1. Florence, A City Cat


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: Tiepinkraider, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Florence, A City Cat I picked her up at her dorm that evening just after dinner, for tonight was my “Hot Date” with her after about 5 nothings. She came from a wealthy, connected family of writers, editors, actresses, and celebrities, and had gone to that exclusive girls’ school where the debutantes and other special people learn manners, and how to be special. I was just a small-town country boy, middle class, public high school. She was a natural blond with fine, straw-colored hair and pale city complexion, a little plump, and with a scratchy, croaky voice that was off-putting but intriguing, and was quiet, reserved, sweet, and proper, a talented painter, and not popular. Flo was a lady, a girl who you would have to qualify to date, and be lucky to work your way into her heart by earning her trust. My idea of a hot date with her was to go to the painting studio and talk about the latest of her paintings, their colors, glazes, and composition. We talked about her very beautiful, new work that really excited me, and she showed a glimpse of animation as we stood there. I just liked to be with her as she was so warm and bright and it felt good talking with her because she spoke softly, intelligently, and sincerely. I was drawn to her physically. I reached out and took her hands in mine and looked directly into her eyes, which were larger than imaginable, and their color was the Cerulean blue of the pigment I import from Milan. Her lashes were gigantic like the ones you see in ...
    the movies, only real. She was smiling radiantly at me. Without a thought I started to unbutton the top button on her thin dress with them all the way down to the hemline. She smiled. I continued to unbutton it until it fell open all the way, and she still smiled. I saw her underwear that was unlike anything I had seen before. It was obviously silk, with the tiniest embroidered lace pattern in a color that had no name, pale, very fine, and expensive. Paris or Barcelona I would think. Bra and panties matched, of course, but what really caught my eye was that the volume of her breasts was very large, and this lingerie didn’t shape, it just comforted her curves. I was speechless and she continued to smile, but her face and chest were flushed. She was breathing noticeably with effort, and with each breath, her breasts heaved and shook ever so slightly. I think I saw a tiny bead of sweat run down her temple. I was growing in my pants, warm and stiff. She was way ahead of me, unclasping her bra in the back before I could ask. Her large breasts shook with her movements, stirring my balls. I had my shirt and my trousers off, standing in my Jockey shorts with a very obvious erection pointing at her. She turned her back and swept the paints and things off the worktable in one motion, turned back, with a look of intensity and said, “Robb, I want you to take me. I want you inside me. I want you fuck me. I am ready.” I lifted her onto the table and climbed on top of her. My knees dug into ...
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