Let’s Go for a Drive ch 1

From the day that we met online, Dave and I hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a lot about ourselves and sex. He was older than me; married and lived in another state, the chance of us meeting seemed impossible, although we often talked about it. I didn’t think anything more about it, until to my surprise, he called me one afternoon. He had some business in a town near mine, and if I was free, would love to take me out to lunch, adding that he’d have me for dessert. Now how could I resist a temptation like that, I loved the idea of having sex with him.

I gave him my address, and cell phone number, so he could call if he had trouble making it. Then again, I doubted there would be that kind of mishap. After telling me what kind of car he drove and the color, he said he’d call when he got near my place.

I could hardly wait, it had been too damn long since I had felt the touch of a man. I made a face and exclaimed, “Oh hell let’s face it, I need to be fucked!”

I went to bed that night, masturbating with visions of what him and I would do the next day. Oh my God did I cum hard.

The day of our date, I showered, and picked out a sexy summer dress to wear. Applied the right amount of make-up to be alluring and perfumed all the right places. I then looked in the mirror whistled, “Damn girl you’re look sexy! Look out Dave, here I come.”

He picked me up promptly around 10am. When he knocked on the door, I nearly passed out from anticipation. When I opened it, Dave took me into his arms kissing me deep and hard, and already I was primed for fucking.
“Hungry Doll?”

“Yes I am.”

“Okay, just remember, I’m having you for dessert.”

I blushed, smirked, and answered, “That my dear can be arranged, with or without whipped cream.”

He escorted me to the car, being a perfect gentleman opening my door for me. As we drove off I instructed him to drive to a little out of the way café for lunch. It’s a place that offered privacy so we could talk about anything. We pulled into the parking lot, and he escorted me to the door, and a waiter led us to our seat.

We ordered something light and refreshing to drink, as we looked over the menus. The waiter returned and took our orders. It wasn’t long until we were talking like long lost friends. However, our conversation took an unexpected but delightful turn towards our sexual fantasies.

Dave looked around the room, then leaned over and asked. “Do you like to masturbate?”

My body responded before my lips did and I felt my nipples harden and my clit swell with arousal. Thinking back, I could remember the age when I discovered that touching certain areas of my body made me feel good. Many a night, I spent, fingering my nipples and cunt, until I quivered with excitement.

I blushed, giggled, and confessed, “Why yes, doesn’t everybody?”

Before he could respond I flashed him a sultry look and asked, “Do you like to masturbate?”

He blushes and replied, “Yes, especially when I am talking to friends like you online. You are one sexy hot redhead and you make my blood boil. I just had to have you.”

I shifted in my chair feeling the wetness accumulate on my panties, and asked, “Dave, when did you have your first sexual experience with a woman?”

I could tell by his reaction, that he was hesitant in telling me when.