I like to write short quick story to the point. Hard or wet factor is the only thing I am aiming for. This is not a PhD dissertation.
I have fucked many guys on first date. I know that is the standard for having no morals or self esteem or a classic definition of a slut. But I am completely secure in my sexual desire and for me fucking a guy is a conquest for me. I have no shame fucking a guy on first date if he is hot and has potential. I was told otherwise by my friends but I realized there is a whole exciting sexual tension on first date. The guy normally thinks he is not gonna be lucky but when I turn the table and show him my hand, they become puppies in my hand :)
This story is one of the many times. Not the first time I fucked a guy on first date, but many first date fucks later.
I met this guy (Carl) at a coffee store and he asked me out. He was the sweetest guy. One of those really nice guy who has done nothing wrong in his life or ever has been crazy naughty. I said yes and gave him my number. He called to book a date. Thursday night I was free and agreed to meet him for drinks and dinner. I knew I will fuck him. So I dressed in my tiny red dress that was figure hugging. It was short enough and barely covered my ass cheeks. No bra obviously. A smoking hot lace thong. Fuck me heels.
I made it a point to reach early and sat on a high stool at the bar. Imagine a short petite girl like me on a high stool in a short dress. Guys could see all my legs all the way to the top and the dress barely covered enough of the front. I knew leaving my legs open even a little bit will clearly show my thong to everyone. I had enough guys stopping over and trying to buy me a drink. I told them I was waiting for a date. This one guy (Johnny) was more bold and said he did not mind hanging around till my date showed and maybe by then I may change my plan. His cockiness was addictive. I let him sit next to me, buy me a drink and flirt with me. He had no shame and had his hands on my back and down to my ass as he stood next to me and chatted. He did everything to get a damp spot on my panties.
But I knew I wanted to fuck Carl. After all good guys should not finish last all the time. I let Johnny have some fun and touch me. At one stage I even dropped my lipstick and let him go down to pick it and left my legs open enough for him to see up my dress. Johnny was no fool and as he came up said out loud how much he would love to bury his face between my legs. I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.
Carl arrived and Johnny left. Carl was a little surprised when he walked in as he saw Johnny's hand all over my back. But being a nice guy he said nothing. We made our way to the table. Once settled, drinks ordered we got on with the get to know each other chit chat. I was playing with my hair, licking my lips and looking at Carl seductively as I spoke. I knew I was bothering him the good way. Drinks arrived. We toasted. I flirted more. I asked to take a sip of his drink. Left a big lipstick mark on his glass and when he tried sipping his drink from the cleaner side, I kidded with him and said he may as well drink where my lips were as that was the closest I let any guy come to my lips on first date.
Carl was enjoying the evening. Food was ordered. I wanted to turn the heat more so I reached under the table and ran my legs up Carl's inner thigh. He almost spilled his drink. I gave him a naughty smile and told him I wanted to check if I was turning him on for the evening and if he likes a girl like me. With that I made my legs reach his cock and felt the semi hard cock. I started to rub his cock with my feet and felt it grow. Carl was not speaking and was all red. It was funny watching him that way. I asked if he was having fun. He nodded.