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What can I say about Steven?  He’s nice, maybe too nice.  He’s tall, gaunt but with an athlete’s build, has a swarthy almost Mediterranean complexion, and works for himself as landscaper and home remodeling contractor.  Being single generally means that I can do what I want, when I want, and I have nobody to answer to.  I love it and wouldn’t trade it for the world.  The only downside is that if you’re a single female, you also have friends that look upon your being unattached as some form of curse or disease that they will try to ‘cure’ for you.And that’s how I met Steven.  One of my friends has just moved in with her new beau.  Because she’s all a-flutter with those sweet sticky romantic feelings that accompany moving in with somebody, she felt the need to fix me up with a friend of her boyfriend; the aforementioned Steven.  Steven the nice… Steven the too nice.  For me, it’s kind of hit or miss if I decide to go on any particular blind date.  I agreed to go because of the dry spell I’ve been having the past couple of months.  Don’t get me wrong, I can find a man any time I want, I just hadn’t found any that did it for me. Plus, I’ve noticed that I have a curse about me.  Any time I find myself a potential mate it seems that immediately after I sleep with them they find their true love.  My friend Liz has begun calling me “Good Luck Krys” after the Good Luck Chuck movie!But I was in a dry spell.  I found lots of men that I wouldn’t mind sleeping with, even went out to dinner with one and to a club with another.  Ultimately none of them did it for me.  So I agreed to meet Steven.  I don’t know if it is because I’m a hopeful romantic at heart, or just because I was really craving the feel of a hard cock slamming into my wetness… probably a little of one and more of the other.  Nonetheless, I agreed to meet Steven on a blind date at a restaurant.I didn’t know exactly what to wear, which seems to be a recurring theme with me.  Not wanting to look like I was merely meeting him to have sex, I decided on a demure frilly long green gypsy skirt and a tasteful, yet sexy, cream colored pullover shirt.  We met at a typical steak house type place early on Saturday evening.  He was there before me and greeted me warmly.   I won’t bore you with all the details of the evening, but I will say that I got plenty of admiring stares from the staff and some of the patrons.  Steven was nice and on his best behavior.  He was dressed well, but not dressy.  He wore nice black denim pants, casual shoes, and a light blue button down shirt.  We did share many common interests so the conversation went well to the point that we both ignored our bailout calls and laughed about that.  During the evening I steered the conversation towards sex time and time again.  While he would speak with candor about some things, he remained on his best behavior…and nice.  Steven was charming, but not Prince Charming.  After dinner, he walked me out to my car.  I invited him to my place for ‘some wine’ and even thrust my breasts out and gave him my ‘take me now’ look so he’d get the message.  Either he didn’t or he just wasn’t interested.  I took his reluctance to get me nude as well as I could and asked him if he’d like another evening with me.  He thanked me for not making him ask and we agreed to meet in one week, my treat.  He asked me what I wanted to do and I told him, “Get you drunk and seduce you.”Despite feeling rejected, I had a pleasant dinner with Steven the nice, but not getting any sex out of him made me just want it more.  The drive to my home from the restaurant was maybe a little more than forty five minutes.  As I turned to get into my car Steven very gently grabbed my arm, stopping me.  I turned to face him and he moved in for a kiss.  Steven may be too nice but he certainly knows how to lay a kiss on somebody.Gentle at first, then delicately probing, his lips met mine and soon the rhythm of his kiss was in time to my breathing.  I felt my body heat rise, and I almost chuckled mid-kiss wishing I would have chosen to wear panties that night because I could feel the wetness starting to drip already.  Far too soon, he broke it off, blushing and smiling, wished me a good evening and then walked in the direction he had indicated his car was parked.  I got into my car and immediately thought about fingering myself to orgasm right then and there just to relieve some of the lusty tension that had built up.  It was my own fault I suppose.  I had figured that any guy on a first date would jump at the chance for sex with a hot single redhead.  I was wrong.  I was so certain that I was going to get lucky that I was actually surprised that Steven was so nice… too fucking nice.I didn’t finger myself and get off right then and there.  It had to be at least three minutes later before I hiked my skirt up over my thighs and started rolling my clit in little circles.  Just before my turn off to get out of the city a load of four guys in an SUV pulled up beside me.   I was waiting for the light, as were they.  One of them happened to look down.  