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  She smirked, “Hobbies and for fun, I meant.”

  “Oh, right. The business and our shared hobby takes up a lot of time, and both are physically and mentally active. I tend to relax, listen to music, and decompress the rest of the time. I love science fiction books, have since I was kid. Television, rarely, except for one or two shows and sports.”

  I paused for a second, wondering if I was about to overshare on a first date, but then plunged ahead.

  “Back in college I had a lot of friends, but since I’ve quickened that number has dwindled quite a bit. I’m close with my family, my two sisters and their husbands, a cousin or two, and outside of you and our other playmate that’s about it. I still have other friends, but I don’t see them much at all, if ever. Your one of my best friends as well, Amber.”

  She tilted her head, “Playmate?”

  I laughed, “Poor word choice perhaps, while trying to be circumspect. I take our shared hobby seriously. I wouldn’t take the risk just for a rush, there aren’t enough professionals out there doing it and it needs to be done. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the rush of it, and I especially enjoy seeing you out there.”

  She smiled shyly, “I feel the same way. If I just wanted a rush, I’d take up sky diving, but that’s a part of it too.”

  “Exactly.”

  Our meals arrived, and we continued to get to know each other. It was clear enough we were both very vested in our work and in being superheroes, vigilante or not. She was easy to talk to, much easier than most first dates in fact, but that probably went back to the fact we were already close friends. We talked all the time, if never about the specifics of our lives, likes, and dislikes.

  In short, the date was going fantastically, at least from my point of view. Her sweet and shy attention was addicting. We had good food, light music, and fighting supervillains in common, the rest of our interests were wildly different, but that just made things more interesting. We also shared the spark between us as well, and the way she looked at me told me she liked me far more than she’d let on before, even last night.

  They said opposites attract, those differences would lead to a healthy life, while our commonalities brought us together the rest would give us that balanced time apart. I was probably getting way ahead of myself in my head, but I had a good feeling about it, about her. About us.

  It wasn’t just shallow attraction and raw chemistry, those two things sat on top of the respect and admiration we both had for each other, that made up the base of our strong friendship. The difference with that was explosive, and I was quite mesmerized by her sweet dulcet voice, intelligence, the warm look in her eyes, and at the shallow end how incredibly sexy she looked in that dress.

  So much so, that after paying the bill and talking for over three hours straight, I didn’t want the night to end yet. It wasn’t the alcohol talking either, we’d only had three glasses of wine, which meant I was stone-cold sober, except for the high emotions she engendered in me.

  “I’m not ready to take you home yet, but I will if you have to go. Do you want to continue our conversation over coffee, at my place?”

  She said softly, “Yes, please. I’m not ready to be taken home, and I’d love that.”

  She blushed again, furiously, and I wondered exactly what the thought was that inspired it.

  I took her hand as we left the restaurant, and then teleported us directly to my living room. I smiled as I let her hand go, and then headed into the kitchen to make us both a coffee.

  This time when I headed back out, I sat next to her on the couch as I handed her the coffee. I was right on the edge of her personal space, and firmly told myself it was too early for intimacies, I’d be happy if she let me kiss her goodnight. Her full ruby lips looked delicious.

  That’s about the point where I picked up her scent. It was a wonderfully subtle feminine scent mixed with a hint of a strawberry scent that was probably her shampoo.

  She sipped her coffee, and I followed suite.

  The sexual tension between us was strong, but there was no awkwardness in the silence. Silence, that thought prodded me into action. I picked up the remote and powered on the stereo. I turned it down low and threw on a satellite light jazz station.

  She smiled, “Perfect.”

  “The coffee or the music?”

  She blushed, “Both. The whole date really, most of mine are train wrecks. I don’t ever remember having a more wonderful time in my life.”

  Her mouth dropped open in shock, probably at what she’d just admitted, and she covered it.

  I snickered, “Don’t worry about it, you were a perfect date as well, Amber. I love your quirks.”

