© Bad Hobbit
Beth was a little apprehensive as she rang the doorbell. She'd left the overnight bag in the car. She didn't want to seem needy or forward. Then she smiled at the thought. Needy or forward? She'd worn the light coat to come to the door so that no-one else would see the ladder-sided dress she was wearing. The gaps up the side made it clear that she wasn't wearing -- couldn't wear -- anything underneath. The shoes were remarkably comfortable, considering they were her highest and sexiest 'fuck-me' shoes, that she only wore for special occasions. And of course, some big earrings, as well as make up and lippy to complete the look.
Beth had a rule; never fuck on the first date. On the second maybe, depending on the guy -- what he was like, how he behaved, how horny she felt. If there was a third, then clearly both of them would be feeling very comfortable in each other's company. She didn't date teenagers, so both of them would be adults, and it would be time to check sexual, as well as emotional, compatibility.
Jack was nice; really nice. They'd met at a gallery. He'd smiled. She'd smiled back, feeling an attraction that she hadn't with guys recently. Although a mature woman, Beth was still clearly attractive, but sadly she seemed to be attracting the wrong sort of guys. They were either physically unattractive or had the wrong sort of personality; self-obsessed, domineering, or worse -- football fans. Jack was different. He'd asked her opinion about a couple of paintings. They'd chatted pleasantly about the work on display and art in general. Then he'd asked her if she'd like a drink -- and she'd accepted.
Jack was easy company, attentive and considerate. He was interested in her, enquiring about her interests and opinions, and only offering his own when she'd returned the compliment, and then only briefly. He'd suggested a meal in a nice French restaurant. Afterwards he'd kissed her, quite gently, on the lips, and then left the situation hanging. But Beth didn't fuck on the first date.
So next time, they went to the theatre, then afterwards to a lovely, chic little Italian place. Jack had insisted on paying, and Beth had let him. Again, the kiss at the end of the evening, a gentle embrace, a stroke of her bare arm. She could have invited him in, but she still wasn't sure.
So date number three, and it was time. Beth hadn't had an orgasm with a man for several months. Jack wasn't a real hunk, but he was certainly handsome enough and clearly fancied her. She'd made her mind up when he'd invited her to his place for a meal. On the way over, she wondered what sex with Jack would be like. Would he take time for foreplay? Would he be good with his fingers and his tongue? What would he be like to fuck? Would he have a big cock? Whilst that might intrigue some women, Beth's pussy had remained very tight, but not as moist as it once had been. She'd taken the precaution of slipping quite a lot of lube inside her, and putting the dispenser in her handbag. If he was big, would he be gentle?
The prospect of having a new lover's cock inside her after quite a while made her feel increasingly horny. Everyone thought of her as being a shy, strait-laced woman. It's true that she wasn't really into anything very kinky, but she Şişli travesti enjoyed sex as much as anyone, and she loved to come, preferably with a guy rubbing or licking her clit. Sometimes she liked it if a guy finger-fucked her in both holes at the same time. She didn't need penetration -- being fucked -- to enjoy herself. Still, there was something about opening her pussy for a handsome man, guiding his cock inside her, feeling her cunt -- guys seemed to love it when she used that word -- being stretched and filled, having him move powerfully and skilfully between her thighs, that carried a real thrill.
Jack opened the door, and smiled. He was wearing a smart pair of chinos and an open-necked shirt. He looked very attractive. As she stepped inside, he gently placed his hands on her upper arms and kissed her. This time, the kiss lasted quite a bit longer than before. It seemed he'd understood that tonight -- assuming he remained as charming as he had on previous dates -- his luck was in. And most probably, so was his cock.
He took her coat, and then did a double-take on her outfit.
"Wow, Beth, you look amazing! You always look really pretty, but this is -- exceptional. What an outfit!"
"Yes, I don't often get the chance to wear it. I thought that tonight would be a good opportunity."

"Well, it's fabulous -- and so are you. Can I offer you a G