Watersports Other than Surfing

Watersports Other than Surfing


Part 1

The first time I ever used an Internet dating site, I thought it would be just for fun. I never expected it to work, let alone help me find something that would change my love life forever – and open up my world to the greatest, most perverse sex I’ve ever had in my life.

I’m a pretty normal guy. Average build, average size penis – nothing really about me stands out. At the time I had just finished university and was in my first job. I’ve had my share of girlfriends who all basically fit the same description – Caucasian, blond or brunette, average tits, nothing really special. I hoped the online dating service would help me find someone new, and something I’ve never experienced before.

While filling out my online application to the dating site, I spoke briefly about myself. I included a photo, but the thought of one of my friends stumbling upon it scared me, so I used one that was a little blurry and low-resolution. I also wanted to mention some of my favorite pastimes: surfing, windsurfing, scuba diving, snorkeling, basically any activity on the water. I’ve lived near the beach my entire life, and I would ideally want the woman of my dreams to have the same interests as me. So under the ‘hobbies’ section, I summed up my outdoor activities simply as ‘watersports.’

Luckily the hazy photo was able to catch the eye of several women, including a Japanese girl around my age, known only as ‘Jasmine.’ Her photo must’ve been professionally touched-up, because there was no way this beautiful girl would be wasting her time with me if she looked that good in real life.

I contacted her through the messaging service and we exchanged numbers. After talking on the phone a couple of times, we agreed to meet for our first date the following Friday. I suggested we go to this little Thai restaurant downtown I knew. I chose it for its intimate setting complete with dim lighting and soft music. We agreed to meet at 7pm but I planned on getting there at 6:30pm. I wanted the extra time to get our table ready and put out the bouquet of flowers I bought for her as a romantic gesture. Although to my surprise she was already waiting outside the restaurant when I arrived.

From afar I recognized her from the photo on the dating site, but as I got closer to her she looked ten times better than her photo had suggested. My penis twitched a little as I realized that this exotic Japanese beauty was here for me, and no one else.

“Jasmine, right?” I asked as I handed her the flowers.

“You must be Morgan!” She exclaimed, accepting the bouquet.

I offered my hand out for her to shake but instead she flung her arms around my neck in a tight embrace.

“The flowers are really sweet,” she purred. “I’ve been looking forward to our date all week long.”

“So have I. You look even more beautiful than your picture. I had no idea you were going to be this gorgeous!”

She laughed and flung her hair. “Oh, you’re such a sweetheart! Morgan, you’re making me blush!”

I gently laughed along with her and stared into her eyes. I hadn’t realized that ten seconds had passed, which had created a moment of awkward silence between us. Breaking the tension, I quickly jumped in.

“I wasn’t expecting you to show up so early, Jasmine.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But I work just down the street and had nothing else to do, so I thought I would wait outside here for you. I hope you’re not mad.”

“Oh, God no, I’m not mad. In fact, I’m just glad you didn’t stand me up!”

She laughed again. I took that as a good sign.

“I have to be honest with you, Jasmine, I haven’t been on a real date in a while. I hope I don’t screw it up.”

She looked me up and down twice. “I wouldn’t worry about that, sweetie. You’re way too cute. I’m sure there will be a second date …”

She let her eyes linger with mine a few seconds more before she made her way into the restaurant. Like a dog in heat, I followed her immediately. I was finally able to get a good look at her incredible figure without getting caught. She was slim, around 5’5, with B cup breasts, enough for a good handful. But the feature that really got my attention was her ass. It perfectly swayed back and forth in a hypnotic trance as she walked towards the maitre d’. My eyes were totally fixed on her perfect tight ass. My heart started racing, just like the time when I looked through my first porn magazine. I felt like it was dangerous to look, but couldn’t turn away.

It wasn’t overly busy at the restaurant so we were seated immediately. The waitress came soon after and took our order. I discovered Jasmine love Thai food and she ordered the spicy Pad Thai without looking at the menu. I also ordered my usual without glancing at the menu along with a nice bottle of wine.

For the next hour we engaged in small talk between bites, just getting to know one another. Jasmine spoke about her family, her job, what she wanted out of life, and her innermost dreams. But the entire time she was talking, I couldn’t help but stare at her figure. Her tits were perky under her blouse, her long, dark hair waved as she laughed, and her pouty lips were just asking to have a penis between them. I hadn’t been so turned on in my life. My carnal urges were shooting through my body all the way down to my cock.

“I have to go pee,” she whispered, knocking me out of my trance. “I’ll be right back.”

She lightly caressed my arm and my hand before walking away from the table. I was able to get a good look at her ass once again as she walked to the bathroom. Just as she entered the ladies’ room, she looked back at me and licked her lips. My dick grew hard at the sight.

I was a little nervous while she was gone. I was already totally in love with the exotic creature and I had only just met her. My heart started racing once again as she approached the table after returning from the restroom.

“The wine must be getting to me. I had to pee so bad,” she softly said. “You know that feeling you get when you have a sensation inside you and it builds up and builds up and then it feels soooo good when you finally release it?”

I thought about the cum that was building up in my balls and how much I wanted to release it all over her. Jasmine was getting me so horny I couldn’t stand it any longer.

After the meal was over, I paid the bill and helped her out of her chair. I don’t know what it was but some primal instinct in me just wanted to tear the table cloth off the table and start fucking her right there in front of everyone in the restaurant. I’ve never had that thought or feeling before in my life. She had this seductive power over me to the point where I would’ve done anything she wanted.

“Thank you for dinner. I had a great time with you tonight,” she said as we walked outside.

“When can I see you again, Jasmine?” I asked with a little too much eagerness.

She came in close and hugged me, never taking her eyes off of mine. “Hmmm, the sooner the better. I have a feeling we’re going to have lots of fun together.”

She reached down to my pants and squeezed my cock through my pants.

“What about tonight? Can I … see you tonight?” I softly begged between gasps.

She squeezed my erection one more time before letting go. “No, not tonight. I don’t want this to turn into a one-night stand. Anyways, by the time I see you again, I want you to want me so bad that you’ll explode!”

“Jasmine, I’m already there …”

“Mmmm … I can tell,” she purred.

She gave me one soft kiss on the lips and then turned to hail a cab. When she was safe inside the taxi, I gave the driver more than enough to get her home. She called me a gentleman as I closed the door for her. An hour later I was at home jacking my dick so hard I thought my hand was going to fall off.


Part 2

The following night I got a follow-up email from Jasmine about our date. She said she had a wonderful time and wanted to see me again next week. I thought about her every day but I tried to cut down on jerking off when it got closer to our second date.