the blind date - Kristen's Board Contest

[Shocker]

Teaser: The maître d'’ approached my table, followed by a striking woman. Her long blond hair flowing onto her bare shoulders, the black dress coming down to her knees, and being low cut enough to be really exciting. The maître d'’ pulled the chair opposite back for her and in a languid movement she settled down in it.

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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: The blind date
Author: Shocker

The story competes in the Kristensboard Memorial Contest.
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The blind date


I took another sip from my whiskey tumbler, while waiting for her. One of the unwritten rules, when it comes to a blind date, if you are a guy you will not be late, fifteen minutes ahead of time is considered on time. There was no requirement for the lady being similarly on time, yet if you wanted to see some action, you better be there when she showed up. Not that my hopes where particularly high, a first date would not lead to sex. A first date could lead to a second, and if you behaved yourself to a third. Behaving perfectly on two occasions for a 50:50 chance of getting laid. The whiskey alone, would be likely cut any chances in half, but I don’t care, I won’t spend an evening nursing a Shirley Temple just to impress a woman I had never met.

Friends had arranged this meeting, making all the usual noises how perfect we would be for each other. I have heard this countless times before, and most of the time they had been wrong. Outside Big Ben was striking seven, so this was the point where the actual waiting would start. The maître d'’ approached my table, followed by a striking woman. Her long blond hair flowing onto her bare shoulders, the black dress coming down to her knees, and being low cut enough to be really exciting. The maître d'’ pulled the chair opposite back for her and in a languid movement she settled down in it.

She smiled at me, her gray eyes looking me up and down, included in that smile. Her gaze took in my drink before looking me straight in the eyes. My poor heart just stopped, nobody should ever have to look into such bright eyes unprepared.
“My name is Penny, I believe you have been waiting for me?”
“If you are Cassandra’s friend, then that would make me a very happy man.” I managed not to stumble over my own tongue, and extended my hand.
“I’m Rupert, Rupert Giles”
There it was, the blonde eyebrow moving up by the fraction of an inch. I had seen it all of my life, with people of my own generation. She remained silent, but there was the obvious question in her eyes.
“I’d like to point out I was born a year before the show aired, so I got stuck with an unfashionable family name.”
“I can easily see how that can happen, imagining that you didn’t spent your school days getting called Rupert, what did you prefer?”
“Absolutely everything, most of my friends called me Giles. Of late I have made my peace with Rupert.”
“I think it has a nice ring to it. Rupert” she tried the name out, letting it roll over tongue, pouting her lips a bit while doing so.

She looked at my glass. “What are we drinking?”
“I don’t know what you prefer, but I’m having here a Lagavulin.”
“Sounds good to me.” She caught the eye of the waiter and gestured, that she would have the same.
As her scotch arrived we had started talking amiably about god and the world. My job as an editor for a publishing house, her work in an antiquities store or something like that, she wasn’t very specific. Her knowledge of literature and theater was extensive. And she had strong opinions, like the intendant of that abysmal Hamlet production should have been publically whipped. I tended to agree, despite never having wished the man ill.

We ordered food, and I found that Penny was a good companion, partaking merrily in the food, which made me wonder how she kept her amazing figure. I decided to simply ask her, feeling it would not be a faux pas with her.
“I have a generous metabolism, also run every morning a few miles in the park.”
Whatever it was it made her body looking divine. For the last 15 minutes I had been thinking if her décolletage was assisted by a some stuffing or if it as all her. She had beautiful breasts swelling just above the dress, a dress that could impossibly be worn with a bra. They were just barely large enough to be considered big, but so perfectly proportioned to her frame, that they didn’t appear vulgar. Simply some nice big knockers. I was fully aware that I hadn’t had such a pleasant evening in a long time.

Penny asked for some fruit for dessert. The waiter arrived shortly thereafter with a beautiful arrangement of grapes, kiwi and a banana. My heart sank as she reached for the yellow fruit, carefully peeling it.
“I love a good banana, the white supple flesh, the texture.” Her mouth opened, the full red lips forming a perfect O. My mind began forming unwanted associations, how those lips would be making room for me. My excitement grew, and continued growing as her tongue began circling the tip of the banana. I cock began to throb.

Her lips formed around the thick part of the fruit, and she twisted it around some more. Making a sucking motion and swallowing a small part of its length.
“Penny, I wish you wouldn’t do that, you are giving a fellow ideas.”
Her lips still sealed around the banana she looked at me with those mesmerizing gray eyes. Giving the banana some more attention. I have never before being jealous about a piece of fruit.
Her eyes still pierced his, as she replied “Well I bloody hope so, I was looking for a man. Are you a man?”
“It takes all my self control, not to rip your clothes of here and now.”
“That settles the question, my place.”
“You are very sure of yourself?”
“Me? Not at all, but if you intend of ripping my clothes to shreds, I’d like to have something to wear tomorrow.”