I’ll be honest, I was hoping they would. My nipples were so hard Gölbaşı escort bayan you could have seen them even through a metal breastplate.  I had abandoned all pretense of being coy and my legs were spread far enough that there was no doubt as to what I was doing.  I was also humping my fingers which made it obvious that I was fucking myself.Knowing I had an audience made it even hotter for me.  I looked over and all four of them were plastered to the passenger side windows watching me finger myself.  I stopped and smiled and removed my finger from inside of myself and drew a heart on my driver’s side window of my car with my own juices.  As the light changed and I began accelerating onto the on ramp, I blew them kiss and waved at them smiling.I exited the city, still touching myself, and took the long way home through the country roads rather than take the highway most of the way.  It had begun to get dark and by the time I was halfway home I had removed my bra, which is no small trick when you’re driving and alternated between teasing my nipples and then teasing my pussy.  I kept myself on the brink of orgasm the rest of the way home my mind racing back and forth fantasizing about what could have been with Steven and my most polite and appreciative audience in the SUV.  Steven’s loss I guess.  When I got home I left my car in the drive and sat down on a chair on my front porch. Opening my legs to the stars I plunged two fingers of one hand inside of myself and rubbed my clit hard and quick. I came quickly, hard, and loudly; my fantasies somehow combining themselves in my mind.  My orgasm erupted through me as thoughts of Steven taking me while the college boys in the SUV watched and played with themselves.  That night I wore myself out and even burned up one of my vibrators!  I did, however, sleep very well.The next week was filled with work and plans for summer landscaping, making arrangements for a gazebo I wanted, and more work.  Steven texted me exactly three days later, reaffirming our date for the week.  Over the course of the week, our messages become more and more sexual…my fault I did it on purpose.  The day before our next date I sent him a picture of my pussy and told him on no uncertain terms that I expected my date to put out.  He laughed it off.  Steven is so nice…too nice!  When our second date came (pardon the future pun) I found out why.I chose everything perfectly, or so I thought.  I reserved us a place at one of the oriental steak grills where they prepare the meal at your table.  I chose my outfit very carefully.  I wore a medium gray pencil skirt that hugs my figure quite well.  It tapers just perfectly at my hips and hugs my ass.  When I walk it rides up from just a few inches above my knees to mid thigh, and when I sit you can easily see the contours of my legs.  It’s soft, supple, and comfortable and it’s one of those skirts that really can’t wear panties with because the lines will show far too much.  I hardly ever wear underwear, so that is no problem.  On top of that, I chose a flowing ruffled deep emerald green blouse.  It is gorgeous.  The cuffs end in lacy bells and the front has vertical ruffles.  Just a little bit of plunge at the neck shows off good cleavage but not enough to make it look intentional.  The fabric is satiny but opaque.  With me deciding to go braless as well, the top looked amazingly sexy.  When I walked the jiggle of my breasts was enough to entice but not so obvious as to be slutty.  Now I like what most people would call slutty outfits, but this wasn’t the time.  I was looking for hot sex, not a wild gang bang.  I did what I like to call my ‘witchy’ makeup to bring out my green eyes and my high cheek bones, and chose a nice slightly orangish red lipstick to accentuate my red hair.I made the drive into the city the pick Steven up.  He was dressed much the same as the last time.  He was ready and waiting for me when I got there.  He was such the gentleman and held the door for me as I got in.  He got into the passenger seat and we had pleasant chat to the Japanese grill. The whole time I was bringing up sex and how horny I was.  Now, if you talk to just about any guy, he’ll tell you that he likes sexually aggressive women…not all really do; some get scared off by this.  Steven was a trooper.  I could tell that our talk was having an effect on him.  He looked really nervous as we were talking.  My innuendo was getting to him.  As we approached the place I had reserved at, I went to put a hand on his thigh and ‘accidentally’ brushed my hand over his cock.  It was already hard.  When my fingers glanced over his shaft you’d think that I had just shocked him with high voltage.  I felt it practically jump at my light touch and he let out a cross between a moan and long sigh.  I glanced over smiling and saw his whole body quiver slightly.  That had the effect of pushing my arousal into high gear.We pulled into the parking lot and Steven had his door open quickly.  He jumped out of the car and more or less jogged over to my door.  Knowing that he was all hard over me made Escort Keçiören me feel wanted, desired, wanton and naughty.  