Sarah stayed at my home for a while longer and we flirted somewhat but stopped short of anything more than our first kiss. The fact meaningful romantic progress was made, satisfied me entirely because I felt something special was building between us.
After a glass of wine, I poured more for her, making an espresso for myself. She looked quizzically at me, unsure why.
"I'll drop you off home, Sarah."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'll sleep more soundly knowing that you arrived home safely."
"At least other road users will be protected with me inside your car."
Sarah had an incredible sense of humor, much like mine. We'd grown comfortable with one another quickly, suggesting our kindred spirits. I felt her suggestive comment about needing a firm hand referred to roles inside a relationship and that intrigued me. The breadcrumb trail leading to her inner desires needed further discussion to avoid any misunderstanding.
I walked outside with an obvious erection tenting my pants and held the car door open for her, shutting it once she was safely inside. I felt like a gentleman pervert, desperate to please and fuck the woman I'd fallen head-over-heels in love with.
"I find it difficult to confront the world and its apparent frustration, Greg."
"How so?"
"I abhor unpleasantness and confrontation."
"You seem able to handle yourself."
"I can, yes. My job as a lawyer presents me with some very acrimonious situations and a lot of nasty people, so I'm careful to avoid the same environment outside work."
"I feel the same way. An evening of jazz, some light reading, a good conversation, and no TV usually helps me shake off any lingering irritation from a heavy day."
"Do you get many of those?"
"Some days you get a tragic situation occurs. A kid with problems, usually love, bereavement, a study problem, or other home-related trauma."
I watched Sarah wriggle awkwardly in the seat wearing a lewd grin. She repeatedly rested her elbow on the car door sidearm below her passenger's window, using that as a prop to cup her chin, while staring out at the city lights in a valley below.
"The view is beautiful from up here, don't you think, Sarah?"
"Yes, it is."
She's miles away.
I pulled over into a woodland car park, worried about the tears I saw welling in Sarah's eyes. I sat for a moment, let her compose a slightly worrying and sad demeanor, then reached over to hold her hand.
"Do you want to share your thoughts with me, sweetheart?"
"I don't know if I should. It's deeply private and we're not even on a first date yet."
"I made you dinner, we drank some wine and kissed beautifully, so I'd be inclined to call that a first date."
"It was a very good risotto, Greg."
"Risotto today, Coq-Au-Vin, tomorrow."
She giggled but the strain of something dark, perhaps soulful was apparent, conveyed by micro-expressions, nervous glances, smiles, and a mild tremor in Sarah's fingers.
"Is there something worrying you?"
"A little... yes."
"Does your concern relate to you and me? Are you worried about our relationship and how fast it's developing?"
"Worrying about us... yes, but not about the speed. I've become very comfortable much more quickly than I'd ever have thought possible."
"I thought so. It was a strange comment you made earlier back at my house and it's all I can think about."
She frowned and her mouth stretched wider on one side of her face, almost forming a wince but definitely a sign Sarah was ashamed of something. Her cheeks flushed, her brow furrowed deeply and I saw a gentle shiver elicit goosebumps on both arms.
"Is our relationship likely to progress to lovemaking Greg?"
"I certainly want that, don't you?"
Her poise looked stiff and Sarah's face rippled as though a torment of emotions surged through it. She was highly impassioned and I saw a dam ready to burst.
"Are you a gentle man, Greg?"
"I'm not cruel or harsh and consider myself primarily a nurturer. My job suggests that about me and I even coach track to help other people out. Do I give you an impression otherwise?"
She opened the door and slipped quickly out of the car so I followed. We were in the hills overlooking our city where tall pine trees swayed in medium gusts, creating that immense swishing sound that lifts one's emotions with excitement and foreboding.
The moon was almost full and I so badly wanted to howl at it, but that felt inappropriate given Sarah's melancholy.
