I can’t believe our first date ended like that and what’s more you planned it. I remember the first time I saw you. I was freshly divorced and I’d hired a new firm to look after my gardens and they’d sent you.
I was planning a girls night out that night and I’d been out to get my tan reapplied and my nails and hair done. I was stood on the balcony outside my bedroom gazing out at the garden. I’d forgotten it was your first day and it was bakingly hot. My eyes swept over you at the exact moment you took your shirt off and I felt such a surge of excitement run through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, it was so powerful I gripped the guardrail to stop from falling over.
You looked up and our eyes met, just for a moment and that was the point where I knew, I knew where this was heading. I looked away almost instantly, blushing like a schoolgirl...embarrassed by my reaction (I was dripping and not just from the heat) and overpowered by what I was feeling.
You went back to work and I took a few minutes to compose myself. I calmed down and decided to sunbathe so I put on a bikini and before getting started, I thought I should introduce myself and offer you a drink.
You were mowing the grass and as I approached, you turned off the mower and stood up. I watched as a bead of sweat ran down your front over every muscle and I was overtaken by the desire to beg you to sweep me up in your arms and take me there.
I offered the glass of water I was holding and said, “would you like me?” and when you smiled I coughed and corrected myself, “a drink, would you like a drink?”. Your smile grew and you took the glass, your fingers brushing mine before drinking it all and passing the empty glass back to me.
“I’ll be over there if you need anything,” I managed to squeak out trying my best to sound alluring and you thanked me and went back to work.
I walked to my lounger and after a few minutes of watching you (while trying not to look like I was watching you) I laid back to enjoy the sunshine.
My imagination had run away with itself and I jumped out of my skin when the focus of my fantasy appeared before me. You said that you were finished and asked if you could have another drink before you left. I stood up and led you into the kitchen and as I was filling up the glass you came and stood right behind me, so close I could feel you pressing against me.
You spoke quietly but in a voice that was so commanding it sent chills down my spine. “I’ve felt you watching me all day long, don’t deny it. You’re a cheap fucking slut and if you’re lucky, I’ll use you like you deserve.”
I pulled away and span round to face you, you were smirking and I almost slapped you but I just couldn’t. I stared into your eyes before looking down at the floor and I reached up to pull my bikini top down. You smirked even harder and told me to stop. “Look at me,” you said and I managed to meet your gaze, “you have to earn it”.
“We’re going out tonight, wear something that shows you off. Now give me your number and go and get ready,” you left and I could barely breath, I was so turned on and wet!
A few hours later you texted me that you were outside and that I should leave my panties at home. We made small talk as you drove us, I was squirming in my seat until you told me to stop.
I don’t know what I expected but we pulled up to a swanky restaurant and you opened my door for me and escorted me in like a gentleman. The staff clearly knew you and we were shown to a table.
The waiter approached and asked if we wanted drinks and before I could open my mouth, you ordered for me! I could see the smirk in your eyes and when the waiter came for our food order, he didn’t even look at me and addressed only you. You ordered me a salad and told him that I needed to “lose a few pounds” and I blushed bright red.
We talked...well you talked and I listened, when I started to say something more substantial than, “that’s nice” you smiled and told me that I wasn’t here because of my opinions.
Half way through the meal you stood up and headed to the toilet. A minute later I got a text that I should follow you in. I gasped out loud and replied that I couldn’t do that, you simply said if I wasn’t there in 30 seconds, I’d be walking home.
I stood and it felt like everyone was watching me, the male toilets were just past the female ones and I tried to be as casual as possible when I walked past them and then quickly darted in to join you.
You were sitting on one of the toilets with your trousers and underwear around your ankle and as I stood there, like a deer in headlights, you simply said “suck me”. I looked around to see if there was anyone else in there but when you said, “now” I rushed over and dropped to my knees. Oh god, your cock, it’s huge and thick and it tasted so good! The smell drove me crazy and I forgot everything I know about giving a BJ because I needed as much of it in me as possible.
After what seemed like no time at all, you pushed me off and stood up. As I got to my feet, you pulled me into the cubicle, lifted the lid on the toilet and forced my head down into it. I heard you spit and you rubbed it around my ass, just before I felt like I was been split in two! I almost came as you pushed yourself all the way inside me and when you began fucking me and calling me names, “slut, whore, cum dump, filth, slag” it was all I could do to stop my knees from buckling.
Finally you came...and came and came and pulled out. I was exhausted but you kept a hand on my back so I couldn’t stand. I felt something cold pushing against my opening and then something slid inside me and I felt so full, completely stuffed and I could feel you sloshing around inside me.
You moved back and told me I could stand. “Leave that plug in until I tell you to remove it. Anytime you’re lucky enough to have my cum in you, you will plug yourself and leave it there until I give you permission.”
I stared at you feeling every inch the names you’d called me, you turned to head out of the of the toilets and told me to fix my makeup because I looked liked a cheap whore and that was when I fell in love with you.