First Date

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We aren’t coworkers but work in the same building and see each other daily, and at least two or three times a day in passing: in the lobby, in an elevator, the mail-room, parking lot, etc.

There’s always time for a friendly “Hi” and a “Bye” with a friendly smile… and she smells amazing whenever she stands near me, or when she walks on by me— I love how her feet make all her shoes look and sound so good: her feet are very relaxed and poised, they look very soft and sweet …very sexy as she stands, or when she walks.

Teresa also has boyfriend…

Fortunately, Teresa’s boyfriend—who will remain nameless and faceless—doesn’t work here; and so, her smells and her walks, and her smiles and her voices, will remain forever priceless.

A coworker of hers is going out with my best friend Cliff. Cliff and Jennifer live in an apartment in the city, not far from Teresa’s apartment (who also lives with her boyfriend). Having recently separated and going through a divorce, I live in an apartment on the other side of the city, about 30 minutes from all of them.

Cliff and Jennifer know I like Teresa (and so does Teresa, actually) and invited a few friends (and their partners, if any) over for dinner and drinks. There’s a total of eight people at the party: Cliff and Jennifer, two other couples, and Teresa and me. Her boyfriend, “isn’t able to be here because he’s working nights this week” she tells us, and looks at me.

“Hi Teresa, you look so different, look so nice in denim… sorry I’m not able to meet your friend tonight”

“Thanks so much Ian! …office clothes make us all look and behave differently. And yeah, he’s not much of a social-butterfly anyway, so his working all night tonight is good I guess…maybe some other time you’ll meet him. Maybe you’ll invite us to your place?”

“Yeah that’ll be great! Let me know when he’s working nights again”

And she just smiled at me.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way… I’m sure I’ll get to meet him one day”

“Sure. But not at night… I’m thirsty.” and she took her denim jacket off, adjusted her tucked-blouse in her matching denim skirt, and straightened her tousled bangs and hair, slightly.

“Take your shoes off and feel at home…can you hang that in the closet for her Ian? Thanks.” Jennifer said, and Teresa handed me her jacket.

We all mingled and chit-chatted with some drinks and bits of snacks. Jennifer had baked two large dishes of lasagna for us and told us to save our appetite for dinner. “But feel free to drink...” Cliff said, looking at the spiked-punch bowl and bottles of beer and wine, “…Uber’s on me, if you need it.”

Everyone enjoyed the evening. I was finally able to spend time being near Teresa other than standing in an elevator. She really is very pretty. And she’s pretty funny. And she loves to eat. She’s been with her boyfriend for a while, but didn’t want to talk about him much. But she loves to get to know about others. Very curious about so many things. And her pink lips look great… even on her red wine glass! I wish she would stand up and walk around so I could see her pretty toes and feet again. I didn’t ask her that though. But maybe I’ll ask her when I have a party at my place… “is the beer good? I might have one next”, she said, and reached for my beer glass, took a sip, and put it back down, marked with some lipstick. Now the glass looked so good... “Have another sip” I said, and she did.

It was around 11:15 that night when the last Uber left with the two couples. Teresa and me helped clean up, and Cliff said we’re welcome to stay the night: Teresa can sleep in the guest room and I can crash on the sofa. And we can leave early or sleep in since it’s a Saturday tomorrow and we’re off.

Because I hadn’t been drinking much, I offered to drop her off at her place and head home, and she can come get her car with her boyfriend later on Saturday, and she agreed.

We thanked them and said bye, and got to my car parked on the street in front of their apartment building. The downtown's night was much quieter now, but now also had a very cool breeze.

“I love October’s light air! It’s my favourite month of the year.”

“I enjoy cooler temps too. And they’re really good for driving. Get so much better engine performance and efficiency because it’s denser than the warmer stuff.”

“Where do you live? How far from here?”

“Not far, just past Scarborough… almost a farming countryside.”

“Let’s go for a drive there, and you can show me your place too… do you have anything to drink at home?”

“I think so.”

What!?! Wasn’t expecting company. Certainly not hers.
I hoped I cleaned up enough for her to see the apartment. It’s pretty empty, but still…

“I want to move from where we live” she said as we drove past the city lights, and in towards the countryside.

“With your boyfriend?”

“Haven’t told him. I doubt he wants to ever move …so maybe if your place is clean enough I can just come visit you”

“I’ll make sure I go to the washroom as soon as we arrive then.”

“Can I take my shoes off and put my feet up on the seat?”

“Sure. What time does your boyfriend get home in the mornings?”

“7 …sometimes later but he texts if it’s past 7… and then he sleeps.”