  She frowned, “Most people don’t, Bob. It’s why I dress the way I do, normally. I’m really not that clueless about fashion, or about how alluring my body is to the opposite sex. It stops most of the attention, and the awkwardness when they look at me like I’m a freak and run the other way five minutes later. It can be frustrating, and I can’t believe I just told you all that. Your far too easy to open up to.”

  I shrugged, “I pay attention and see the total package. It makes your quirks endearing to me, instead of awkward or a turnoff. Your body language, your warmly intelligent eyes, your willingness to risk your life for others out there, and so many other things, too many to list. They all tell me how passionate of a woman you really are under those quirks. You’re… so beautiful you shine in my eyes, and not just on the outside.”

  She gaped at me.

  I smiled, “Now we’re even on the oversharing thing.”

  She giggled and seemed to visibly relax as she took a sip of coffee.

  “What other things?” she asked cutely.

  I laughed, “Nope, I already overshared, and I need a lure to ensure I get a second date.”

  She said, “I can’t wait for our second date, so it’s safe to tell me now.”

  She giggled after that, obviously joking. About the second part, not the first. She was stunning to me, even in her awkwardness.

  I couldn’t help it, didn’t decide to do it, I just did it. I leaned toward her confidently and tilted my head slightly. I paused there, letting her make the choice.

  Her choice shocked the hell out of me. She didn’t just lean in to close the distance, she practically lunged forward to kiss me. Her lips were soft, warm, and sweet against mine, and she tasted delicious as we found our rhythm quickly and the kiss deepened in passion.

  She broke it and had a look of lust and longing in her eyes. She put her coffee on the coffee table as I did, and then sighed softly as I pulled her against me, the whole time our eyes were locked in a passionate gaze.

  My heart hammered in my chest, and a thrill went through me.

  I reached up and caressed her cheek, and her body trembled against mine in a needy passion. Her reaction to my touch, and to our bodies against one another, not to mention the way she felt against me, had me hard as a rock in seconds.

  “Amber,” I said in half question and half need.

  Her hand caressed my chest as she twisted her body and threw her leg over my lap, straddling me, all while never breaking the intensely heated gaze we shared.

  She bit her lip and sighed softly, as I put my hands on her waist and caressed her body. There was nothing but urgent need, lust, and surrender in her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed me with a passion that took my breath away.

  I was fairly sure at that point, that I’d understated the truth when I’d told her I saw the passionate woman beneath. All awkwardness was gone, she was all fire, lustful need, and sexy as hell as she moaned into my mouth.

  I couldn’t help the cock twitch in my pants, and she’d obviously felt it under her, as she immediately ground herself down against me and gasped into my mouth. My mind was still playing catchup in that moment, I hadn’t expected true intimacy on this first date together, but my lips thankfully knew what to do as I returned her demanding kiss with my own passion.

 
My hands caressed her sides, and her body twitched as she let out a gasp, and the kiss deepened even further as the heel of my palms brushed across the sides of her breasts. Her gorgeous wavy dark brown hair was as silky soft as I’d imagined, and only rivaled by the soft supple skin of her legs and outer thighs as I ran my hand down the dress and onto her bare legs.

  Her dress had ridden up to her upper thigh, with her straddling me the way she was.

  “Amber,” I managed to get out, a last warning before we reached the point of no return.

  She ground down onto me firmly and slid her tongue into my mouth as she gasped, a very clear answer to my unspoken question.

  My hands roamed up her back, and pulled the zipper down in the back, then ran around the front as I pulled the strapless dress down and freed her breasts. They were perfect, C cups, her tanned skin slightly creamier there, with tightened and sexy light pink nipples. They were heart shaped and both silky soft and incredibly firm and proud as well.

  She gasped into my mouth as I squeezed them gently but firmly, and I started to play. She was a wild thing above me, her kiss as desperately devouring as mine, and I slowly increased the firmness of my attentions and teasing squeezes and light pulling twists of her nipples until I got the response I wanted.

