The Sex Date

Missie was walking out of the bathroom when she heard her cell phone vibrating against the hard surface of her desk. She grabbed it and checked the message.

Can't wait to see you tonight.

Smiling Missie sat the phone down and logged onto her computer, shooting Gina an e-mail. I'm wearing the black dress tonight.

She'd had a lot of fun with Mike at the movie last week. She wasn't normally a cuddly girl, but he'd made it easy for her to relax. He had a sense of humor that put her ease and didn't let her take anything too seriously. His understated sarcasm kept her laughing and his smile was simply contagious. She was really enjoying him. Gina's joke last week about the sex date wasn't far off, but she couldn't get out of working Saturday night. Mike called her yesterday afternoon to see if she wanted to come to his house for dinner tonight.

When he'd taken her home on Wednesday she fought the urge to invite him in. They'd stood outside her apartment door and made-out like teenagers. He'd backed her against the door before they broke apart, and had he stood there for 30 more seconds before saying goodbye, she'd have asked him in then.

She was glad to have the time to prepare though. It was insane the anxiety that she felt, knowing that she'd sleep with him tonight. She'd woken up an hour early this morning so she could shave, exfoliate and moisturize. Not that he would know the difference for the most part, but it made her feel better.

She responded to Mike's text with a quick, Me too. Her e-mail blinked with a message from Gina. I expect details at lunch tomorrow? Missie agreed and went back to logging maintenance tickets. The rest of the day sped by with only a few tenants coming in to log work tickets or make payment arrangements for next week. It was crazy to think they were so close to the end of October. Halloween was this weekend.

She finished and locked up, heading home to change. She hit the door running to fix her hair and slip into the dress that Gina had picked out. She was going to his house so she picked sequined flats over the heels and wore her hair loose around her shoulders. She grabbed a jacket out of her closet.

She was supposed to be at Mike's between six and six-thirty. She only kind of knew where she was going so she figured she's shoot for the early end. On the ride over she listened to Meredith Brooks to get her pumped up.

When she pulled into the driveway she had to calm herself. It wasn't like he was going to jump her when she walked in the door. She touched up her lip gloss and fluffed her hair before getting out of the car. By the time she'd walked from the side driveway to the front door, Mike was waiting.

"Well hello," he flashed a grin and waved her in. She took a quick glance around the living room, not surprised that everything seemed to have a place. Like most single guys he didn't have an abundance of furniture but all the necessities. She could see the breakfast nook with a small table and four chairs.

"Nice place." She smiled and waved a hand around. He nodded and placed a hand on her back, leading her towards the kitchen.

"Thank you." He said, pulling a bar stool out for her. "So I'm not much of a cook, but I swear by Stouffer's." Missie laughed and smiled when she saw the Lasagna cooling on the stove.

"I love Lasagna!" Missie exclaimed. She was very excited that he'd fixed something besides burgers or steak. Most guys had a limited repertoire of dishes they could cook, but she certainly didn't mind the frozen dinners when they were this good.

Mike offered to take her jacket and purse and put them in the hall closet while she fixed a plate. A few minutes later they both sat at the kitchen table eating and exchanging stories about family recipes and holiday dinners. When they'd both eaten a significant amount of lasagna Missie sighed, relaxing against her chair.

"That was great, Mike. Thank you." He smiled and took their plates to the sink. covering what was left of the food and sticking it in the fridge he asked her, "So would you like to watch a movie?"

Missie smiled. She wasn't much for pretense, but she kind of liked dating a guy who was willing to take the lead for once. "Whatever you want." She said.

Mike nodded and dried his hands on the towel hanging by the sink. He grinned as he walked back around the bar towards Missie."Whatever I want?" he asked. Missie grinned but didn't answer. When Mike stopped in front of her she was eye level with his crotch, and she didn't think she was imagining the significant bulge there.

He held out a hand pulling her to her feet. "I think I'd like a repeat of last week's goodnight kiss, for starters." Missie murmured her agreement as his mouth covered hers. He placed a hand on her back anchoring her to him.

He took his time with the kiss. Enough time for Missie to let go of the butterflies and simply revel in the feel of his mouth on hers. She wound her fingers in his hair at the base of his skull, and he ran his hands over her, pulling her closer.

He changed the angle of the kiss, his tongue sliding across hers before nipping at her bottom lip. She let out a little moan as he trailed kisses down her neck, and back up to nip at her earlobe. Missie pulled at his shirt. Her heart was racing and the anticipation was building low in her belly.

Mike brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, "I really want to take you into my bedroom now." Missie sighed and nodded. He led her down the short hallway to his room and then pulled her back into his arms. He started with her mouth, but then trailed lower to kiss the hollow of her neck, and lower still to the swells of her breasts.