When he pulled open my door I swung my legs out in an exaggerated fashion, knowing that it would make my skirt ride up to the top of my thighs.  My coy maneuver was not unnoticed, and his eyes went straight up my legs to my now exposed bare pussy.  I looked at him and his face was visibly red and he had a nice bulge showing in his groin.  I stayed that way for a few seconds, allowing him to drink it all in.  I pretended that I didn’t notice and took his still outstretched hand and stood up making a show of straightening my skirt.We went in and were immediately seated.  It was perfect timing.  There were four others seated around the table, and the waitress, complete in a kimono, was taking everyone’s drink orders.   We were seated on the far left edge of the table.  Where we were there were only two seats, one for me and one for my date.  Although the table could seat about a dozen people, there were only six others.  A nice looking young couple, probably in their twenties, was seated at the other end of the table across from us.  There were two other couples all about the same age seated along the long side of the table right by them.  They obviously all knew each other as they were conversing amongst themselves with that familiarity that only friends have.  This seating arrangement gave Steven and me about half the table length between them and us.We were tucked into a corner by the back wall.  There was a wall to my right and directly behind me.  To the left of our end of the table was an ornate pillar. Because we were so far back and almost walled off it felt like we were our own little alcove even though there were six other people about ten feet away from us.  Our drinks came, and I started on my only drink of the evening; I was driving.  We both quickly looked over the menu and ordered our dishes.  In no time the chilled salads arrived and Steven and I talked as we ate.Between the salad and the Miso soup, I allowed my left hand to drop and slowly started caressing his thigh.  Steven immediately got nervous.  The air conditioning kicked on and it was then that I noted that we were right below one of the vents.  Although the day had been unseasonably hot, the night air was already cool.  The AC had the effect of giving me little goosebumps all up and down my torso.  My nipples began to stand right out.  A quick glance at my chest revealed what I already knew.  Even seated it was obvious that I was braless.  Steven was concentrating on sipping his soup, but the guy at the other end of the table was staring right at my tits.  His girlfriend (I assume she was) was laughing over something with one of the other girls.  I gave him a devilish smile and turned to my wine.  As I sipped, I straightened up allowing my already hard nipples to press against the fabric.  I had to turn so the guy wouldn’t see me laugh as he dropped his fork.Our chef came and was quite entertaining.  As the preparation of the meal progressed, I allowed my hand to wander up to Steven’s cock.  I could feel the hardness and was looking forward to having him.  At one point the chef was flipping pieces of shrimp into the patrons’ mouths.  When he flipped one towards me he missed my mouth completely (his only miss of the evening) and it went right down my shirt.  “Lucky Shrimp,” he laughed and everyone else had a chuckle.  I unashamedly reached down my shirt and fished it out.  I made sure to jiggle a bit more than necessary. The remainder of the meal preparation was enjoyable and I received more than my fair share of appreciative stares.  Close to the end of the meal Steven looked at me and asked me if I was wearing a bra at all.  I laughed and pushed my breasts out so the outlines of the swells of my breasts could easily be seen under my top.  I had been gently stroking his cock throughout the entire meal.  I wanted to make sure that he knew what I wanted. I smiled at his question.  “No,” I said.  “And I’m sure you noticed that I’m not wearing any panties either.”  As I said that to him I reached under the table with my right hand and pulled his hand under my skirt.  The lusty stares I had been getting all night had made me feel even more desired and wanton; that always makes my juices flow.  At the exact second that his fingers touched my very wet mound, I felt his cock twitching fast.  Then I heard Steven stifle a moan with a cough as a warm wet feeling enveloped my hand.  Poor Steven had cum in his pants.  The thought that somebody found me so hot that would cum just by barely touching my lips made me want to take him on the table right then and there.Steven was obviously embarrassed.  I’d like to say that the night ended up even hotter, but it did not.  He was so embarrassed that he immediately wanted to leave.  So I quickly paid our bill, leaving a nice tip as he nearly ran out to my car, leaving me all alone.  I decided to have some fun since I was so hot and bothered right now.  The feelings of empowerment and lust over making Kızılay escort him jizz himself at the table were rolling through me like thunder.    I ‘accidentally’ dropped my handbag when I got up and turned to pick it up.  I bent over slowly at the waist, hardly bending my knees, until I could reach it.  