Chapter 1



She was excited at the thought of meeting her date again: they’d hit it off on their first meeting, sitting chatting until last orders and only then, reluctantly leaving the pub, where he’d expressed an eager desire to see here again & take her out for dinner. A sedate kiss in the car park, had soon turned into a more passionate exploration and she’d thrilled to feel how hard she made him when she let him slip his tongue in her mouth. Breathlessly, she’d pulled away, realising it was better to leave him wanting more & promising to arrange another date as soon as she could.



And s,o here was their second date….Greg had phoned her the following day asking if she would be free for dinner on the Friday, to which she’d accepted (though not trying to sound too eager). As she got ready, she’d paid extreme attention to making sure her body was smooth & moisturised….all over In her heart, she knew that she wanted to let Greg fuck her; it had been some months since she’d last been with a man and, having felt his bulging crotch as it rubbed against her on their first date, she suspected it might be well worth getting to know him more intimately. Of course, she didn’t want to appear too much of a slut so she wouldn’t herself suggest going back to his….bu, if he offered her a coffee why, then she’d innocently agree!



Before slipping into her clothes, she admired her body in the full length mirror: tall, yet curvy, with a narrow waist, full hips and generous 36DD breasts, she knew she had an enviable figure. Her neatly shaved pussy had only the tiniest neat tuft just above her clit, while her cunt lips hung low, advertising the way to pussy heaven. As she slipped the lacy French knickers on, she savoured how the crotch sat against her clit & she wriggled her hips, immediately feeling a tinge of dampness seep from her slit.

Tonight, with luck, I’ll have that thick cock of Greg’s in there she whispered aloud, before putting on the matching push-up bra that exhibited her breasts to their best advantage. Finally, she dressed in a pretty top and a long, fishtail skirt that emphasised both her curvaceous hips and the length of her legs & made her seem demure yet sexy all at once.



At the restaurant, she deliberately chose a light course, not wanting to feel uncomfortably full should they get down to some serious exercise later. She flirted with Greg who was enjoying the repartee and their conversation was laden with double entendres and sexual innuendo. As they shared a sorbet, she made a show of licking the long spoon provocatively and Greg leaned over and gripped her wrist. Then he looked straight in her eyes and said

I think we should skip coffee, don’t you? Or maybe we could have some at mine?”

She felt triumphant & aroused by this expression of desire from him: she had him where she wanted him….now he was all hers. A brief pretence at resistance was expected of course and she fluttered her lashes & acted slightly outraged at his suggestion.

Greg! Now what sort of girl do you take me for?”

What? he countered mockingly, I’ve only asked you in for coffee! Unless you’ve got designs on me? at which she giggled and grabbed her bag, while he hurriedly paid the bill.



Leaving her car at the restaurant, she climbed into his Lexus, enjoying the sensation of the cool leather seats against her bare shoulders. She was very aroused and her nipples, jutting out from her sheer top, gave ample advertisement of this. She wondered if he would try to feel her as he drove, but Greg remained a model of good behaviour, concentrating on the road. Slightly disappointed that he had shown such restraint, she contented herself with fantasising about how he would pleasure her very soon, and she felt another trickle of wetness escape her pussy and dampen her panties.



Greg, beside her, could not help notice first her erect nipples and then her mounting frustration that he had not responded to the, during the journey. He smirked to himself, stupid bitch! she was a real cock tease, probably thought she was going to have him licking her out for hours and then, he wouldn’t be surprised if she came over all virginal and didn’t want to put out for him. How wrong she was going to be. He had plans for her body that had absolutely nothing to do with her pleasure.