  She broke the kiss with a gasp.

  “Bob, that feels so good. Suck them, please.”

  She really liked me playing with her breasts.

  She didn’t have to ask me twice, and as she sat up straighter I teasingly kissed her right breast, all around the nipple avoiding it, as my left hand played with the other, and my right hand teased her ass and inner thighs. She was so beautiful, passionate, and responsive to my every touch. Her body was as soft and supple, and silky to the touch, as I’d imagined and more.

  She let out a pleasured sigh, then a gasp as I finally relented and sucked her nipple firmly into my mouth, while lavishing the tip with a flick of my tongue. She trembled as my other hand found the apex of her legs, and I groaned into her breast at just how soaked she was for me. So hot, so wet, so ready for me.

  She’d turned from sexy geek to wild sexy goddess.

  That turned me on more than anything, all those awkward blushes, and looks away, while she was getting all wet for me. Her panties were completely damp, that wasn’t just from the last few minutes of kissing and playing grab ass.

  Her hands fisted in my short hair, and she pushed her breasts against me harder as she ground down into my hand.

  She whispered, “I need you, Bob. Please.”

  Her hands rubbed down my chest a moment later and I moaned into her mouth and my cock twitched as she opened up my pants and fished out my cock. Her soft silky hand felt like heaven as she stroked it slowly but firmly.

  The look of shocked delight in her eyes at my size, went straight to my libido, and I twitched hard in her hands. I wasn’t porn star material, but I was definitely at the high end of average in length, and very thick.

  I ran my hands around her body, and I gripped her ass tightly, as I pulled her against me and slid my ass down the couch a little more to improve the angles.

  She grinned with an almost feral heat in her eyes, and an almost insane desire in her warm brown eyes. She not only wanted me, she needed me in her, a look I’d rarely seen in any woman’s eyes. She was a wild thing, and she used her other hand to bunch her panties up to the side, and the one stroking me to line us up, then sunk with a gasp of pleasure and pain as she impaled herself on me.

  I had thought her sweet soft hand was heaven, but that was nothing to the bliss of her tight wet heat around me, as she took me into her body.

  She started to bounce lightly with dreamy and lust filled stare into my eyes. She might not have done well with social graces, but I was coming to learn quickly she knew how to fuck, very well. The sensations of her stretching and tightening around me snugly, the sweet liquid silken friction of her sex on mine, and the soft needy gasps of desire, pleasure, and pain that fell from her lips was absolutely mesmerizing.

  Then I was fully in, and I moaned deeply as she tightened around me and ground her tight supple and willowy body against mine.

  She demanded, “Suck my tits, please. A bit rougher than before, but not much.”

  I spanked her ass hard with my right hand, as I bit and pinched her nipples with my mouth and other hand.

  She gasped, tightened around me like a vice, and ground down on me so hard, milked me so hard, that I almost came right there.

  “Just like that, so fucking good, you’re perfect. I love your gentle regard, your respect, and your confidence. The way you treat me like a lady. But right now, I need to be fucked and used.”

  Then she started to ride me like a sex goddess. Her supple breasts bounced uncontrollably, constantly trying to catch up with her body as she bounced wildly up and down my cock. She was so sexy, gasping each time she impaled herself. She squeezed tightly and ground slightly before she went up milking me hard, only to relax her muscles to merely incredibly tight as she dropped back down and impaled herself.

  She was probably the best and most wild fuck I’d ever had in my life, and we were just getting started. I’d never imagined the shy retiring Amber would be a wild one in bed, but she was. More than that, there was a wanton surrender and need in her eyes, that she didn’t hold back at all. She was completely naked before me, as vulnerable as she was wild and untamed, and it drove me crazy.

  I pulled and pinched her nipples, and I played roughly with her supple C cups like she asked. I also spanked her, firmly, and hard. Hard enough that it went from playful sting to enhance sex and into fetish territory, she really liked a sharp sting apparently, along with the pleasure of fucking herself on my cock.

