around the ridge of your cockhead. Eventually I suck deeper, meeting the top of my fist with my mouth and stroking up and down along with my lips and hand working up and down. You moan appreciatively, thrusting lightly into my mouth along with the movement. I can tell this is the right mix of stimulation for you. Just when I've got you into the rhythm, I remove my hand and take you all the way down to the hilt for a surprise deep throat moment. You gasp. I smile to myself as I stick out my tongue and lightly lick the seam of your balls while you're in my throat. It's the coup de grâce. You grab my free hand with intensity, almost like you're at the precipice of a cliff and need that grounding energy. I hold your hand, sliding out slightly to tease your palm with my finger tips, then come back into hold your hand, locking fingers as I pull up and suck the head again for a while to let you catch your breath. Then I spit lightly on the tip and pull away entirely, jerking your wet cock with two hands, stroking upwards in one gesture from base to tip with one hand, then replacing it with the other and doing the same thing again, alternating over and over to create what feels like a never-ending chain of pleasure. I taunt you a little bit: "You liked that little deep throat trick, right? I almost made you come right there. I think you might like this, too." By this, I mean pushing your cock between my tits, allowing you to feel the warmth as I envelop your cock completely. I knead my pillowy breasts around your cock, moving my torso up and down with the momentum of the kneeling position, pushing down enough that your cockhead peeks through my cleavage. I lick it enthusiastically, twirling my tongue, flicking it and taking it into my mouth for more swirling and sucking. By this point you're basically completely undone. Your mind is blank as your body has entirely taken over. You feel it all and I can tell you need to come. Remembering that you love the mix of ball cupping, shaft stroking and sucking, I return to that combination and you take in a sharp breath. We're both really getting into it, but you have the presence of mind to ask: "I feel like I'm going to come. How do you want it?" Again, thoughtfulness will get you everywhere. "Come in my mouth", I say. "I want to taste it. That's all it takes. Your moan turns into a groan as I bring my mouth back to your cock, furiously sucking and swirling my tongue, stroking your shaft in tight circles and cupping your balls as my thumb wanders just behind to lightly press against your perineum. That's the third heat, bringing all the sensations together. I feel your cockhead expand in my mouth as your shaft becomes rigid and your balls start to squeeze up for me. In a moment, all that tension is released as you shoot spurt after spurt of surprisingly mild-tasting cum into my salivating mouth. I swallow every last bit, stroking you to get the final drops out so I can lick them up from your sensitive slit. As I rise from my spot, you ask if there's anything you can do for me. "No, not tonight. I didn't want to go further than this… I just couldn't resist our connection anymore. And I'd be lying if I said I won't be reliving this with a vibrator tomorrow." Then we're quiet for a while, just relaxing side by side and looking right at each other. "Wow", you say. "Yeah", I respond.