Dating as a young woman in Fort Lauderdale is fraught with challenges to say the least, and I grew up here. I've ran the gauntlet and would meet guys through college or the clubs and wasn't having a whole lot of luck. Guys here are whores, chauvinist or just entitled, but if we're being honest, they are just simple creatures. I don't know where the chivalry our parents generation practiced is, but the times have changed. The pendulum has swung wildly since our parent's day and that combined with the resurgence of the feminist movement, these guys should be thankful that we women haven't embraced our own 4B movement. I'm not quite there yet and thought i'd give online dating a try. I found even that to be so superficial and basic because everyone is just pretending to be what they think everyone else is expecting that nobody online could honestly be themselves; so I swiped left a lot. It is really a crap shoot, and it ultimately boils down to who is aesthetically appealing enough to swipe right on.
I did end up swiping right on this one guy that aesthetically checked all my boxes. Six four, raven haired but also Superman like if he were a bad boy. He was sharp, square jawed, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes. He was every bit the young professional; he had style and an inherent grace, and I'm sure he was either always working, working out, or fucking. He was so much what I wanted a man to look like, that all I read about him was that he split his time between here and NYC, a finance bro working with a real estate hedge fund, or something another, and did I mention that he is so f'n carnal. Like I said, strictly from the looks department, I wanted him to check my box, but there was something else about him besides the fact that he was as hot as all get out. No it wasn't my hot pocket talking, but I felt compelled to take my chances, and threw the dice by swiping right.
Still being a man after all, I felt I knew what to expect while hoping for more, but I didn't have any expectations besides what I had grown to be accustomed. I'm a female with a heartbeat after all, and just so happen to be gifted with the right genes; I'm six feet with heels, and naturally lean but with just the right curves, and most women automatically hate me off the bat before they even get to know me, and they rarely even try, so there's that. Guys on the other hand always seem to be attracted to me like flies on shit whether I want it or not. I'm jaded by my experiences, and I won't settle because I have a father that set the bar unreasonably high, but it is always good to have goals. So James, as it were, matched with me, and we planned on meeting up at a trendy local spot we were both familiar with, and he tried to arrange to meet that night because he had a small window and had to travel, but I told him I needed a minute, and that we'd meet the following night. He threw me for a loop when he asked me if he could call me directly, because he hates online chat or text, which impressed me enough to say yes, and we ended up speaking for quite a while, and again there was something about this man that intimidated me while making me feel safe at the same time. He did tell me he pushed his appointment so that we could meet the following evening.
Did I mention that he is carnal af, like drop my panties carnal, and I can't even bore you with minutiae of the date. Yeah we ate a little, drank a lot, and even did some bump and grinding on the dance floor while it was plane obvious that we both were just buying time for a nightcap. I'd usually vet my dates for a few weeks before even considering being intimate, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other. You know what this smooth mother fucker did right off the bat? Within the first few minutes of us meeting, he asked if he could kiss me. He gave me some line about be nervous, and that it would really help break the ice, or something to that effect, because I stopped listening when I first laid eyes on him. I only heard something about a kiss, and then hyper focused on his beautiful full lips, and you know what I said? Nothing, and initiated a kiss post haste. You also know what, he was right; I certainly wasn't nervous any longer, and just horny as fuck, because his kiss sent chills to my heels. His freshly smooth shave, and the delicious smell of his aftershave combined with the dexterity he shown me with his gifted mouth had me counting the seconds until we could perform further drug trials on my other lips.
I found myself levitating up towards his kiss, and yeah looking up was a nice change. He is tall and seemed even larger in real life. That first kiss sealed my fate. When we locked lips, he also cupped my face with his obnoxiously large but soft hands to make sure I wouldn't get away, as if. He committed too; he captured my head, and then proceeded to lick the inside of my lips before our tongues met in a slow dance, while he seemed to literally suck my soul out through our kiss like some voodoo magic. Even my loins were swiping right, up and down at that point, and like I mentioned, from then on, were were both just going through the ropes and biting our time until we were biting other things. I know this all sounds like all rainbows and unicorns, but remember, this was all in the first few minutes. We entertained the "date", but we could not keep our hands off each other the whole time. He was either smooth as fuck or just raised right, because he instinctively opened doors, pulled chairs and protected me in little ways like moving me to the inside of the sidewalk, or by creating space in crowds, and I just felt so safe under his watch. We eventually both gave up on waiting, and he asked me if "I would like to come over to his place and fuck"; yeah, just like that; and I said yeah, just like that. He insisted that he get our tab and that we'd leave our cars there and Uber to his place. It was a quick ride to his penthouse downtown, and even the elevator was a hell of a ride.
