Miss Sexual Intellectual: Sex On The First Date

Sex On The First Date (Short Story, Edits Will Come Later)

She sits next to him as they ride around town. Her four inch heels are screaming for her to take them off. Her dress is slowly but surely riding up her thighs and revealing too much skin. The wine she had at dinner has left her too lazy to pull the dress down. But her exposure is not what is on her mind. Images of his six foot physique explores her thoughts. Seeing his dark chocolate skin, the tattoos, that cover his chiseled chest, his nice long penis that will have her sweating. Dinner and a movie is what he had planned for them, but tonight a movie will be watching them. A soft porno to compete with the sounds they'll be making. Every so often his eyes leaves the road to admire her physique. Their conversation has faded and slow jams are playing. The mood is being set. The hotel is getting closer. It's only the first date, but she's planning to get to know him in every way. His mind, his body, and a little bit of his soul. Well really she just wants to explore what's under his clothes. She'll worry about first expressions later, worry about whether a phone call will come in the morning tomorrow, worry about whether they'll ever speak again in the future. At the moment in time, however, it's all about the sex on the first date.

One thing I've never done is have sex on the first date. According to society if a woman does it on the very first night, she's doomed to be a whore and never get into a serious relationship. Maybe it's hormones, or maybe it's curiosity, but one day I'll do this. I'll have sex with some guy on the very first date. It's not that hard to find a horny guy with a hard dick. Or is it?