**SHORT EROTICA STORY - First Date: Cut Short** I flirted w.. (OnlyFans)

**SHORT EROTICA STORY - First Date: Cut Short**

I flirted with him. Playfully giggling across the table, I had his attention. I liked how, in his gentlemanly charm, he allowed me to walk ahead. Hey, it's not like I'd chosen my most figure-hugging jeans possible.

I've been putting overtime in while at the gym. For him, I wanted my ass as peachy as possible. Especially the first reveal. I LOVE showing a guy my ass for the first time. Finishing our coffee, in my cute yet casual outfit, I asked if he'd like to join me at home.

I couldn't drive home quick enough. Excitingly placing my key in the door, I knew by the time he'd leave later on, I'd have drained his balls more than once. I came back from the kitchen with a glass of water, sitting next to him on the sofa, side-on.

I let my hair down and we began to kiss. My breathing became heavier. He drove me crazy by kissing my neck. I wanted every part of him - his touch, his energy and what I'd imagine as a rock-hard cock.

Looking down, I playfully touched his growing bulge. I whispered that I hadn't had sex in several months and I was beyond horny. In the softest, most intimate voice, I confessed my vibrator was my best friend right now.

Mmm, yeah, in his words, it was a shame, but he knew his assignment. He was here to fix it. We both needed our sexual frustrations remedied. The confession I was looking for left his mouth.

"I bet your ass looks so good in underwear."

I confidently stood up opposite him. I began to touch myself - my boobs, my waist and I unbuckled my jeans.

Off came my jeans. He LOVED my ass. In jest, I ordered him to sit down. I asked that he follow my lead and remove his clothes as I did.

Shortly after, I revealed my matching red underwear, which hey, if you match, it indicates you KNOW you're going to have sex. He asked if I was ready to "see it."

Fuck, yeah.

OMFG. Out came the most suckable and rideable (AND PERFECT) cock. Like, the most beautiful shape - length and girth. I felt so fucking lucky. My libido sky rocketed and I took off my pre-cum soaked, red thong.

I threw it at him and he started to masturbate. My mouth was watering, although I wanted to become fully naked and give him a show.

My bra came off. Out came the girls, the half-subtly hidden D's. With hard nipples and a wandering hand down below, my fingers navigated my clit. I strummed away lightly, turning to the read.

I bent over and spread my cheeks, knowing if he carried on, he'd cum.

I walked back over to him and placed a pillow on the floor. I put my hair up, giving him the universal signal of, "you're about to get your cock sucked."

I displayed my finest skill - the art of the blowjob.

I licked along his shaft. I worshipped his head with sloppy kisses. I played with his balls and flirted my fingers near his ass.

I looked him the eye as I had nearly every inch of him in my mouth. I drooled on it. I spat on it to show I'm filthy.

My hands kept their rhythm and paired up with my willing tongue. Extra wet, desperate for a ride, I did the unthinkable.

I commanded his cum. Horny whispers of, "I need your pussy" became unanswered. I kept going. He panicked, asking where he could cum.

So what did I do?

I ignored them. I kept on sucking. Wanting to be a gentleman before assuming I'd swallow, he ran it by me, and I chose to ignore it.

I kept going. I had him. His hips started to arch. He erupted into my mouth. I felt warm cum hit the roof of my mouth. I enjoyed it gliding down my throat. I didn't unseal my lips from around his cock until he'd finally finished cumming.

A HUGE orgasm. Several gulps later, and a look into his eyes, I'd given a soul-snatching blowjob. One he'd remember. One he'd jerk off to weeks and months from now.

I didn't give my pussy for a reason.

Leave a man wanting more.

Keep something else on the menu for next time.

As he caught his breath, I knew my work was done.

I displayed my best assets.

Next time, he'd be in charge.