The Magic of Dating – A Day of Love

“Hello, Aura. I’m here, but I don’t see you.”

“I’m on the platform. Now I’m off the train. I don’t see you either.”

“There! I saw you; I’m coming to you.”

We finally found each other. She smiled discreetly, her emotions overwhelming her even though she didn’t want to show it, but she didn’t refuse my brief kiss on the lips. She welcomed the next one with love. I grabbed her hand, and we headed for the nearest exit to catch a cab. That’s when I noticed something about her.

Her hands were cold, even though it was quite warm outside. The strong emotions had caused her anxiety, which she felt in her hands. In the taxi, we learned that from the multiple emotions and thoughts, the last two nights, she had a restless sleep. She had worried enough about our first date. We had seen each other online, but it wasn’t the same as being next to each other. Though we talked often on the phone, I could feel the emotion in her voice every time.

I liked her from the pictures I saw immediately. Even now, I couldn’t tell otherwise, in reality. Slender body, dressed like a teenager, looked great on her slender body. Tight pants, rolled up to her calf, a pair of sneakers and a multicoloured, slightly sheer blouse. All the way to the hotel, I felt her cold hands clenched in mine. We didn’t bother to kiss in front of the driver. I just wanted her to enjoy my company. In the room, nervous and very stressed, I tried to reassure her that we didn’t need to rush into anything.

We had all the time in the world. Embracing, we kissed, lips pressed passionately over each other. I invited her up to bed, still dressed. To reassure her, I wanted us to sit next to each other, cuddling, kissing, hoping that by doing so, I would be able to take away some of her emotions. Caresses on her cheek and body followed, but she was in no mood. She looked like she was on pins and needles, and that she couldn’t find peace. I liked that she took the initiative, kissed me on the neck, undid a few buttons on my shirt, and kissed me on my chest.

I asked her to continue with the shirt. After stripping off the shirt, I helped her take off her multicoloured blouse. The bright, red bra covered her small breasts. In her pants, I left her on. I couldn’t have done it on my own. In the meantime, I stripped off my pants, too, remaining just in my panties. I had made her a promise that I would put a red bow on my penis for fun, especially for our date, and she was on a mission to undress me, but I didn’t have time to look in stores.

“It’s not the bow that’s important; it’s the object to which it was attached,” I told her at one point, and she agreed.

Both of us were almost naked, she in her bright red bra and panties, me in just my panties, in the middle of the room, kissing each other in an embrace. Eventually, I unhooked her bra and helped her take it off. I grabbed her small breasts with my hand. She was worried I wouldn’t like her breasts, knowing I liked big breasts. I couldn’t wait to taste them. Still nervous, stressed, always in a hurry.

“I should get dressed in the underwear I brought specially for you,” she said hurriedly, then wanted to go to her bag, but I caught her in the middle and glued her to me.

“There’s no hurry, be patient, we take things slowly. Trust me!”

“Yes,” she replied, but it was a yes said out of instinct, and it didn’t change anything in her reaction.

I turned her back to me, held her in my arms and kissed her shoulders and neck. I leaned down, kissing her back. My tongue glided slowly over her body. Reaching her panties, I pulled them down as I kissed her buttocks. I could hear her moaning. I tugged at them, seeking to reach her pussy with my mouth.

“Wait, I didn’t take a shower!”

“Okay. Let’s shower; you go in first or do you want me to come in?”

“No, first I go.”

Although I approved, I stripped down to my underwear shortly after and went after her into the bathroom. She didn’t object when she saw me. I love freshly waxed pussy. Between her legs, you could just see the fine cleft between her labia. Immediately, I pressed myself to her. A kiss on the lips, then on the neck. She turned her back to me. I continued kissing her shoulder, then further down her back until I got to her buttocks. A few sighs came out of her mouth. I wanted to kiss her pussy again, I barely touched her labia with my tongue, but she insisted she wanted to wash up, she was still stressed. … . …

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