Ideal First Date (short erotic fiction)

First date: Scene 1, coffee shop parking lot.

Coffee was nice, even if he drank water. The conversation was good, lightly flirty, funny; my face got that slight pain from smiling too much. Always a good sign. I knew what was coming when I offered to walk him back to his car. I wanted it though. Wanted him.
When we got back to his car, we chatted aimlessly, neither of us were ready for this date to be over. I knew it would be awhile until we could have a second date. “Want to sit in your car and listen to music a bit?” I asked him.
He smiled a bit, “yeah, that sounds good.”
I put something on my phone, just a random shuffle on my playlist and stuck it in the cup holder. I remember him asking what band it was, but I ignored his question.
“Want to see them?” I asked, pointing to my chest.
“Yes,” he responded without hesitation. I took my breasts out of my dress, and heard him suck in his breath.
“You like them, then?”
“Yes. Very much.”
“Want to touch them?”
He tentatively reached out and caressed my left breast, then pinched my nipple hard. I gasped, becoming instantly wet. I could tell he was hard, he shifted in slight discomfort.
“Why don’t you unbutton your pants?” I asked him, “You’d be more comfortable, I think.”
“You just want to see it,” he smirked at me.
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“Well, you did show me yours,” he reached out and tweaked my nipple again. A shockwave ran through me making my clit twitch.
He unbuttoned his pants, and took out his dick. It was thicker in person. I couldn’t help but drool. “Would you like to touch it?” He asked mockingly. “I drove all this way, you should rub it at the very least.”
I tried to contain my wicked grin but couldn’t. “Yes, sir,” I managed to squeak. I reached out and touched his throbbing member. So soft, like silk under my fingers. I stroked gently, and was rewarded with a soft moan.
“I didn’t realize your hands were so small,” he commented.
I giggled a little as I stroked him. I leaned in and kissed him hungrily. He moaned again. My pussy was starting to feel like a gushing waterfall.
“Your mouth is so wet, you should put it around my dick.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I drove all this way. I’m so tense. You should make me relax.”
I knew drool was definitely forming at the side of my mouth at this point. I wanted to know how it tasted, if I would be able to smell his sweat from his long drive as I choked on him. Gods, it was so pretty, I just wanted to swallow it!
“Come on, taste it.” He commanded.
So I did. It was perfect. Slightly salty, I could smell his delicious sweat. I was delighted to have him in my mouth. I took him in as far as my little mouth would allow. It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t fit him all. I was both disappointed and over joyed. I wanted him in me. My pussy was aching. I sucked at him instead. He pinched and rubbed my tits as I did.
“You really are such a whore, aren’t you?” He asked as I gagged on him again. “Little whore, couldn’t even wait to have me in your mouth. We’re still in the parking lot,” he laughed.
I giggled around his cock, but kept sucking and stroking.
He reached over and pulled up the front of my dress to my hips revealing my maroon lace panties. “You planned to show me these, didn’t you?” He smacked my face to make me stop sucking. “Answer me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir what, you little slut?”
“Yes, sir, I planned to show you my panties.”
“Of course you did, I can see your pussy through them.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smacked me again, “good girl, now get back to sucking, and if you do a good job, I might touch your pussy.”
I whined and wrap my mouth around him again. As I slid my mouth down, he put his hand on the back of my head and shoved me down. I choked and gagged, but managed to fit all of him in my mouth.
I whipped my head up as soon as he released me. “Holy fuck!” I wiped the side of my mouth and tried not to puke.
“Too much?” He asked, slightly dropping his asshole attitude.
I smiled, “No, I’m just all wet. I think I came from that.”
His eyes narrowed, “Well, I didn’t. I’m the one who drove all this way.” He guided my face back to his cock and slapped me with it.
“Spencer, do you want to come back to my place?” I asked as I fondled him, placing soft kisses down his shaft.
“After you swallow my cum, I do.”
“I just think you’d have an easier time fucking my face with more room to do...”
He spit on me, “Do what I said and finish me, you little slut!”
I flushed, embarrassed, my voice caught in a half sob, “Yes, sir.” My pussy ached. Gods, I wanted to slide it down his thick shaft. I moaned as I slide my mouth down his cock.
“Mmm yes, you dirty whore,” he wrapped his hand in my hair and used it to guide me up and down. He pulled it hard enough to make me yelp, but he kept going. I kept sucking. His precum tasted so delicious, and I wanted to drink it like the water of life. Finally, when I thought my jaw would give out, he filled my throat with salty semen, pulled out of my mouth, and squirted once across my face. “Don’t wipe it off, drive home like that,” he told me as he checked to make sure it wasn’t in my eyes. Kind, even when making me feel like a dirty cum rag, my pussy needed him.
“Yes, sir.”

Story by Abrigella
Photo also Abrigella