This was our second date. I think we were both surprised about how things had turned out; we had met for lunch, as friends, a couple of weeks earlier, but somehow, a few minutes into it, we agreed that it felt like a date. Not just any date, either - this was one of the best dates either of us had had in years! Perhaps it's because we are both married, so we don't get out often, but we also have very good chemistry.
She had invited me to her house for lunch. Her husband was at work, her kids at school, and we would be able to talk privately without interruption. It was time to head over. I picked up the bottle of cologne I keep in my desk at work and headed to the washroom. I put some on my neck, and a little behind the ears - she would definitely notice it when she hugged me. And I was pretty sure she would appreciate it!
I went out to the car and drove to her place. It was quite a distance away, but she had given me fairly good directions, and I had confirmed by text message that we were still on to meet earlier that day. It took me about thirty minutes to get there, but I found the place without any problems.
I would normally bring flowers, but today I had picked up a bottle of wine. I wasn't sure her husband knew I was visiting, and I didn't want to give anything away - I could leave that to the normal rules of suburban gossip. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, and, with a little trepidation, rang her doorbell. I heard a dog bark from inside. I knew she had recently acquired a middle-aged dog, so this was a good sign that I was at the right place.
She opened the door and I stepped inside. "Hello Sexy," I said, as soon as the door had closed behind me. "Hi Cutie," she answered. I'm on the north side of 40; it was nice to be called to be called "Cutie."
I handed her the bottle of wine. "This is for you."
"No, it's for us. And it looks lovely."
The dog had wandered out, curious, to see who was disturbing her routine. I reached towards her and she came forward. I let her sniff my hand until she could decide she liked me, then reached up and scratched her behind the ears. She had woken up enough to wag her tail now; I guess I was on her good side. Omicron was smiling down at us; she was soft-hearted, and getting along with her dog was sure to keep me in her good books!
I took off my shoes, and she hung up my jacket. Once I was less encumbered with my winter weather gear, she stepped towards me and we hugged each other. This wasn't the "stage hug" of acquaintances who barely know each other, or even the "social hug" of close friends. This was much more like a "man/woman" hug, a lovers' hug. I could feel myself becoming excited at the thought; this could become slightly embarrassing, but I refused to be ashamed of myself - I liked her, plain and simple, and that included a sexual attraction. If my hardness gave that away, well, I couldn't be sorry she knew how I felt.
She inhaled once more and stepped back. "You must be hungry. And thirsty - you've been on the road a while, and I know you eat breakfast early." And then she did something which surprised me. She reached her hand down to my crotch, rubbed her open hand against it, and said, "Don't worry; I'll take care of that for dessert."
That was a little more forward than I had expected, but I liked it. Omicron was full of surprises! I followed her into the kitchen. "Would you open our wine?" I liked the "our," too. I opened the wine and poured us each a generous glass. I handed her hers, looked into her eyes (which were framed, I should add, by a very pretty face), and touched my glass to hers. "To us," we both said at once. I smiled, she giggled, and we each took a sip. Fortified, I leaned over and kissed her, boldly, on the lips. I pulled back and said, "Thanks for having me for lunch."
"Oh, Honey," she purred, "If you do that again, I will have you for lunch!"
I took another sip. I think this was called "enjoying each other's company." The table was already set when I came in, and she served up our lunch. We ate and we drank, and we leaned into each other as we joked, flirted, and laughed together. I hadn't had so much fun in ages. By the time we finished the first course, our hands were touching; not too far into the second course, my hand was caressing her thigh, and our faces were very close together. We were enjoying the warmth and scent and touch of each other; as our appetites subsided, our hunger for each other grew, and soon we were kissing between bites. The bites, naturally, grew further and further apart. I knew I could go on kissing her a long time, but I was "ready for action" if needed! She knew it, somehow, as well. Her hand slid over to caress my crotch, gently and teasingly.
"Penny for your thoughts."
I could barely respond; I was helpless. She filled my mind. All I could think of was how much I desired her, how I wanted to give myself to her.
"I'm wondering if I could have the honour of licking your pussy."