  It wasn’t all that much longer, before she screamed out my name, “Bob! Fuck!”

  I spanked her one more time hard, as her pussy tightened around me and then started to convulse. She made incoherent sweet sexy sounds as she went over that edge. She trembled on top of me, and lost control over her body as she soaked my balls and the couch.

  I gripped her ass to hold her steady, and slouched down even more, then started to fuck up into her hard and fast. It was insane, and I was so fucking close. We hadn’t even discussed protection, and I’d completely forgotten about it in fact until that very moment. Which perversely made my balls immediately start to boil as she came wildly around me.

  “Amber!” I warned and exhorted.

  Amber replied in a whimper, still coming down from her own heights.

  “In me, is safe, please. Want to feel you cum in me, fill me. I long for it, dreamed of it.”

  Fuck, she’d fantasized about me filling her with my cock and sperm? That was really the last straw, and the rest of my control was ripped away and I was just there in a storm of pleasure. A powerful rush of blissful ecstasy rocked through my body as I stared up into the warmest and sexiest brown eyes I’d ever seen. It felt so good, as my cock surged and pulsed, sending my seed into the heaven of her sex.

  Then she blew my mind again, as she felt me pulse inside her the first time, she screamed my name again as she rolled right into a second even more powerful orgasm. Her pussy clamped down hard and convulsed wildly, and I gasped as she bit down hard on my shoulder to suppress her wild scream.

  Holy shit, this woman was wild. It was also proof she had wanted my seed, if it triggered another powerful orgasm. She was painfully shy and sweet, but a completely wild and hot fuck. Untamed behind closed doors.

  What did they say? It was always the quiet and shy ones that took you by surprise, she wasn’t just wild, she was a kinky sexpot.

  It was also precious, because I didn’t imagine it had been easy for her to open herself up so freely and completely surrender herself to me the way she had. No woman is that wanton and free with a man they don’t completely trust with their very being. I don’t just mean the wild fucking, I mean she was totally open to me, had surrendered to me.

  I cradled her as we came
down together, the look in her eyes was one of being vulnerable, partially sated, and joyful. I gripped her ass tightly, and then stood up.

  I slipped out as I carried her into my bedroom, and let her down gently, to finish stripping her dress and panties off, while she worked off my shirt and pants. It didn’t take long before we were naked in my bed. Our kiss was still incredibly passionate, but softer with the sharper edge of our lust taken care of.

  She was so responsive to me, and her body was compliant to my manhandling as I pushed her onto her back, put her long delicious legs over my shoulder, and then speared firmly into her snug silken depths as I stared down into her eyes.

  The look of pleasure on her face as she ground up using her hips and arching her back was mind blowing. I could still hardly believe this was the same woman that struggled over social rules and the flow of conversation.

  I long-stroked her firmly, but almost lazily. A pace I could maintain indefinitely, it was inexorable and powerful, but not so wild I’d lose my breath or cramp up.

  Her sweet sounds of pleasure were mesmerizing, and the way she looked up at me was arresting. I couldn’t have looked away even if I wanted to.

  I leaned down bending her almost in half, and I teased her body with my hands. The look in her eyes of sweet pleasure was enthralling, as I slowly lifted her toward another powerful release. I was in no hurry to get her there, and I knew I’d push her over that edge at least twice before I took my pleasure again. I even had some fuzzy plans to try doggie style next, and then to let her ride me again. I could go four rounds easily enough, especially with such a beautiful and wild lover, that I both respected and was obviously a fantastic fuck.

  Not to mention it was our first time together, and her body was better, softer, tighter, suppler, and far more responsive to me than in any of my lurid fantasies.

  When I sensed she was close, I reached up and twisted her nipple hard, and then brushed it softly with my thumb. At the same time, I reached down between us with my other hand and brushed her clit feather lightly with my thumb. The confusing and contrasting input of hard up above and teasing down below worked better than I expected.