“Do you miss him not being beside you in bed at night? When he works nights?”

“Not really. Well, maybe sometimes… Do you miss your wife?”

“Nope. Not anymore… You have very pretty feet.”

“Thanks Ian! You can touch them if you want to, you know” and she took my hand off the steering wheel and put it on her left thigh, just below her denim skirt. I quickly grabbed the wheel back in my left hand and, as she crossed her legs to bring her foot closer to my hand on her thigh, I touched it and gently rubbed her toes, and said, “you have very soft toes.” “You can play with them in your mouth when we arrive before you go to the washroom then” she said with a smile.

I massaged her toes and foot, and rubbed along her thigh and leg as we drove and saw the city lights get dimmer in the rear view mirror. She felt so soft and smooth, and the gentle smell from her tender toes was making me want to get home quicker and bring her feet closer for more.

“Almost there, if you want to put your shoes back on” I let her know as we turned into a street full of houses and some high-rise apartments. It was past midnight and most of them had their lights off. I parked and went to her side and opened the door for her as she was putting her shoes on, and held her hand as she stepped out of the car.

I live on the 10th floor and the elevator was waiting in the lobby for us. We got in and, as the doors shut, Teresa turned to me and said, “this looks safer than our office elevator” and she put her arms around me and brought her mouth to mine for a kiss. I pulled her closer in a firmer embrace and we kissed, and kept kissing while our elevator reached up 10th, opened its door, and began to shut and close. And we kissed and stood embraced as it held in its place.

“Maybe we can just meet here if the apartment isn’t clean.” she finally said, and pressed to open the door and stepped out… and I took her hand to walk her down the hallway to reach 1023, turned the key, and held the door open for her to walk in.

“Sorry, I need to get curtains for those windows”

“You’re on the 10th floor, nobody will see inside... but it’s almost empty.. Where’s all your stuff?”

“Still at the house… gets delivered soon, next week. But I do have a bed, and it’s quite clean… wanna see?”

She liked the sparse bedroom: a bed, side table with a lamp and my phone charging cable, a closet with my clothes hanging neatly and some shoes on its floor, and a small dresser next to my computer table with a laptop, and a chair.

“You should hang a picture on this wall, over here… I can help you go look for something one day”

“That’ll be awesome! I’d love that… can I quickly check the bathroom before i show it?”

“Sure, I’ll wait here”

I went in and closed the door, turned on the light and put the toothbrush back on its hook, put the toilet seat back down, pulled the shower curtain shut across, and adjusted the towel. And checked the floor around the toilet to see if it’s sticky. It’s not. And went back out.

“Do you want to see the bathroom?”

“Can I pee while I’m there?”

“Sure, I’ll wait here” and I went and sat on the bed and plugged my phone in to charge, and scrolled through my emails and messages… and sat and waited for the sound of a flush.

You flush and wash your hands, and come back to say you wiped your wet hands after washing on the only towel that was there, was that okay?

—Yes, it’s fine. Do you want a drink? I was going to grab a beer, but I also have half-a-bottle of red wine.

-We’ll share a beer.

I guess the bathroom visit went well then. I should put a hand towel in there though.

-The bathroom needs a picture hanging on the wall too.
—You know, I was just thinking that.
-I can help you with that as well. Can I take my shoes off? The floor is very clean.

You take your shoes off and leave them by the front door, off to one side, and go sit on the carpet in front of the couch with your back against it as I go get a can of beer from the fridge, and come and sit down beside you and put the beer in front of you on the coffee table “it’s very cold, we’ll let it get to room temperature a bit. I can get you a glass though” “no it’s fine… let it sweat a bit. But can we move this coffee table out of the way so we can lie down?”

We move the table off the carpet and I ask you to wait and I’ll grab some pillows and a blanket for us. There’s enough light coming in through the window so I turn off all the inside lights, and come back to you, sitting in the middle of the carpet with your beer in hand. “I texted to let him know I’m at Jenn’s place for the night, but should be home when he wakes up around 3 in the afternoon. Is it okay to spend the night here with you? You can drive me back to her house and I’ll get my car around 2. I’ll explain it to her later”

“I’m more than ok with that” I said, and she smiled and took a sip, handed me her beer, adjusted the two pillows, laid down under the blanket, and sweetly patted the waiting pillow for me to lay down beside her.

I checked the can of beer for her mark of lipstick, put my mouth over it and took a few sips, put it on the floor above our pillows and off the carpet, laid down and gently brushed my fingers on her lips, and looked in her beautiful eyes and told her how beautiful she is.