His door man was Johnny-on-the-spot, opening doors and calling the elevator, but when the elevator doors closed, it was on. I don't know if it was the long islands or just his pheromones, but a sister was taking initiative. I was trying to molest this man right then and there, and was pulling his magnificent specimen of a cock through his slacks like Quasimodo in the tower pulling the rope to ring those bells. I was talking gangs of shit and told him how I couldn't wait to have him in my mouth, to which he challenged, "so what is stopping you"? Can you believe the balls on this guy?! There were mirrors on the side walls of the elevator and a camera in the corner, so yeah, I positioned him to where he would be blocking the camera, and dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants, and I fished his cock out of his fly. I have never seen a more beautiful cock in all my life. He was on the forty-sixth floor, but I barely had enough time to test my gag reflexes because I was admiring how this stag was hung and how it looked halfway down my throat in the mirrors. I'm certainly no novice and take great pride in my oral skills, and I'll keep our mirrored reflection of me on my knees singing into his hot mic a mental picture for the rest of my life. When the elevator doors opened, neither of us flinched as he just held the door open, holding it there so that I could continue playing with my new toy. It is such a pretty cock, as thick as my wrist, roped in thick veins and enough dick there to wax while still taking him to the back of my throat. With one arm holding the door and the other softly driving at the back of my head, it wasn't long before I was drooling all over the place like a giant saint bernard. I then used it to pull myself up, and like a gentleman, he wiped my drool from my mouth and chin before he kissed me, again running his tongue on the inside of my lips and asking if it was his turn?
His place was impressive and I had to rubberneck to take it all in as he dragged me through to the master suite like Captain Caveman. Everything was immaculate and I was surprised that I didn't notice earlier those little telling details. With his expensive and perfectly pressed fit, soft, manicured hands, his tapered neckline, and on point eyebrows, there wasn't ever a hair out of place, and when he peeled his shirt off, I noticed that he didn't have any body hair, and was smooth as a baby's butt. I think I have more hair on my chest than he, but marone, he is so cut and lean that he looked like a damn Arabian horse, which added up with all that he is packing. He picked up some points when he took us into his master bath, and started the shower before undressing us. I love an OCD guy when it comes to cleanliness, and not to mention, his shower was amazing! It had two rain showers, a bench the length of it and even had a fucking Roman tub at the other end of the shower. Around the wall, yeah he had a partition wall separating the shower and toilet and he even had a bidet as well. Sorry got carried away, but his place was custom, like him.
He undressed me like a gentleman, and even folded my clothes as he did which was a little unnerving, but that could've been because I was so f'n horny. He made up for it by getting nekkid first, and as he went down on bended knee and pulled down my panties, he kissed my hot mound, and inhaled me like a bouquet before pushing his nose in between my lips and up, using the cartilage in his nose to massage my growing nub. He then picked up one of my legs over his strong shoulder, before spreading pussy with his face. I held onto the glass so that I could watch him without falling down. He wasn't just any novice, and had some training because after bringing me to my first much anticipated orgasm, he noticed the one leg left standing was beginning to shake, so he picked me up and brought me into the the shower. I was already steamy, but the shower was refreshing and he bathed me from head to toe, and every nook and cranny inbetween. I still had needs and it wasn't helping watching his lance of a hard cock swinging around like Snuffleupagus; so I asked him to fuck me like he promised. He asked "did I"? and I said, "something to that effect". He kissed me heatedly and said "fair enough" before turning me to face towards the glass, pulling an arch in my ass and sliding that magical cock inside me. I was so wet for him that there wasn't anything slowing him down except for the fact that I had to hold my breath and breathe into it because I needed to stretched to accommodate him. I braced myself as he bounced off my ass and shook the glass until bringing me to a much more substantial climax than the first, and peeling me off the glass and back into his chest for another still hungry kiss.
I thought he might had finished, and was pleasantly surprised when I felt him back out of me slowly before his still raging cock raked up to my quiet place before bouncing pass my ass and slapping him in the stomach. I thought to myself that just won't do, and pushed him back to the bench to sit down. He tried to pull me in to straddle him but momma needed a breather and I wanted to show him my own version of CPR. Did I mention that he was nekkid as a mole rate? I couldn't believe how smooth it all was; I mean I get a five o'clock shadow if I get goosebumps. I have to admit that I was impressed that I could take him so deep. I was smashing my nose into his pelvis and never had anyone be able to withstand that kind of onslaught before, and I became even more than determined to break him. You remember how I mentioned doing things that some might find too risque? Well while I was going to town, I noticed his quiet place was bald as well and somehow I found him receptive to some anal play. It was a risk, that I've never taken before with anyone else besides myself, but like I said, I was determined, so I used a little soap to rim him and boy was he responsive. He soon started cursing like a sailor and even scooted down to give me better access. His expressive response just made me more excited, and I was knuckle deep pressing at his g-spot until he literally exploded after doubling in size. He warned me manically that he was going to cum, and that is was my intent. I swallowed his cock as he came in hot, and deep in my throat. Now he was the one shaking and jerking as I milked the last of his salty goodness onto my tongue before he pulled me up for a more sated and softer kiss. I knew I put it on him good, and didn't think we were going to have an encore, so I started to think about calling an Uber back to my car when he asked if i'd stay the night? He said he could push his meeting again and that his older brother/business partner would understand, so that we could have the whole weekend. That was a few months ago, so we'll see how it goes.
Happy Hump Day!
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