Our first date had been scheduled for Wed at 11:30. We were supposed to meet at Ringling, but he couldn’t wait.

He wanted to taste me; to feel how wet he made me when we talked. While flying to SLC, I’d sent him a video of my hand soaked with my juices. It was our electronic version of the “mile-high club.”

He’d gone to Victoria’s Secret to buy a pair of panties he could get me to soak and then keep for himself. We’d agreed to let him put them on me. He went to two stores to get them. He knew what he wanted and he made sure he had exactly that.

But he couldn’t wait until Wed.

I couldn’t wait either.

I changed my flight so that I would arrive ½ a day earlier and he agreed to pick me up at the airport and take me to dinner on Tuesday. instead of lunch the next day.

I only had winter clothes with me and asked if, on the way home, we could stop to pick up a sundress and pair of flip flops I could change into.

He picked out the dress and the shoes. Simple. Incredibly tasteful.

We arrived at his place and I immediately jumped in the shower to wash off the day’s travel. Ahhhh. I was naked in a stranger’s apartment, showering, with him waiting patiently to put my underwear on. I couldn’t have been more turned on. The shower was FAST.

I walked into the living room wrapped in my towel. He kissed me, lightly, putting his hands around me and pressing his body against mine, with just two thin layers of linen between him and my nakedness.

He asked if I was open to an add-on to our plans.

Would I be willing to wear a butt plug to dinner?

“Yes! Do you want to put it in?”

I dropped the towel, turned, put my hands on the bed, spread my legs and let him have access to my ass.

He pressed his thumb into my pussy to open it to accept the steel plug. I was so wet, there was no need for additional lube. He slid it in and out in a slow, smooth stroke and then slipped it into my ass, effortlessly.

I moaned, not believing that I had just done something so… HOT!

I turned to face him and kissed him hard. I was naked in his bedroom and we’d not even had dinner yet.

He had carefully cut all the tags and asked me to step into the panties. He slowly drew them up my legs, taking in the smooth feel of my skin and the smell of the soap mixed with my own scent.

The multiple bands of the panties would require great care to insure they weren’t twisted, and we talked about how meticulously he’d inspect and correct any aberrations in those thin ribbons, anywhere they came into contact with my skin.

He was taking his time with every band; tracing his fingertip along the narrow elastic and against my skin.

Then came the bra, the dress and the shoes.

We walked to our table at Capital Grill and he later told me that the long table of men had stopped mid-sentence when I walked past them. He told me how intoxicating I looked, and how he was the luckiest guy in the room to be the one next to me.

Since we wanted to talk and get to know each other, we discussed where to go next: The beach for a walk in the sand or to Jack Dusty’s?

Both.

First, the beach.

We drove to Lido and got our feet in the sand. As we walked along the shore he put his hand under my dress and lightly tapped the jeweled plug in my behind. He asked me if I’d be willing to take off my dress and walk along in just my #secrets.

I turned to him and lifted my arms in acquiescence.

It was dark, and hot and we walked a little ways, with no one else around. Had anyone seen us, they’d think I was in a bikini. It was HOT and respectable in a very naughty way. The night was going well. We made out on the side of the life guard’s station just long enough to know we were raising our own temperatures and it was time to move on.

On to Jack Dusty’s.

We sat out on the back patio, facing away from the bar. We could see the little garden area below us, but we had privacy. I sat with my legs folded up in front of me, my ankles loosely crossed in front of my pussy.

With one arm around me, he could lean in and easily play with my pussy, my dress covering any views from the side. When I lifted slightly, he could reach the plug and tap it.

We drank and kissed and tapped and talked.

We drove home. It was a hot first date.

Sexy, naughty, respectful, secretive and satisfying.