I sidled up gently behind her as she stood close to an edge of a hill that dropped off steeply into a green/blue valley full of forest that was lit by the moon. When I melted into her back, my arms slipped gently around her waist and I pulled Sarah into me with both palms flat on her abdomen.
"Those are great abs."
"I work out every day. I want someone to be proud of me and honored to have me."
"I am honored right here, right now."
"Are you really, Greg?"
"I am deeply affected by you. I love your presence in my life and the positive sense of purpose that drives within me. You make me want to be a better man, Sarah."
"Oh god Greg, I really hope so. I'm sorry for all of this drama. I'm in a bit of a state and would like to atone for being a nuisance."
"I was starting to feel like the lead in a romantic tragedy."
She placed both hands on top of mine, using her thumbs to stroke me. Sarah tilted her head backward slightly in a moonlight lover's tryst right out of a Mills And Boon novel. I smelled her glorious aroma, detecting the musky trace of decadent arousal.
"What happens if we make love and discover we aren't sexually compatible, Greg?"
"Are you from another planet?"
"Oh, please don't joke around, I'm serious. People have different proclivities. What happens if we like different kinks?"
"You'll have to explain what you said earlier in more detail. Sarah. I don't want to misunderstand you."
"Take a wild guess please, Greg. I won't think any less of you no matter how outrageous or wrong you are."
I sucked in a deep breath and she did too. It almost felt like a vacuum was formed around us like a protective bubble. Sarah's whole body trembled in anticipation and she looked like a bundle of nerves, almost reaching the point of meltdown.
"I think you want to be disciplined when appropriate."
"Yes."
"I mean properly thrashed over my knee or other convenient prop."
"That's exactly it, Greg. I need a spanking so badly to keep me grounded at work and home. It might even become an annoyance to you."
"It will never be a burden and always my pleasure, Sarah."
"Will you take me in hand?"
"Of course, but I shall always be kind, loyal, and worship you. Is that what you desire, Sarah?"
"Yes."
She whispered her answer but the relief that word signaled was palpable throughout her body when Sarah finally and completely relaxed. She turned around slowly to face me and I gripped her ass cheeks, clenching my fingers deep into her firm flesh while staring into burning, passionate eyes, that were alive like braziers of fire at a pagan ritual.
"Your pupils have dilated, Sarah."
"Because you hit a nail on its head, my love."
My cock throbbed, begging to be released and wanked off hard, to spread my seed into the wind and impregnate anything it caught hold of. She knew it, pressing herself harder onto my iron-hard rod, massaging it with her fully clothed pussy.
"I'm very and delightfully submissive but never a pushover."
"I can see that. You've fully relaxed now that we are aligned."
"I need a dominant man, Greg. Can you be that?"
"Yes Sarah, but there must be boundaries and that takes time to discuss and build."
"I know. I'm sure you can work them out for both of us."
"Are you certain about this? You asked only yesterday for us to take this slowly."
"That was my overly cautious, neurosis. The lawyer in me is such a fucking pain in the ass. I like to shed her when at home. Do you think I'm mad?"
"Not at all."
"So, what do you think right now, Greg?"
"Being your boyfriend is one thing. Doing that in a Dominant submissive relationship is quite something else. I'd love to, but we haven't even discussed being a couple yet."
"I'd like us to be that, and as you just said, we already concluded our first date."
"I'll spank you frequently, Sarah. If I feel you are overly tense or upset, no matter where we are or when, I'll find a private spot and thrash you."
Her eyes lit up because I'd accessed that part of her psyche that needed a firm but loving relationship. I wasn't an expert in D/s play but knew Sarah needed some therapy right away.
"Could you walk to my car, lean over the hood and lift your skirt, Sara."
"Of course I shall Greg. I'll do anything you say."
She moved gracefully, enjoying every moment of her humble presentation of a gorgeous ass, covered by light orange French lace panties. When I stood behind her, Sarah prostrated herself on the hood of my Range Rover, splaying both hands as far forward and wide as she could while pointing her ass higher.
