It seems almost comical now but it was your idea to have a lunch date because, in your words, you wanted to “take things slow”. Needless to say that isn’t how things went.

The pace was set at our first introduction and never seemed to relent. Attempting to make a gentlemanly impression I bowed low for a polite kiss on your cheek, you on the other hand stretched upward in a friendly embrace. Inadvertently our heads came perilously close. It was in that instantaneous moment that sensible decorum was lost.

As I withdraw just a touch averting collision I looked directly into your eyes as you looked into mine. You were smiling but my eyes were lost in a sea of green. Your face had a pleasant look of innocence with a scattering of freckles across the bridge of your nose. In that instant I felt a pulse of excitement.

Most unlike me, I found my hand sliding along the back of your winter coat, caressing through your auburn hair and cradled behind your ear. With boldness I didn’t know I had I soon found lips slowly parting over your upper lip.

With another girl on another date this could have been a disaster; far too fast, far too soon. But with you the spark was electric. Naturally your tongue entwined around mine and somewhere in between the idea of a “slow date” was forgotten.

Optional Start Point A

The chemistry between us was potent. Words flowed faster than liquor. Throughout our lunch there was not a momentary pause, no taboo subjects and no generic introductory questions. Each quip was matched from one to the other with a cheeky smile and carnal suggestion. By the time we left the restaurant we could barely keep our hands of one another.

The sombre post work bustle almost seemed in conflict to our intoxicated cheer. We made our way through the crowds of one of the busiest streets in the city. Your arm was tucked inside my overcoat and your head rested on my shoulder. It was when I saw a shadowy alcove that another moment of inspiration struck.

Suddenly and without warning I whipped you out from under my arm and into the dark archway. You stumbled back into the corner with eyes wide in surprise. Before you know I’m on top of you like a hungry wolf.

Instinctively your hands repel against my chest but as my weight presses against you they slide up over my chest and into my hair. Likewise my hands begin around your waist and trail the curve of your frame up until my thumb beneath your chin. For one moment we stare eye to eye our hearts racing and our adrenaline pumping before my lips move in and devour your slender peach lips.

Soon your peach lips are not enough for me. The throbbing between my legs craves more of you. I pull back from you and begin to unfasten the buttons of your jacket and untie the drawstring at the front of your skirt. Before foraging further I peer up at you. Your eyes are nervous but wanting.

The alcove isn’t quite deep enough to disguise us from the heard moving past us. Over my shoulder you see one eye after another naturally peer into the shadow. My body shields most yours but one eye after another sees... something. But as quickly as their eyes devour their legs move them on. Each stranger uncertain of what they truly saw.

My tongue lashes your neck beneath your ear. Occasionally I whisper words of filth in your ear. My hands creep under your shirt, they’re cold at first. I ease the grip slowly around your abdomen gently letting your warmth spread to my fingers. When they’ve warmed sufficiently I slide them downward past the waist of your skirt and into your lace panties.

Optional Start Point B

Hi. I'm seeking a submissive girl for some orgasm control, public play and perhaps more. If this scene excites you I'd love to hear from you. I'm happy to start at either point of the two mentioned above.