He warned me that he would be dressed very casually and unshaved. Seeing as it was two AM, I didn't much care. I just knew the ache between my legs was still unsatisfied and he might be able to help.
I paced outside the closed library for a while after I got there, waiting. He pulled his car into the lot a few minutes after our agreed meeting time and I waited for him to get out.
My heart started to pound as anxiety took over. "Are you my Uber?" I joked nervously. "What?" he asked. Yeah.
Much of the rest of the few minutes are a blur of me being incredibly nervous. All my excitement was fine, replaced almost completely by cold fear. Not that I thought he was going to hurt me. I was just nervous in a way I haven't been in a very, very long time. He could tell.
It was cold outside. I stood in the parking lot with him for a minute and then told him we should get into the car. He invited me into the back seat and I joined him, awkwardly. I put my cold hand in his and pointed out how very cold it was. He tried to warm it, but there was no hope. Too many nerves.
I sat across from him, asking him questions. I finally joked that I was interviewing him. Then I realized I really was interviewing him. I liked his voice. I don't remember most of what he said, though he ran down his professional life and some of his experiences with online hookups. He's a good storyteller.
At some point he put my leg up across his leg. I could feel the warmth of his skin. He caressed my leg. He complimented me. I laughed at his compliment and told him to stop. His instantaneous response to stop touching me was unexpected, "stop what? touching you?" he said, or something like it. I don't remember what I said. But he stopped. I was confused, somewhat embarrassed and trying to parse what exactly had happened.
We kept talking. A while later he readjusted both of us so his arm was around me, I was leaning on him and he rubbed my arm. Another compliment. More embarrassment on my part. And then he asked me some question. I remember telling him I liked his touch. That must have been the "yes" he was looking for because that's when he was done waiting. With a deliberate movement his mouth found mine.
He's a good kisser. Not like the Ex with his deft ability to take me from 0 to completely wet in a few seconds, but not far behind. Of course, by then I was already wet, so it didn't much matter anyway. His lips were soft, his tongue warm, and busy.
Much of the rest of the time we were together is a blur. I was tired, but excited. His fingers were inside me fairly quickly and it felt amazing. He continued to kiss me and I ran my hands over his body, feeling his hair, the heat coming off his skin. Eventually he asked me to touch his cock. I don't remember the words. I just know I was lost in the feel of his mouth and his fingers and it took me a moment. His pants had some kind of tie. I couldn't figure it out. He finally undid it for me, pulling his waistband down far enough to expose his cock.
I remember taking it in my mouth, it fit so nicely, soft, hot, smooth. Amazing. He continued to finger me while he could, asked me a few questions. Questions that broke me out of my passionate, sleepy stupor and confused me. Then finally asked me something like "how long are you going to do that?" at least, that's what I heard. I smiled against his cock "all night." He may have laughed, "I'm okay with that." I finally thought about what he'd said. I sat up and asked him about a condom, which he quickly produced and put on in a practiced motion.
Somewhere in there I attempted to find a way to get his front seats to lay down into more of a bed-like formation but couldn't figure it out.
I ended up sitting back, practically on his lap and then kind of shrugged. With his help I ended up sliding his cock into me in that position. As I sat holding on to the front seat, bounced on his cock for a minute or so "I've never done it this way" I commented. At some point he told me we should go outside so he could fuck me.
We walked over behind the library. It was very close to the back of a house. He pushed me forward, bending me at the waist so I pulled up my long coat and pulled down my pants, baring my ass to him and the night. Moments later he was inside me. "You have to be quiet" he said, firmly before he began to move.
Well. I tried to be quiet. But I'm not sure I managed it. I hadn't had a cock in me in almost two years and nothing feels better to me than doggy style. I love the way his cock head hit my gspot with each thrust. It was amazing. And I had to be quiet. I tried. I swear I did. But he came after a few more strokes. I think he decided it was either he finish or someone would find us.
We walked back to the car and I realized my hands were covered in sap. Not sexy. He dropped me at my house, kissing me a delicious goodbye and I went inside to deal with the sap situation. Once that was done I crawled into bed and began looking for porn. I still hadn't come, much to my disappointment. He'd tried. He'd even offered to eat my pussy but I declined at that point.
An hour or so later he came back online and we chatted for a few minutes. He asked if I came. I told him I hadn't and he was disappointed. "I would have done more if I'd realized. I also thought you were going right to bed or I'd have taken you back to my house." We made a tentative date for a few days later.
I didn't get to come. I just couldn't make it happen for some reason that night. But I was left with some delicious memories, anyway.
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