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First Date
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First Date We meet in the Van Gogh gallery at the Met. Without a word, we kiss. I take your hand and lead you through the rooms, finally arriving at the Sculpture Garden. We have to wait for a table. We stand side by side, not touching. I grasp my skirt and wave its folds; trying to ignore the trembling in my legs. A table opens up. We move quickly to claim it. We pull the chairs close together. I shift in my seat to face you. You ease your hand up my thigh. People are watching, but I don't care. You discover I am not wearing panties. I lean back giving you more access. I turn my head away to look out the windows. I can't look at you. It would be too much. I spread my legs, begging you to ease a finger into my pussy. You lean over and kiss my cheek. My skin is flushed. This is perfect agony. You massage my clit with your fingertip. I know you are smiling. I try not to grind against your fingers. You can hear my ragged breath. So close. You pull away. I make a pleading sound. You plunge a finger deep into me. My body shakes. I bite my lip to not cry out. You offer me your finger. I lick it like a lollipop. Although my legs are still shaking, I take your hand and weave you through the crowds to the entrance. I lead you to a spot in Central Park near the Obelisk. On the wall, I arrange us until I am behind you and you are leaning against my chest. I put a condom into your hand. You drape your jacket over your lap and release your throbbing cock. I ease my hand under your jacket. You take in a deep breath when my fingers close around you. You close your eyes. I tell you to open them - watch the people watching you. I take my time. Building moments of pleasure one on top of the other. You turn your head and moan into my neck. I feel the fabric of my skirt dampening. My juice is flowing down my thighs. I increase the speed and grip of my fingers. Across the way, a lovely woman watches us. I smile at her and she at me. I whisper in your ear, describing her face, her body to you. You try to stay still, but I can sense you want to thrust up, to take control of the rhythm. I grip harder, pull you harder. You turn your head to see her. Her eyes are half closed, watching and waiting for your release. The sight of her takes you over the edge. You explode and I smile. |
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Cool text...
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It really got hot in here all of a sudden...phew!  Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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I love these first dates!  
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What a wild first date! Gotta love Central Park!
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Love it. Yanno, if we ever met it could be a first date, too! 
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first and hopefully not the last date!! Fun story! “Life is available only in the present moment.” Thich Nhat Hanh Come and read my blog! Become a watcher! veryfunnycple64 
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Attentat à la pudeur , suivez moi au commissariat  Indecent assault , follow me to the police ♥ Bisou ♥ Poton ♥ Kisses ♥ Annie ♠
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It's a lovely story, but I think, were I in the shadow of the Central Park Obelisk under similar circumstances, I'd feel very inadequate... [image] Stop in, read, and offer comments at my "swinging as seen in the media" blog, "Confessions of a Lifestyle Man" humorlife, which is also the home of the monthly virtual symposium. New post: The Virtual Symposium Returns Lets Pick A Topic
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Notre vie est un voyage-♦-Dans l'hiver et dans la nuit
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