—What took you so long to tell me that?
-Your boyfriend. And the fact of how beautiful you are. And I may also be an idiot. But mostly your boyfriend, I think.
—It’s complicated, I know.
-Do you want to talk about it?
—Not right now, no: I want you to play with me.
-I was supposed to play with your toes in my mouth before I went to the washroom.
—Play with me now Ian… I can help you go to the washroom again.

I reached under the blanket and held your boob in my hand and squeezed it and, with my mouth over your other boob, kissed it… and started to unbutton your blouse and open it. Your tits lay under a dark grey bra and you sat up to unhook it, then removed it. I took one tit in my mouth and sucked on your nipple, and reached between your denim skirt and massaged your pussy over your warm panty, and gently finger-fucked the cloth into it, and felt it get wet. You began unbuttoning your skirt and lifted both legs up for me to pull the skirt off you, and told me to show you my cock… “I want to suck on it” you said.

I got on my knees to unbuckle and unbutton, pushed my jeans down to my knees, and took my cock out of my underwear and held it out near your open mouth for you. You turned towards my cock and with your tongue, rubbed the pre-cum around the head and licked it and moaned.

“Take it in your mouth and make it hard for me… I want to fill your sweet pussy with cum and piss after I’ve fucked it” and I shoved my full dick in your mouth up to my balls… and when I squeezed your tits, you started sucking me off. When I turned and laid beside you with my face in your pussy—and pulled your panty off—I could smell your sweat and piss on it… and when I smelled your bushy cunt, I fucked your soft mouth hard.

Having my face between your legs and feeling your warm mouth sucking my cock, I said “keep me like this Teresa, this is my place” …and I heard you moan as your hand pushed my head in further to hold it in between your creamy thighs and legs.

When I felt I was about to cum in your mouth, I pulled out to say “Sorry… but I wanna cum…” and moved myself between your spread legs and looked in your sweet eyes and leaned down to kiss you, and you helped me guide my cock inside your soft and fleshy pussy-lips.

My cock moved in and out as my face was nuzzled between your shoulders and warm and tender neck “I love the smell of your skin so much babe” I said, and felt your warm breasts press against me as you hugged and held me tight over you, thrusting your hips up harder each time my cock went in to fuck you deeper. I put my mouth over yours and licked the lipstick across your tender lips, and leaned down closer to smell your hot and comforting breath, and I felt the cum in my cock coming up to shoot inside you… I raised my upper body up with my arms and started to fuck you harder and deeper, and you said, “you can fuck and cum in me everyday” and I felt your muscles squeeze my cock to shoot and drain inside you.

As my breathing got heavier filling you with cum and piss, you looked at me and smiled… and then we both looked at my cock covered in cum still moving inside you… and I felt your cunt lips gush warm piss on my cock as you squirted it out, screaming softly and moaning.

We kept fucking and hugging and kissing each other leaking our cum and piss on ourselves, and creaming and soaking the carpet. And you looked so sweet and messy and hot and soft… I kissed your lips and neck and smelled your breath again and again, and we said:

“thank you for not going home tonight”

“I’m glad you offered to drive me there”

“i want to drive you everywhere, everyday, and all through the night”

“You might. What if I fall in love with you?”

“i can help you with that, t...” and you held the back of my head and laid it on your chest, and I kissed it.

“I think we’ll need a new carpet too. I can help you when we go shopping for some pictures… do you like Kielbasa?”

“i do… it’s the only thing i know about Poland”

“And now you know me… I can help you learn more Polish”

“let’s go to bed… I’ll get something to clean”

…and I wiped my cock with my hand and the hand on the carpet, got up, and brought back a towel and some soft tissues, and a clean shirt from my closet for her, and gently wiped her as she watched me.

She was smiling when I finished and looked up at her, and she said “we should pick up more towels and tissues as well. Can I get a glass of water for bed?” as she put my shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned.

In the bedroom I put her glass on the night table and asked which side she sleeps on, and I took her other side. It was nice to have her under covers in my bed with me. She told me to rest so we can leave early enough to pick up the things she felt I should have on the walls, and now on the floor as well.

After saying our good nights, she opened her shirt wider, and held and put my head on her chest, and she slept.

She’s so warm… so smooth and soft. And she smells so nice. Maybe we can leave shopping for another day: I just want to wake up in bed and kiss and smell her from her head to her feet and toes. And stick my nose back in her pussy and smell and lick her ass… just then, Teresa turned to lay on her back with one hand above her head, eyes closed and asleep. I looked at her pretty face and put my head and face near her armpit to rest.