It was a simple plan: I'd volunteer to come to your place and cook you dinner. We'd enjoy a nice, healthy meal, then see where the evening took us.
I told you it would be a casual, friendly evening. No need to be dressed up or fancy. So I showed up to your place wearing jeans and a nice top, nothing too spectacular. But I also had a surprise, just in case the evening went in the direction I secretly hoped it might...
You show me around your apartment. I like it, lots of space. Wide open front room, a good sized kitchen and dining area. I casually glance in your bedroom, trying not to indicate that I hope to get a better look at it soon.
Dinner is nice. You help me cook, and we laugh and joke while doing so. It's a simple, healthy meal, like we'd agreed, paired with a very nice white wine you'd bought. You've put on some nice jazzy music, and we eat and talk and laugh. All very friendly and non-romantic, although inside I'm buzzing with anticipation. You look so good in your jeans and polo shirt, which show off your nice ass and sculpted chest respectively. Your dark blue eyes and amazing smile have my heart hammering a thousand miles a minute. I know we'd said this would be laid-back; but I can't help wondering if you harbor the same secret desires I do. I feel myself grow warm and wet at the thought.
The anticipation continues through dessert: chocolate covered strawberries, the most decadent part of the evening—food wise, anyway. We move from your kitchen table to your front room to enjoy them, along with our wine. Seated next to each other on your couch, we bite into the juicy fruits, laughing as the juice runs down our chins. At one point you offer to feed me a smallish berry. We both laugh it off as a silly romantic gesture, but as I accept your offered fruit I do a happy dance inside. This may go the way I want it to after all!
You take the empty wine bottle back into the kitchen. When you come back, a slow song is playing on your stereo. You stand in front of me and hold out a hand. "Would you like to dance?" you ask. I look up at you and smile, a flush of desire warming my body. I take your hand and you pull me close to you, wrapping your arms around my waist as I put my arms around your neck. We dance slowly, cheek to cheek, bodies close together. I think I can feel your hardness through your jeans, and it makes my breath catch in my throat.
After a minute of dancing, you pull away slightly. You tilt your head and look a question into my eyes. In response, I close my eyes and tilt my head towards yours. You lean in and kiss me softly. I feel my entire body respond, and an electric jolt travels from my lips to my pussy. I return the kiss gently. But I can't hold back for long, and soon I'm kissing you more passionately, squeezing your shoulders with my hands and opening my mouth to run my tongue along your lips. One of your hands falls to my butt and squeezes as you part your lips and meet my tongue with yours. I slide one hand down to squeeze your perfect ass and move the other to cup your face as we continue to kiss.
We finally come up for air. "Wow," you say. "That...that was nice." I agree breathlessly. You lean in for another kiss, but I have a different idea. I back away slightly; then, at your confused look, I nod toward your bedroom. I take your hand and lead the way.
Once inside your bedroom, I throw myself at you again, kissing you deeply, pressing you up against a wall and roaming my hands all over your chest. You respond in kind, and our heavy breaths fill the room. Your hands roam over my breasts and my nipples tighten with desire. I press my crotch against yours and definitely feel your hardness struggling to get past your zipper. That's when I make my next move: I reach down and undo your pants, pulling your zipper down. I break our kiss and fall to my knees, pulling your pants and boxers to the floor, freeing your cock from its confines.