Missie reached for the side zipper of her dress and let it slide down her arms to puddle on the floor. Mike murmured his satisfaction and kissed along the line of her bra then down to her belly button. He held her in place with both hands on her ass and flicked his tongue out to lick a line along the waistband of her satin thong.

Missie shivered and placed her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance. Mike slid the panties down her legs and traced a finger over her lips before dropping a kiss on her mound. Missie's breath caught at the light touch and Mike looked up from where he knelt in front of her to smile.

"You like that." More of a statement than a question, he brushed his knuckles across her and watched her expression. Her lips parted on a sigh and she nodded. He placed his hands on her hips and encouraged to walk backwards a few steps until her thighs bumped up against the bed. He followed and began to place kisses low on her belly, his tongue darting out to moisten her skin.

Her hands were pressed flat on the bed behind her for support and she closed her eyes. His kisses trailed lower and he slid a finger across her clit. She was so wet. A second finger joined the first working around the little nub, and then he covered her with his mouth.

Missie let out a little mewl of pleasure and fisted her hands in the comforter. His mouth worked over her clit, licking and kissing, while his fingers found their way inside of her. Missie felt her knees buckle, but Mike hand was gripping her thigh, and lifting it over his shoulder.

With her knee hooked over his shoulder she fell back onto her elbows. She felt every pass of his tongue send a shock wave through her body. Her back arched and her nipples ached. he worked his fingers inside of her even as his tongue brought her closer to the edge. She didn't want to drop all of her weight on him, but she was growing weak with the pleasure.

It was as though he could feel her stress and, without ever separating his tongue from her clit, he lifted her ass up onto the edge of the bed. The new position allowed his to open her wider to him and he began to furiously suck at her nub and press his fingers in and out at a frenzied pace.

Missie cried out when her orgasm washed over her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him. He continued to suckle and kiss until she had ridden out the last ripples of pleasure and then he crawled up onto the bed next to her.

He kissed her, and slipping an arm around her he he removed her bra, the last barrier between her flesh and him. He began to massage her breasts as he kissed her. He was still fully clothes and Missie wanted to feel his skin against her.

Sliding her hands beneath his shirt she pulled it over his head and reached for the button of his trousers. She unbuttoned and unzipped then he helped slide them off, hooking his socks as well. He had an impressive cock. She reached down to wrap her hand around it and he moaned, "mmm".

Missie smiled and fused her mouth to his while he stroked and toyed with his twitching erection. His hands were all over her, massaging her breasts and her scalp, the pressure of his touch letting her know that he wanted more.

She began to slowly work her way down his torso, trailing wet kisses across his chest and stomach. When she reached her destination she was up on her knees with her ass in the air. She lowered her mouth over him, taking his length as far as it would go. Closing her lips around him she began to move slowly along his shaft sucking until she reached the tip, releasing him with a kiss.

She repeated the motion several times before Mike worked his fingers into her hair and eased her away.

"I really want to be inside of you." The words sent a jolt straight to her center and she hummed in agreement. Mike reached for a foil packet in the nightstand and quickly covered himself then rolled Missie onto her back. Leaning down to kiss her hard on the mouth he came back up onto his knees, bringing her feet to rest on his shoulders.

Missie felt him nudging her opening, and he pushed into her slowly, filling her. She shuddered at the sensation and moaned. Mike gave her a crooked grin before pulling back out to thrust into her again, a little harder. Mike slid his knees closer to her and held her knee against his chest. He began to work himself in and out of her, and she could feel the pressure with each stroke, bringing her a little closer.

She clutched at the pillows as Mike continued to move inside of her. One hand anchoring her leg against him, the other sliding over her body, and coming to rest just above her mound. He pressed down with his hand as he entered her and it changed the pressure. Missie gasped and her hips bucked towards him.

Encouraged, Mike began to thrust harder and faster, pressing against her just enough to elicit those moans and gasps of pleasure. She could tell he was close and she arched her back to get closer to him. He slid his hand lower to press against her clit with his thumb, and she whimpered as another orgasm overtook her. She bucked against him and her pussy milked his cock.

Mike tensed and groaned with his release. They rode out the waves of climax together and Mike rolled down beside her. He tossed the condom in the trash can beside the bed, and then wrapped an arm around Missie, curling her back into his chest. They lay like that, catching their breath and Missie dozed for a few minutes before rising to use the restroom and get dressed.

"Stay," Mike said. "I'll get you up in the morning in time to go home and get ready for work." Missie shook her head. She didn't want to ruin the first sex date with morning after breath and awkwardness.

"Not tonight, I really should go. Next time?" She kissed him, and he rested a hand on her hip, pulling her back against him when she would've stepped away. She smiled up at him. "Thank you for dinner."

"Thank you for coming," he laughed, "and for coming." She laughed and swatted at his arm. He pulled her back for another long kiss. She broke away and he began to kiss her neck. She was such a sucker for neck kisses. Before too long he had her back out of her clothes and back in bed.