I settled the bill and started kissing her, as we left the building. A stocky man with graying temples ripped open the backdoor of a Land Rover. And threw me a glare like daggers. Penny just told him “Soho”, to which he nodded and started the car. In the spacious fond of the car, Penny was all over me, and I tried to keep the murderous glance in mind, so my reciprocity was a bit more restrained. Yet her breasts felt wonderful against my chest. Her stocking clad thighs felt hot under my hand.

We stopped a short time later in front of a redbrick building in Soho. We got out and Penny unlocked a door, and led me inside, letting her hand sliding over my crotch.
“Show me if you are a man.”
She flicked on a switch and suddenly the whole room was flooded in light. It was modern furnished living room, with expensive wood floor and a massive dining table on one side.
In response, I gently took her by the back of her head and applied pressure, not enough to be construed as forcing her, but enough to make her follow. Penny sank onto her knees the black cloth of her dress billowing out around her.
Her face was right on the level of my belt. Which she rapidly unbuckled.
“So this is what you want?”
“Ever since you grabbed that banana.”
“I thought so, it was quite a good.”
“It was a bloody tease” I grunted.
She fumbled with the zipper, and released my manhood into the cold night air.
“Oh my, almost as girthy as that banana.” Her fingers ran along the entire shaft, coming to rest at the tip.
“Would you mind if I took the dress of first? I would hate for it to get messy.”
“You are going to be in control how much of a mess you make, now how about get started.”

She smiled mischievously, and began working me with her tongue and lips. Her skill was incredible, every flick of her tongue sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. Each brush of her lips a blast of ecstasy. Her hands caressed my balls, as if to gauge how much they contained. Penny varied how deep she took me, either caressing just the tip, or wrapping her lips firmly around the root. I’m perfectly convinced she could sense the quivering in my cock preceding the imminent discharge. She slid all the way back, keeping her lips wrapped around the cock head teasing me with her tongue as I exploded. Spurt after spurt of semen discharged into her mouth.

When I was finished she moved back and opened her mouth showing me the amounts of cum still sitting on her tongue, before deliberately closing her lips and swallow. She looked down on her dress and smiled “Not a single spot. I like a man who knows what he wants.”

“Well little minx, let’s see what else the night has in store. I’ll need to rest a bit before round two.”
Penny pouted at that.
I gathered her from the floor and lifted her in my arms. Laying her on the big dining table, with her legs dangling freely.
I got between her legs and flipped the black dress up, finding the dark stockings to lead to an area of pale flesh on her thighs and in between. Aside from the silk stockings, Penny hadn’t worn anything else underneath the dress.

Lowering my mouth to her entirely hairless sex and carefully blew on the flesh of her mound. “Just because I need a rest, doesn’t mean you get one.”
The musk of her sex was intoxicating, to say the young lady was soaking wet, would have been an understatement. The moment my tongue began touching the sensitive skin of her labia, I tasted her saltiness. Her breathing became ragged as I traced the tender folds, stopping right in front of her clitoris. Just to deny her that touch and start again from the bottom. I kept at it, teasing, sucking, building up to her pleasure. Gauging the effect of my ministrations by the bucking of her hips, her moans and the rapid breathing. When I decided it was time, I locked my lips at her clit flicking it with my tongue and gently sucking at it. Penny came violently, and I did not manage to prevent my face or suit getting messed up in the process.

I felt her hand between my legs, finding me hard again.
“Would you like to fuck me on more of my furniture, or relocate to the bedroom.”
“I gathered her in arms again. Just tell me where to go.”
“That’s the spirit, and Rupert if tomorrow either of us can walk properly we have done something wrong.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“I knew you would say that.” she smiled.

The end.

[RapeU]

Damn, this was hot and it was only oral sex! You've left me with wanting more. Really liked the banana tease too.

[Shocker]

A little bit of fun for the German speaking part of the community. I would be lying if I didn't say that this heavily inspired the story.

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[Shocker]

Damn, this was hot and it was only oral sex! You've left me with wanting more. Really liked the banana tease too.

I'm not good with consensual stories, but I can work around if both sides like it rough.

[AdmiralPiet]

Well written as always.

But I stumbled over one thing:

She fumbled with the zipper, and released my manhood into the cold night air.

Are they not inside?

[Shocker]

Well written as always.

But I stumbled over one thing:

She fumbled with the zipper, and released my manhood into the cold night air.

Are they not inside?

Either I screwed up or she is cheap and didn’t run central heating

[HistBuff]

Lagavulin scotch, a blonde in a black dress, the Big Bend in the background. The atmosphere was stylish. The choice of depicting oral sex only was a valid one, and you left the actual sex up to the reader's imagination by just letting it happen "off screen". A rare story of yours on the consensual side!

[Shocker]

Lagavulin scotch, a blonde in a black dress, the Big Bend in the background. The atmosphere was stylish. The choice of depicting oral sex only was a valid one, and you left the actual sex up to the reader's imagination by just letting it happen "off screen". A rare story of yours on the consensual side!

Thank you very much, I'm not sure if I have written more than one or two consensual erotic stories. Glad you liked the setting.