It Begins with a Sundress...

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Structured for a narrative audio performance, direct to listener

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When I think about our first date, it always begins with a sundress. You know the one from the photo I sent while chatting as we'd been getting to know each other.

I knew you liked seeing my bouncy breasts wearing it and I'm sure you noticed the crevasse between them.

The perfect resting spot for your cock.

So when we decided to meet, naturally, that is the dress I chose to wear. Your face, a mix of recognition and adoration when I walk up to greet you.

Of course, we do the awkward beginning parts of a first meeting, but soon sink into the comfort space we're familiar with from chatting. We continue to learn about each other as we walk along, talking and watching the world revolving around us.

The ability to see each other and engage with body language made me want you even more. I mean, I knew you were handsome, since we've exchanged photos.

But, I also knew how attractive I found you to be from your many other facets.

Your wit and sense of humor has always made me smile. Over time, I also learned some of your passions, and this pleasant way you have about you.

All of these things made for some great company.

As we settled into a booth to grab a bite, we shared so many laughs and the flirting felt like it was on tap.

I couldn't stop watching your smile.

That curve of your lip, not likely noticeable to some at a glance because of your facial hair.

But I noticed it... memorized it. Longed for how soft it must feel to the touch.

By the time the dinner ended and we were walking along again, the night summer breeze sashayed around us, twirling my sundress in its dance.

Suddenly you pull me close, wrapping your hand around my waist, your hungry eyes devouring that crevasse between my bosom. Then that curve of your lip came to meet mine.

We melted into it, kissing deeper, groping tighter. And I could feel this was going to be my undoing. My body was already surrendering to you.

When we found ourselves back at your apartment, we basically tackled each other, the anticipation was maddening. Our hands reaching every inch we've been wanting to touch, our mouths tasting the erogenous zones we've been craving to sample.

We clumsily walked through the room until I was pressed against the desk.

My chest pounded with every warm breath I felt from your mouth on my skin. You inched along my territory, up to my neck then covering my lips with yours.

I massaged your tongue with mine; slowly sucking it.

You pull the top of my dress down to rest under my heaving tits. Your lips finally taste what I've been teasing you with all this time in those playful photos.

My nipples were protruding and so hard, sending a jolt through me when you flick it with your tongue.

You kneel down, slipping your hands up my smooth thighs to hook your fingers around my panties, peeling them off my body.

Your head disappears under my dress, warm firm fingers grope my thighs to push my legs wider. The scratch of your beard teases me just as I feel the tip of your tongue glide over my slit.

All of my thoughts empty from my brain and I become a quivering mess.

Your warm wet mouth feels amazing. The roughness of your tongue causes friction making me moan and grasp your head through my thin dress.

I can't get enough, how the feel of your tongue moves, and the lips making those incredible sounds which coerce me to cum.

My legs tremble and spasm involuntarily as every nerve in my clit is stimulated.

I ride that edge and feel my orgasm nagging me to surrender to it.

But I abstain, not wanting cum yet.

You're making me feel like absolute silk, but I need to see you. I want to see your eyes on me and hear your filthy words coaching me to cum for you.

I ask you to stand, leaning into me, your hand under my dress with your fingers buried deep inside me. I love to be fingered, the feel of my velvety cunt being invaded and caressed.

Your mouth suckles my nipple between your words and moans. Your other hand weaves fingers through my hair, giving me the slightest tug.

Your fingers fuck me with those thick digits, pumping, making a mess of my pussy.

Faster and harder.

When I cum, it's intense making me writhe. I moan loudly, gripping your arm needing to grasp onto something. My eyes rolling back into my head savoring every second of it.

As I'm still coming down from that incredible high, you pull your fingers out and push them in my mouth. I suck them clean as I unzip you, freeing your cock.

My mouth waters when I see all the veins I want to trail with my tongue.

You push your cock inside me with hasty feral impatience.

My pussy leaks everywhere, soaking us when you push inside me. I manage to unbutton your shirt needing to touch you so badly, feeling all over your chest and neck.

My fingertips dig into your flesh.

You fondle my tits, squeezing them. Pinching a nipple, then leaning in to suck it.

I like the roughness of you.

It's just slight, tasting a side that's uninhibited, pouncing on prey.

Taking what it wants.

And you fuck me like this for hours.

In every way you can explore me.

Making a mess of the sheets and our bodies.

And when I taste your cock, you have to watch me perform.

And I want you to watch.

You've propped upright leaning against the headboard, my body wedged between your legs.

You need to see every stroke of my lips... every bat of my eye.

You use my hair to push or pull my head how you want to feel my mouth on you.

Your phenomenal moans fill the room when my eyes glaze over; in time with every gag I make.

It's such a fucking turn on, tasting that mouthwatering precum dripping from you.

Leading up to this moment, I have touched myself so many times thinking about tasting your cock.

What it would feel like filling my mouth.

How fucking sexy you would sound moaning for me.

Those vulnerable wails you'd make when I take your balls in my mouth and deeply suck them as I stroke you.

I am so aroused in how you could cum any second, and how I'm going to take it.

mmm that cum kink is divine for thoughts like these.

I feel the craving teasing me.

The need to see it, and taste it.

I start stroking you faster, sucking your balls deeper.

And when you're ready to cum, I lean over you taking your first warm spurt on my tits. It dribbles down that perfect crevasse then smears in when I squeeze your cock between them.

Your cum shoots again further up my chest, hitting my neck and chin.

It makes me feel so fucking sexy wearing your cum.

"That's it baby, cum for me. I want that cum. I need it." I purr.

After I've finished draining you, I take your cock back in my mouth, using light strokes with my lips to be sure I get every drop.

My neck and chin, still adorned with your cum as you watch me clean you.

Content sighs replace guttural moans as we retire for some rest.

I always wear the biggest smile when I think of it.

It ends with a sundress, you know the one. It's swishing around me when we part ways in the morning light, after spending the night on your bedroom floor.

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