First Date Blows

Thank You to Persona for editing :)

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What am I doing here, I asked myself for the hundredth time, as I sat in the dinning room of the nicest restraint I had ever seen. Who liked blind dates anyway? I never have and never will, but here I was, waiting on the woman my friend had hooked me up with.

Hands getting sweaty. I looked at the door, pondering once more if I should rush out and leave. Sure my friends would call me every name in the book, but at least then I wouldn't have to pretend to really like some girl that I haven't even seen yet, let alone pretend to cared what she had to say.

Even if I did get lucky, how would I go about sex? I was a big 26 year old virgin. One that was so afraid of anyone finding out that I had never even worked up the courage to walk into an adult sex store. I had always imagined my first time with another virgin, someone who knew just as much as I did. But sadly I knew that's not how it would be. I knew my friend, if anything this woman would be too experienced for me. It was sad and I felt pitiful, but not enough to like blind dating.

Damn it . . . I should just leave.

Just as I was about to get to my feet, a woman so hot, that fire looked like it would be jealous, came through the door. With long black hair, dark red lipstick, and a skin tight black dress that stopped just under her tight ass, the woman was beautiful. Too beautiful to be looking at me like she was right now, or walking to my table.

"Oh God don't let this be her" I didn't want to have to explain to her, how the way she just looked at me, almost made me cum in my nicely fitted jeans. Not good, not good at all. When she finally made it to my table, her eyes never leaving mine, she asked the question I had been hoping for and dreading, "Keith Swisher?"

"Beverly Gray?" I said, eyebrows rising as she sat down with a little laugh. Her laugh was nice, low, and calm. Not like my laugh, a little high with fear and nervousness, too fast to sound anything but stupid at the moment. Stopping my laugh short so not to embarrass myself further, I spit out the first thing that came to me, "Nice to meet you."

So lame, I should have said something funny.

Giving a small smile she looked me over, her eyes making me hotter and hotter with each pass. She made me feel like she could see under the table and under my clothing.

"You too."

As the date went on with a little more ease than it had started with, I started with the questions that always came with blind dating. "So how do you know, Ashton?" She looked up from her menu with a big smile, placing her menu down in front of her. She leaned closer, her breasts looking bigger as she leaned over the table and said.

"I could show you better than I can tell you."

Her voice was so hot, so promiscuous that it mesmerized me, so much so that I hadn't even realized I had said yes, until she was under the table. Before I could ask what she was doing, Beverly had my jeans unzipped and her hands around my cock.

I gasped as my nuts got tighter and my nails dug into the hard wood of the table. I had to tell myself to breathe as she moved her hand up and down my dick. What was happening? Why was this woman, I had just met, giving me a hand job in the middle of dinner. Shit, dinner hadn't even started yet.

Wasn't there a certain way to go about this? Shouldn't she have waited until dessert or something, hell was there a blow job etiquettes? My mouth opened in a slow "O" as she started to play with my balls, leaving pleasure inside me. A pressure in my balls started to build up, telling me, my release was close at hand, but I didn't want to cum too fast, I didn't want it to end yet.

When she finally took me in her wet mouth, I almost jumped out of my seat, and the pressure in my cock started to build up again, readying itself to cum in her hot mouth.

"Sir . . . Sir are you okay?" Opening my eyes with shock, I looked up at my waitress who was looking down at me with concern on her face.

"Yeah," I said, my voice higher than a man's voice should be, but I could no less stop my voice from rising and falling than I could stop Beverly from moving her hot mouth faster and faster on my shaft.

"What would you be having today?"

Why, why, why now? Why did she have to come now, damn it all to hell, should I cum now? Would it be good or bad? "I-I'll h-have the—the, fuck," my nails dug deeper into the wood of the table as she rolled her tongue on the tip of my dick. "I-I just want water," I was groaning now, not caring that the waitress was giving me looks.

"And for her?" the waitress asked, making me look up at her with shock and fear. That is until I realized that the waitress didn't know what was going on under the table. She asked me because she had shown Beverly to the table earlier. I was happy that our little fun would keep going, even as my toe curled.

"S—she'll have the—the Salad," I hissed as her teeth ran gently across my cock (I think it would be funny if she bit his cock lol). Either Beverly wanted this woman to leave, or she didn't like the order I just placed for her. "Steak, she would like a steak." A flow of sensations ran up my body as she lightly licked the vein in my dick.

"And would you like wine with that?" The waitress asked happily, like she could talk forever, but all I wanted her to do was shut the fuck up and walk away.

"Yes!" I bit into my lip, trying hard not to scream when she did something with her tongue that made my balls tingle. I knew I was about to cum, about to end this game of pleasure she had started.

"And what kind would you like?"

"Just let me cu—! I mean let me have the cheapest." Beverly gave his cock a little bit making a quick mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through me. "Expensive wine you have!" I half yelled at the waitress, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head, as I licked where her teeth had once been. Beverly moved faster on my dick and than her hot mouth sucked harder as she readied herself to take my seed.

"Will that be all?"

My orgasm hit, it hit so hard and heavy that I started to see spots, my orgasm was like hot liquid fire, and it made me cry out as she kept sucking at me, electricity move through me as my body tightened with pleasure.

"Are you all right?" The waitress next to me grabbed my arm then , making me jump out of my seat, yelling "Yes!"