I leaned over her, pressing my cock deep into the crack of her ass while restraining Sarah against the steel sheet hood of my car. While enjoying a mild aromatic whiff of a woman aroused, I lifted her long hair, draping it neatly over a shoulder, planting soft kisses along her quivering neckline.
"This is exactly what I need Greg."
"I'm going to peel down your knickers in a moment, then diligently thrash both cheeks until they turn pink and feel very sore. Is this the first time you'll choose a safe word during a first date?"
"Actually, yes."
"What would you prefer, Sarah? Choose something memorable and quickly spoken."
"Peach."
"Like your ass cheeks will be soon."
When I slid both thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, Sarah gasped, turned her head sideways, and planted an ear firmly on the hood, smiling backward at me. I slipped her knickers smoothly down beautifully silken thighs and over her knees while dropping slowly to my haunches.
Peeling down Sarah's underwear released a flood of pussy juice and its overpowering delectable aroma. I watched a tiny rivulet of her shame escape a pouting slit before dribbling down her thigh in a straight line. I stopped the bead of nectar with my forefinger while prising her labia wide apart with my free hand.
I inhaled the musky scent of her arousal, and glanced down, enjoying the sight and smell of a thick damp patch nestled like a cute kiss in her gusset. When I slid my finger back up Sarah's thigh to the source of her leak, she moaned delightfully, shuffling both feet wider, enjoying how they were constrained by my having left her underwear lying around both ankles.
I slipped my finger deep inside Sarah's pussy hole, enjoying how tight it was and especially when she clenched powerful muscles on and off, as though proving she was a good girl. I pumped her tight, slick hole a few times, to ensure her full submissive girl was activated, then withdrew my finger, licking and sucking her essence.
My libido roared into life, as her sweet flavor spread rapidly across my tongue, burning every taste bud until my mouth was seared and only she prevailed. I used both hands to open Sarah's cunt wide, licking up and down her creamy furrow, harvesting the ambrosia I was already addicted to.
She'd hard-wired love through taste and smell in me and now I must do the same for her using touch, however painful that might be.
When I swallowed enough of Sarah's pussy cream and knew it was time to move on, I stood up behind her, leaned over, and kissed my new girlfriend, enjoying the depravity by which her tongue sought the taste I had so immensely enjoyed.
"Whenever you're outside from now on, I'd prefer if you had spare panties available. We may enjoy lovemaking or I might take you another way and it's important you feel comfortable afterward."
"Yes, Greg."
"When I'm done thrashing you, without saying a word, I want you to pull up your knickers, kneel down and suck my cock. I'll tap you gently three times on your head as a sign I'm about to cum. What happens after that is entirely your choice."
"No need to tap Greg. I'll swallow every drop of your semen and prove I can be your good girl."
"Then afterward, you'll thank me. Am I clear, Sarah?"
"Yes, Greg. Thank you."
I tucked her skirt hem into its waistband to make sure there could be no cushion between her ass cheeks and my palm. As I lined up the first stroke, she quivered with anticipation, whining delightfully between clenched teeth.
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
Sarah flinched each time I stroked her ass. I felt powerful, yet kind, loving, and helpful. She moaned lasciviously and then settled into an almost constant purr, any cat would be proud of. My new girlfriend's arms stretched wider across the hood, her head flattened closer on its sheet metal and she relaxed, becoming the submissive woman that was her essential sexual being.
I worked Sarah's ass with my palm, with ever-increasing ferocity, and in sets of five, pausing for around thirty seconds between each, allowing her to soak up the disciplinary and therapeutic sensations. I enjoyed watching the increased flow of blood to both cheeks, turning pink, then red, and later a deeper shade like burgundy, that I knew would bruise and remind her the next day every time she sat down.
Sarah sighed blissfully once I reached thirty, floating off to a place only the most proficiently spanked know, understand, and enjoy.
