1. First Date After


    Date: 9/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: ClarkRoberts, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    craved gratification. I pressed my thumb all around my clit, teasing it without touching it. The pleasurable pressure built and my groans grew into a growl. I tapped my clit with my finger. An electric surge of excitement rushed from my clit throughout my body. It took my breath away and I gasped for air. My body went rigid as I pushed my thumb directly against my agitated clit. I gritted my teeth as my body shook. It was like having a seizure. My pussy contracted like a clinching fist. I howled in orgasmic release. It was sheer bliss. Once I recovered from my orgasm, I glanced at the clock. Rory would be here soon. With a satisfied sigh, I said out loud, “I need to finish getting ready.” Rising from the bed, I picked up the dress and slipped it on. Looking into the mirror, I adjusted the shoulder straps. The dress had a plunging neckline and was backless, which made wearing a bra impractical. It hugged and flattered my curves, so I couldn’t wear a garter belt. I was sure the elastic bands of my stockings were tight enough to keep them up. The hemline of the dress hit mid-thigh and highlighted my toned legs. To further enhance my sexual shape, I selected a pair of black stilettos with a bondage strap. I slipped them on and stood up. Taking a look in the mirror, I was satisfied with my overall appearance. I liked the way the 4-inch heels arched my back, thrusting out my big boobs and forcing my buttocks to protrude. The pleased smile I gave my reflection belied the anxiety I ...
    felt. There was a knock at the door. Rory had arrived to pick me up. As I made my way to the door I realized I was looking forward to having dinner with such a sexy and interesting man, even though he was so much younger than I was. Before opening the door, I sighed and whispered to myself, “Just dinner Miranda. You can’t have sex with him.” Rory greeted me with a cheerful gin. There’s an unspoken fashion rule that holds that you shouldn’t pair a light-colored shirt with a light-gray suit. Rory broke that rule by showing up in light-gray suit with a mint green shirt. To his credit he had anchored the ensemble with a dark blue tie. Not only did he look fabulous, but he also proved the utter stupidity of fashion rules. Rory was someone who followed his own path and enjoyed pushing boundaries. He kissed my cheek and asked if I was ready to go. Nodding, I took his arm and we left for the restaurant. On the drive we made small talk then fell into a comfortable silence. This I thought was unusual for a first date, especially with a man as young as Rory. The young tended to be impatient and uncomfortable with silence. But, somehow it felt right. That’s when it struck me that I had found somebody really special. Rory seemed to be somebody that I could sit with and not have to say word and still feel content. The silence drew us together because we were comfortable with each other. He silently smiled at me and I returned it just as quietly. There was an inner beauty about Rory because ...
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