“Lucky guy.” He snickered as she turned away.

She sat back down in her car and waited, wondering if she was in for a repeat performance.
She didn’t have to wait long, as a blue car pulled up beside her. He smiled brightly at
her (he saw her photo, she hadn’t seen his). And she knew. She stepped out of the car,
locked it, and opened his passenger door. Her smile must have been brighter with relief
because his brightened as well, and it was all the sweeter for the sense of nervousness she
felt in it.

“You here to meet someone?” He smiled at her.

“Yeah, My name is Daphne.”

“I’m Matt.”

They shook hands like business associates, and giggled. She climbed in, as he asked where
did she want to go. Okay, maybe this is not a smart idea; it wasn’t. But something about
him, something she couldn’t describe, made her feel at home with him, like an old friend.
Maybe it was his nervousness, how it showed through in the mundane chattiness she listened
to. Maybe it was her own hormones outweighing her judgment.

With the thought of parking, they took off toward a large mall. They drove through the
darkness, feeling each other out first verbally, then a bit physically, hands traveling
thighs, shoulders—hair. By the time they reached their destination, they were
comfortable with each other, definitely wanting each other. But the parking lot was
very bright, and not exactly conducive to what they had in mind. They began to wander
the back roads, and found an open lot. They drove up, and shut the lights off.

There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other. They smiled, and leaned into each
other for a kiss. It wasn’t a timid kiss; they fell to each other as one would at a feast
after a famine. Their hands pulled at their clothes. She tugged his shirt out of his
waist, as he slid hers off her shoulders. Scrambling in the small car, they squirmed
to rid themselves of barriers. Still kissing, they lurched into the back seat. She
reached low and felt his hard, thick cock pointing upward. She measured it with her
hand, sighing into the kiss appreciatively. She released the kiss, and slid down low
to give such a beautiful cock the appropriate worshipping it deserved. She flicked the
head, watching it jump, and absorbing the guttural moan it incited from her companion.
She smiled up in the half dark, and slid her mouth down over the head, applying pressure
and a gentle suction. Her hands moved over the rest of his length, until they reached
his balls, which she lightly squeezed. Her mouth continued its journey down, moving
slowly up and down the length of him, savoring the wonderful feeling of cock in her
mouth. She would moan at the simple pleasure, and then smile at the jerk his cock would
give at the added stimulation. He sighed warmly, brushing her hair back, before pressing
her on her back.

She could see the pleasant smile in the dark. He gave her a small kiss, then began to
worship her in the same respect. His tongue teased her core, flitting one side, then
the other; never entering, never hitting her clit. She squirmed in delirium, panting
wildly. She stroked his hair, until he started entering her. Long slow licks finishing at
her clit, making her squeal and jump. She arched into his mouth, her legs unconsciously
wrapping around his head, holding him in tighter as she neared her own orgasm. Her moans
became louder, more insistent, as she felt the delicious tension getting closer and closer
to breaking. She screamed his name as she came. She felt him sit up, her legs limp around
him, as she heard him open a package. Then he was on her again, pressing into her. She
shuddered, so close already to another orgasm, so well was he filling her. She shuddered
beneath him, her fingers digging into his back, careful even now not to scratch or
leave marks. He pressed into her slowly, eliciting a deep guttural moan from her.
His pace quickened, both hungry for each other. Her body began to bow as her second
orgasm came upon her, shrieking into the dark. As she came back down, she pressed him
back, and straddled his lap. She pressed her chest into his, kissing him warmly, and
began to ride him. She smiled into the kiss, shivering occasionally at the feeling of
him inside her. She sighed into the shared kiss, and felt him begin to tense. She rode
him harder and faster, feeling his own completion nearing. He groaned as he came, and
even with the condom, she could feel it against her sides. She continued to ride him,
softly, slowly, drawing out his orgasm as long as possible. She settled over him as she
heard his breathing slow and become more controlled. They kissed each other softly.

“Wow.” He whispered to her.

“Mmmhmm, you’re rather incredible yourself.” She smiled back at him. She gave him a soft kiss.

They moved to the front seats, and began making sense of their disarrayed clothes. She
leaned over and kissed him again.

“I’m glad the others stood me up. This was FAR better.” She smirked.

He smiled back, with a small amount of disbelief in his eyes. He started the car,
and drove her back to the McDonalds and her car. They touched each other gently on
the way back, asking about the small details of the other’s life, falling into the comfort
of the other’s company, and she realized she liked him on a personal level as well as a sexual.

When they arrived, they exchanged email addresses. Yes, they did keep in touch…

But that is another story.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002

Title: blond dates part2

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