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
"Are you okay, sweetheart? I want you to answer me."
"I'm so much more than okay, Greg. I'm in nirvana and can't thank you enough. This helps me become centered."
"It's my pleasure. Am I thrashing you hard enough?"
"It's perfect and catching each ass cheek in turn is so fucking nice."
"Quiet now baby, there is more to come."
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
{Stroke} - Smack!
"This will be the last ten honey, remember what I told you about what comes next."
She didn't say a word, impressing me. It was clear Sarah wanted to be dominated but not from a place of cruelty, and that suited me perfectly as well.
I finished up her spanking and Sarah stood, turning around with the most satisfied grin I have ever seen on a man or woman. She bent down and pulled up her panties before smoothing down her ruffled skirt.
Sarah stepped closer, wrapping both arms around my neck, kissing me with passion and fire that forced a final few drops of blood into my cock, making it steely-solid.
She didn't wait for my cue or waste any time, following my instructions perfectly. When Sarah unbuckled my belt, pulling down my pants, then boxer shorts, she gripped my cock so tightly and with such familiarity, it felt like we'd been lovers for years.
When Sarah's mouth clamped around the head of my cock, sucking it hard while thrashing the tip with her tongue, almost forcing it inside, I was in paradise and my love burst wildly into a firework display. She pounded her face up and down my veiny solid shaft while I gasped repeatedly crawling backward onto the Range Rover hood, resting my heels on its fender.
Sarah reached around my back, and gripped both ass cheeks, prising them wide open until my puckered hole rubbed the steel sheet hood. She licked up and down my bulging urethra, sucking my balls before going back to an aching glans where she harvested every fresh drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit.
She was such an excellent practitioner of fellating a cock, I wondered where the technique was learned and how many had gone before me. I didn't care, Sarah was mine now and I was in love, enjoying a woman who needed me as much as I did her.
She released my ass cheeks, wrapping both hands around my gnarly shaft, fist-pumping it furiously as though she had seconds left before my semen would become past its shelf-life.
My cock jerked and twitched, unloading an ocean of hot seed in wildly flung ropes that were launched across a gap, spraying Sarah's mouth and the back of her throat as she tongued the tiny slit delivering my seed, continuing to wank my cock senselessly.
To give Sarah her due, she knew how to exhaust a man's prostate, servicing me with such effective grace, I had to stop and thank her in the end.
"That was incredible, Sarah."
"The ice between us is well and truly broken now, Greg."
"I wasn't expecting that, sweetheart."
"I think it's important we have adult conversations about our wants and needs. There is no point heading into a relationship unless we are entirely sexually compatible."
"I agree."
She helped me slide my boxer briefs and pants back on, zipping them up before kissing me. It was the first time I'd tasted my semen and I enjoyed the experience of her transferring traces of my salty treat to me on an electric tongue that lit me up.
"I love you, Sarah."
"I knew that at the collision scene. I've also interrogated my kids about you and both say you are kind and decent. I love you too, Greg."
I wasn't sure what to do next. With Sarah wrapped in my arms and the wind swirling around us, bending trees almost violently, it was probably time to get her home but I felt as though I'd been selfish.
"Would you enjoy it if I take care of you too, Sarah?"
"Do you mean by licking or fingering my pussy?"
"Yes."
"I'd rather wait until you fuck me after our next date, if that is your intention. I really love to feel sexually frustrated, sometimes for days on end. I promise not to wank or use a dildo tonight or tomorrow, regardless of how messy my knickers become."
"Fuck... Sarah! That's so goddamn horny."
"Can you take me home please, Greg? I need to sleep because I want to be in my best possible condition in case you choose to fuck me tomorrow."
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That’s a great ending to a perfect first date! Beautifully done Kate
Well Kate, you’ve certainly lit the fire in that episode. That was hot, hot, hot. It pushed a lot of my buttons. Thanks yet again.