I met Anson at the coffee shop around the corner from my new apartment. We both stopped there about the same time before work, and after a few weeks of seeing each other in the queue, he started to chat to me while we waited. I liked his looks: light hair and clear hazel eyes, roughly my height, a cute bottom lip and a bulkiness to his arms and chest that I hoped were muscles. My colleagues were lovely people but they were mostly older, more settled - it was nice to talk about things other than work, or their kids, or the gossip about the various sports teams I didn't follow.
It took me a while to realise that he was probably flirting with me, not just being nice, but it was hard to pin down whether he wanted to date me or whether he was just flirty. A movie we both wanted to see popped up in conversation, and I asked him if he wanted to see it together. I thought he was going to say no, but then he smiled and said he'd meet me at the cinema.
Anson was the perfect gentleman. Almost too perfect - holding doors, paying for the tickets, insisting on walking me to my apartment. His agreeableness just made me want to poke at him to get a reaction, so I snuggled a little closer than I normally would in the dark cinema, put my hand a little higher on his thigh, leaned in a little more to show my cleavage. Being so close to him for two hours let me breathe in his scent, and feel that, yes, there were some muscles hidden under those clothes, and I really, really wanted to see them for myself. But Anson showed no sign of noticing my attempts, and was so unfailingly polite, I thought that he was just being sociable, and wasn't flirting with me after all. By the time we got to my building, I had decided that Anson was nice enough but the evening was a bust.
"Thanks for seeing me home, Anson. I'll see you later, ok?" I gave a quick one-armed side hug and turned to go inside.
"Oh! Um, sure, bye Melissa. Take care." His voice sounded odd.
I stopped at the door and looked back. Anson looked bereft, his face fallen like a kicked puppy. A moment ago we were chatting and laughing, now he looked like a different person. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine!" The answer comes short and fast, almost too fast. Argh! That kind of deflection annoys me and I can never let whatever it is go until I get to the bottom of it.
I turn back and grab his hand before he can walk away. "No, what is it, tell me?" He hesitates, his eyes avoiding me. "Tell me, please?" I insist softly, but tugging on his arm to make him look at my face.
"God, you're so..." Anson trails off and just stares, his other hand coming up to my shoulder. But he still doesn't do anything and he looks so
helpless
. It's infuriatingly adorable and almost before I realised what I was doing, I kissed him.
Not a great kiss, just mashing my lips to his mouth and leaning into his chest. For a moment he is frozen and I panic, thinking I was right the first time, that he really wasn't attracted to me and now I had practically assaulted him. Suddenly his arms are around me and his lips are on mine. His scent and his warmth hit me like a bomb. It's my turn to be frozen - where was this heat and lust hiding? I tried to make sense of it, to replay the evening in my mind for what I missed, but then my body caught up and I grabbed Anson's face, opened my mouth and kissed him back.
I pushed my body into his, and felt his moan against my tongue as his hands moved down to my waist, his fingers slipping under the edge of my shirt and brushing against my bare skin. Each touch is an electric spark that made me writhe a little, and I felt the bulge in his pants stiffen.
Suddenly Anson stops and steps back, and he stammers, "I'm sorry, I should go." But his eyes are fixed on my mouth and he doesn't leave. I saw the desire there, and I wanted to find out what he would do to me to fulfil it.
No way was I letting him leave now. I grabbed at his shirt and pulled him inside the building and off the street. It's not well lit in the lobby and I pushed him into a dark-ish corner and kissed him again. I wanted to feel his skin, so I pushed his shirt up and ran my hands over his stomach and up to his chest. His hands moved across my back, one hand sliding along my neck and into my short dark hair, the other sliding over my bottom and pulling me closer. I started grinding my crotch against his, feeling the beginning trickle of wetness in my panties. I leaned back a little to angle myself against his bulge, and he kissed down my neck and along the yoke of my shirt.
"You're so gorgeous, you have the most gorgeous tits," Anson breathed, but he seemed to hesitate a moment, and returned to kissing my neck and jaw.
"Mmmm, do you want to play with them?" I whispered into his ear.
Anson looked at me as if scandalised by my question, but answered, "Oh god, yes."
"Then do it," I said. I pulled his hand from my head and placed it on my breast.
Anson looked awestruck, then slipped his hand under the low cut neckline to cup me. His thumb rubbed around my nipple, teasing softly at first, then tweaked with a gentle pinch that made me pant and writhe harder against him. He pushed down my shirt and the cup of my bra in one movement, making my left breast bounce free. He began to lick and kiss until his lips circled and sucked at my nipple.
"Oh, fuck yes, that's so good." Shivers ran through me, and I tried to think. It wasn't a habit to let anyone into my apartment, especially men, and definitely not on a first date, but my lust was overriding my reason, and getting caught in the lobby like this wasn't exactly classy either. I made a decision. "We should go upstairs," I said, but Anson seemed not to hear me. He turned to my right breast and I said louder, "Hey! Stop it!"
Anson stopped instantly, letting me go and looking guilty. His lower lip almost quivered and I felt an ache at how cute he looked. I smiled and whispered, "Let's go upstairs where you can do that properly."
His face lit up again and he eagerly followed me up the stairs and into my apartment, pulling at my shirt even as the door closed. I laughed and pushed him to the couch, straddled his lap, lifted his shirt over his head and let him take off mine. He struggled to unclip my bra, finally pushed the straps off my shoulders and let the cups fall away.
He paused and lifted my breasts in his hands and just looked at them for a few moments. My excitement grew as I watched his careful movements, slowly running his thumbs around and across the nipples, making the electric shivers that seemed to shoot down my belly and directly into my pussy.
As he dipped his head to my chest, I moaned, arching my back, and rubbed my hips forward against him. God, he was good at this. His hands gently rubbed then roughly squeezed, and were equally attentive to the fleshy mounds and the space between. Then the nipples and areola, lapped with his tongue and teased with his teeth, sucked into his mouth and then released. He spread soft soothing kisses over my flushed skin, then returned again to fondle and maul and nip.
I ran my hands over his shoulders and upper arms, feeling the hard muscles there. The sight of bare muscled arms always gave me a jolt, and I wanted to kiss and lick and bite them, then feel them folded around me. I gently humped and ground against Anson's bulge, and I realised that breasts were Anson's thing as upper arms were mine. As good as his attentions felt, he would just keep going, and I wanted to explore the hardness I could feel beneath me more. I grabbed his hair to pull his head back, and kissed him.
"God, Melissa, your tits..." he started, but I cut him off.
"Take your pants off." I slid aside onto the couch as Anson stood hurriedly to tug off his jeans, kick off his shoes and almost tangled himself in his rush. I wriggled my hips out of my jeans and slipped off the bra, leaving the lacy panties on. "Boxers too," I said playfully, tucking my feet under me as I watched him strip.
Naked, Anson bent over to kiss me, running his hands over my skin, down my hips, inside my thighs. I pull him back down to the couch next to me. His cock is hard and already dripping precum. It's thick and straight, and I burned with my need to see Anson's expression as he put it inside me.
But he looked moments from exploding already, and I wanted him to last more than a few seconds. I skimmed my fingers lightly along the shaft, around the head and back down to his balls, then slowly cupped and squeezed them. Anson moaned and threw back his head.
"Do you like that?" I asked him.
"Fuck yes," he moaned.
"Mmmm, but if I keep doing it, you might cum. Do you want me to make you cum?" I nestled into his side, one leg over his, my face against his neck, while my hand slid up and down his cock.
"
Fuck
yes, Melissa, make me cum."