I felt the cool air rise up the backs of my exposed thighs and knew that by ass was barely covered.  I then straightened up and my skirt, as I mentioned before, had ridden up to the very tops of my thighs.  I turned towards the door and did my sexy walk to the exit.  I saw just about every guy in the place staring at me on the way out.Poor Steven was waiting at my car when I exited. I unlocked the doors and he got right in; so much for Mr. Nice Guy.  Before I could tell him how hot I thought it was Steven began blubbering about how he has always had this problem and how ashamed he is of it.  He seemed on the verge of tears when he asked me to drive him home.  I did as he asked and tried to explain to him how sexy it was to know that I can turn him on so much that he can cum from so little.  It did not bolster his confidence any.I dropped my date off and decided to stop by a coffee shop that I go to every now and then.  I prefer the little boho independent one by my store, but this one was just a little off my route home.  It was packed by a bunch of Hipster types but I managed to get a small one-chair table by the window.   I sipped a caramel mocha iced affair while I watched the weekend revelers pass by.  I was about halfway through my cup when I noticed a lone guy seated across the dining area from me.  He was doing some sort of work on a small laptop but mostly kept his eyes riveted on me. I discreetly kept an eye on my admirer as I sipped and eventually noted that he would run his eyes from my legs up to my breasts and then my face and back down again.  Every time my head would turn in his direction he’d quickly glance back to his laptop.  I looked out the window again but kept my concentration on his reflection.  After a few seconds, I caught him again looking at my hair and could sense more than see his stare devouring my breasts.  My still hard nipples grew even more prominent at the thought of being the object of his lechery.  I slowly spread my legs feeling the tight fabric ride up and spread.  Sure enough, his glance went down and I saw his mouth open agape when he realized that he had a straight view to my nude and still dripping pussy.  This time when I turned to look at him he didn’t pull his gaze away from between my thighs; he didn’t even notice until a few seconds later.  This time when he finally raised his head he saw me smiling at him seductively and he quickly pulled his gaze away, a mask of shame from being caught on his face.  I laughed aloud and put some cash down to pay for my latte.  I strutted over to him and he pretended to be engrossed in his computer.  I bent over and he glanced up at me with a very nervous and very guilty look on his face.  I whispered into his ear.  “I hope you enjoyed the show.  I’ll be thinking about you when I fuck myself tonight.”His face went from embarrassed to surprised and he looked me up and down.  “Wow,” was all he said as I turned and walked out feeling the heat of his stare on my ass.  I thought about inviting him outside for a dirty nasty quickie in an alley or something but dismissed the notion almost as soon as it came to me.  I went to my car, receiving two cat-calls from passerby’s along the way and pulled out into the night traffic.  Taking the long way home, I pulled over about fifteen minutes into the drive and took off my top and rode the rest of the way home topless with my skirt pulled up.  I got five appreciative horn honks but otherwise had no real adventures on the way home.  However, if you ever have the chance to drive at night with a cool breeze flowing over your nude body; the experience is liberating and oh so naughty.When I got home I didn’t bother pulling my top back on but instead stripped nude except for my sandals and walked around the house to the back door.  I let myself in and grabbed a nice bottle of fruity Pinot Noir.  I didn’t bother with a wine glass.  I strolled out of the house, still nude, and wandered through my garden and decided that since I had some money saved up that I wanted to put a gazebo in the back area by the wall.  I then sat on one of the benches and thought about the evening.  I am by no means afraid or ashamed to admit that I am a very sexual creature.  I understand that my biggest turn on is being wanted and when I get into a sexy mood I am an attention whore.  I definitely got the attention I was wanting this evening; just not the final result.  Between my admirers at dinner, Steven coming in his pants as I placed his fingertips on my pussy, and my avid fan at the coffee shop I was in high heat.  I got up and moved a few paces onto a bed of grass and teased my clit to orgasm with the neck of the bottle.  My orgasm was lusty and strong.  I moaned and swore loudly as my hips bucked in the dewy grass.  As the quakes subsided within my body, I realized that as strong as that orgasm was, it had merely whetted my appetite for more.  I got up and walked into the front yard grabbing a blanket from my car.  I paused to fold my crumpled clothes and place them on the hood and then danced my way to the top of the swell in my front yard and lay down on the blanket.

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