We kissed outside the door of her house, softly with open mouths, then she pulled herself back.
"Just so you know, I don't have sex on the first date," she said, with her hand on my chest.
I looked at her in her orange dress, made of a thin material that showed off her full breasts and wide hips. I put my hand on the small of her back and pulled her in close.
"Just invite me in for a drink," I whispered in her ear. My hand slipped down to the swell of her ass. She must have been able to feel my cock in my pants, pointed down, hardening and pressed against her.
She looked up at me. "Just a drink," she said. I cupped her face in my hands, kissing her lips, then kissed down her neck, softly, making her moan and push against me. Her skin was so soft against my lips, lightly salty from the warm night. It made my cock swell against her.
"Come on in then," she said, as she turned to unlock the door. I watched her sexy ass sway as she stepped into her house. She started to head for the kitchen, but I caught her hand and pulled her back, pulling her close to me.
I started kissing her again, my hands firm on both her hips. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted to the side, her soft tongue twirling against mine.
I pulled her over to the couch and sat her down. On the windowsill were pictures of her and her daughter. 32, divorced, mother, just like her dating profile said. We continued to make out, my hand sliding up to her breast as we kissed. She moaned into my mouth when I squeezed her breast softly. I could taste the margarita on her lips from dinner.
I slide my hand inside her dress, inside her bra, and cupped her full breast in my hand as we kissed. My thumb and finger gently pinched her nipple, and she shifted her hips on the couch.
"Please, this is too much," she panted. I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She moaned, closing her eyes, feeling my mouth pull her hard nipple into my mouth over and over. My tongue twirling against the hardened bud. Her breath quickened.
"My nipples have become so sensitive since I had my daughter."
I moved my hand up her soft thigh, pulling up her dress, exposing see-through orange panties that matched her dress. I slid my hand between her legs, holding her sex. She looked down at me with half-closed eyes as I started to move my thumb against her clit. She moaned.
"I'm not going to fuck you, John."
"I know you're not. I'm just going to touch you like this."
I moved my fingers up and down her soaked panties, over her slit, as my thumb teased her clit. She tried to squeeze her legs closed on my hand, but my middle finger found its way inside her panties. Stroking her bare slit.
Her eyes were closed, focused on my finger teasing her.
I whispered in her ear, "Open your legs. Show me that you like it. Do it now."
She let her legs fall open.
"Good girl. I like you showing me how hungry your pussy is."
I kissed her deeply on her mouth, as my middle finger traced up and down her wet slit, circling her clit lightly. She moaned into my mouth when I pressed my thick finger insider her.
"You have to stop," she breathed.
"We're not going to fuck," I said as I kissed her neck. "We're just going to get each other off. Don't you want to get off?"
I pushed a second finger inside her before she could answer, filling her up more, my palm rubbing against her clit. She moaned, rolling her hips against my hand, her bent legs spread wide.