I sit in your car quietly, staring out at the dark sky. I see the full moon shining through the trees as we drive past. The radio is turned on, but it's quiet, I can just make out a male voice but cannot tell what he is singing about. I hear you move in your seat before I feel your warm hand graze my left thigh, before your palm rests on it. My dress, which is at mid-thigh length when standing, had been bunched up in my lap when I sat down in your car, but in the dark I didn't think of pulling it back down to cover myself. I shiver as your hand rubs up and down my thigh slightly, your fingertips brush against the edge of my dress and I can feel them only inches from my damp panties. But you stop, not moving your hand any higher, instead you grip my thigh slightly, squeezing, and then release, but keep your hand in place.
I look over and see you smile at me in the dark, and I think you can feel my warmth radiating off of me where your hand rests. I smile back shyly, the nerves in my stomach are growing. We're only a few minutes away from your house now, and while I'd been here once before, for our last date, we had not had sex. I could tell you wanted me, and I wanted you too. Tonight was our sixth date, you were so understanding with me wanting to wait until we'd gone out a few times, and until I was comfortable. While our hands had wandered once or twice, and we'd shared a few photos, we had kept it rather pg-13. I could feel my stomach twist into knots, I was nervous. I liked you and didn't want to disappoint you, but also because if your photos were real, and I could definitely tell they were when we hugged or when you stood close against me and I could feel you, your cock was big. Massive. The biggest I had seen photos of, and until tonight, I had never touched or been with a cock that was over 5 inches, and definitely never as thick as you.
I tensed as I saw the lights from your porch come into view, and you could sense it, you gave my leg another little squeeze, before moving it back to the steering wheel. We pulled in and parked next to my car in your driveway. You came around to open my door, your hand reaching for mine to help me out. You've been such a gentleman to me ever since we met. You shut the door and wrap your hand around my thick waist, pressing me gently against the car. You brush my hair out of my face and place your right hand on my cheek as you lean in and kiss me. I moan quietly into your mouth, wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you back briefly before you pull away, slightly.
Before you can ask, I quietly do first, "Can I come in?" You smile, kiss me again briefly and grab my hand as we walk to the door. Once again, I'm amazed at your place as the lights turn on. Your house on the lake is absolutely beautiful, and I can never get enough of it. A large white and black, 3-story southern style home. Classic, sleek, timeless. Set down a ways from the main road, with the back of the house overlooking the greenery and the lake. I loved staring out the back of the house, a wall full of windows that let in the day sun and the night moon. Our last date we had made dinner together and then watched the sun set on your back deck.
I hear the door close behind us, and then your hands are on my sides, turning and pulling me back to you. Pushing me against the wall, a little rougher this time than outside a few minutes ago, but I know its because you need me and I need you, and truthfully, I like being dominated a bit. We had discussed our sexual likes and dislikes and this was one that I had told you about. Your mouth is on me again, kissing me deeper and more passionately, one hand moving down my side and to my ass as you cup it and squeeze it hard, and the other trailing up to my breast, and I know you can feel my hard nipple through the fabric. You press your pelvis into me and I can really feel your need.
"Come on baby." You grab my hand and pull me towards the living room, "Have a seat, I'll get us a drink."
"One second," I say and make my way to the bathroom. I check myself over and freshen up, adding another dab of my perfume you love, and just before I open the door I stop myself. I lift my dress and slip my fingers into my waistband of my black lace panties and push them down off of me. I bend down to grab them, ball them up and slip them into my purse.
I quietly walk back out, and I see you. Your back to me, sitting on your couch. Music turned on, and a bourbon in your hand. Not a fan of the drink myself, but the taste on your tongue when you have one drives me wild. I quietly walk over, leaning down to kiss your neck, and I hear you moan. I set my purse down and walk around the front of you.
I smile and bite my lip, I can see the massive bulge straining against your black pants. You had undone the button and zipper to give yourself a little extra room but it didn't seem to help. Your dark honey eyes look me up and down, stopping at my breasts, finding my hard nipples outlined against the light blue floral fabric, my own bra not stopping them from being visible. Your gaze moves lower. This time your eyes stop at the spot where my dress did, at the middle of my thighs, and I know you so badly want to lift it and see what is hidden under there. You reach out for my hands and I walk closer, leaning down to kiss you again. I blush as I put one knee on either side of your lap, straddling you.
I'm a bigger girl; thick, curvy, plus size. While I've never been on top of someone before, always worried I'd be too heavy, I knew I didn't have to worry with you. You had told me your preference of bigger girls, and that you enjoy every inch of my body and the way that I look. So after a moment, my worries drift and I settle against your lap. My lips are on yours in seconds, eager to taste you. I feel your cock twitch under me, but you still don't know that I am bare underneath my dress. Your hands move to my thighs and mine are around your neck, my fingers running through your hair. Your hands move up and around to my ass and while the dress still covers me, you can now clearly feel there is almost nothing stopping you.
"Fuck..." I hear you whisper between kisses. Your fingers are kneading and squeezing my ass. Slow and soft at first and then more eager, pulling at my cheeks, feeling them part as you do. Pulling me harder against you. I gasp and moan loudly.
One of your hands moves between my legs from behind, rubbing me. Feeling me already wet and dripping for you. I push against your fingers, "Now. Please." I beg, with my hands moving to your pants, helping you pull your cock free. I bite my lip again and stare for a second as I finally see it up close; 9.5 inches, thicker than my wrist, rock hard. You bring your hand around and between us, your fingers glistening from my juices. You wrap your fingers around your cock, lubing yourself up.
You help lift me slightly, I put my fingers around your cock and notice this time, that they don't fit all the way around. I move the head of your cock against my slit, rubbing it against me, getting it wetter. I've used big toys in the past, but nothing like the size of you. I want it and you so bad. You begin to lower me slowly as your cock head pressed against my opening, feeling a little resistance and pressure at first but being aroused and wet certainly helps.
You lean forward and bring your mouth to mine again as your hands on my hips pull me further down onto you, I moan in pain and pleasure as you slide deeper into me. Stretching me, opening me, until I feel you deep inside of me. I look down and see there are still a couple inches left of you to go, but you don't push, at least not yet.
Your hands move to my ass once more, pulling me gently against you, another inch sinking into me, as my body gets used to your size. Your mouth is all over me; my lips, my cheeks, my ears, moving lower. Kissing, sucking and nipping at my neck. Your hands quickly go to the hem of my dress and pull it off of me in one fast movement, and then around to my back to undo my black lace bra. My full body on display.
