Reset Password
If you've forgotten your password, you can enter your email address below. An email will then be sent with a link to set up a new password.
Cancel
Reset Link Sent
If the email is registered with our site, you will receive an email with instructions to reset your password. Password reset link sent to:
Check your email and enter the confirmation code:
Don't see the email?
  • Resend Confirmation Link
  • Start Over
Close
If you have any questions, please contact Customer Service
Hookup, Find Sex or Meet Someone Hot Now

Don't Talk, don't touch  

PYL01702 55M
0 posts
6/23/2020 2:27 pm
Don't Talk, don't touch


With nervousness, I wait outside the restaurant we agreed to meet at. The sun was just starting to set and I stand there doing my best to look cool and not show my anxiety. We had spent some time talking online but we never met before, and I was excited to meet you, and hoping that our date would go as I imagined many times before. A few laughs, a few drinks, some good honest conversation and a lot of fun. I wanted to make a good impression.

Before long, a car pulls up to the curb in front of me, the passenger window rolls down. I stoop to peer in at the driver. “Get in” you say. Instantly, my mind starts racing about if something has gone wrong, but I figured you could drive off if you wanted to, so asking me into the car was a good sign, even if it was a bit gruff. So, I open the door and slide myself into the seat next to you. “Hi”, I say. You look at me, put your finger to your lips and say “Don't talk.”

“OK”

You flash me the evil eye and say “Shush.” I just nod in affirmation.

You drive off into the nearby parking lot, circling a few times, obviously passing right by plenty of decent parking spaces. At last, we end up parking at the edge of the lot, spaced precisely in the middle of two lights which were just beginning to kick on as the light faded over the horizon, the front end facing into the lot. I reach to open the door and you hit the automatic lock before I can get it open. Reaching over, you grab my left wrist and put my hand on the driver's seat behind your head. “Keep it there”, you say. “See that handle?”, you nod at the grab bar over the dashboard. “Grab it, and hold onto it until I say you can let go.” I comply, gripping the bar with my right hand. “Keep your hands right where they are. Don't talk, don't touch until and unless I say.” I nod. I'm a little confused now, a bit nervous, and a bit excited. It's a strange mix of emotions that I can't put into words.

“Now look at me.” You say. Once again, I comply. You begin to unbutton you blouse, and naturally, my eyes drift downward, spotting the fringes of a lace bra. “NOT MY TITS, MY EYES! Act like a gentleman.” I look into your eyes. “Why are you here?” you ask.

“I-”

“Don't talk. How many times do I have to say it? It was a rhetorical question.” You reach over and begin to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. “I know why you're here.” Locking my attention to your eyes, you reach down my pants, cup my balls in your hand, and pull out my cock, which is flaccid but quickly stiffening. You slowly draw your hand up caressing it. “Your here because you were hoping to get laid, weren't you? Don't answer, answer me with your eyes. I can see right into you.” You keep rubbing my exposed groin as I get harder.

You remove your hand from my groin and lift the storage compartment between the seats, staring into my eyes. Without looking, you take a small bottle out, open it, and deposit it's contents into your hands, rubbing it like lotion into your palms and fingers, all the while keeping your eyes locked into mine like a vice. You lean over and reach down between my legs, rubbing the lubricant over my semi hard shaft. You feel it suddenly begin to swell and grow in your hand. “YOU were hoping”, you grip my rising cock in your hand and begin to<b> stroke </font></b>slowly, “to do something with THIS, weren't you?” I dutifully keep my eyes locked to yours. “What did you want to do with it when you invited me here?” You begin to<b> stroke </font></b>a little bit faster. “Did you want to put it in my mouth?” You open your mouth and let your tongue slide along your lips. “Did you want me to suck it? You wanted me to take it into my mouth and massage your cock with my tongue? How did you imagine it would feel to be in my mouth? Warm.....wet. Did you imagine me tongue licking up and down your cock like this?” You open your mouth and the tip of your tongue moves back and forth in your mouth. You glare into my eyes and say “You would like that, wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in my hands. Or, would you rather I<b> stroke </font></b>it side to side like this?” Your tongue deftly slithers from side to side in your mouth. You smile at me as you can see the stress in my face, the lust in my eyes.

“Or maybe,” you whisper, “you don't want me to suck it. Maybe, you want to fuck my mouth. Would you like that?” Your head tilts upward slightly so your eyes glare down into mine. “Maybe you would rather have me on my knees, with your hands on the back of my head.” You hear my breath quicken and heave slightly. “I see. You want to have me on my knees, thrusting your cock into my mouth. I can see it in your eyes. I can see you fantasizing about it, fucking my mouth as your balls slap against my chin, covered in my saliva, dripping off your balls onto my chest.” You feel my cock pulsing in your hands as you<b> stroke </font></b>me. “You're a bad boy, what kind of girl do you think I am? You think I'm the kind of girl that would just let you thrust your cock in my mouth like that? I bet you wouldn't even pull out, either, would you? You would just thrust and thrust while I drool all over your cock until you explode, holding me head tight as you unleash your load into my mouth, letting it drip all over. You think I'm that kind of girl? Well, guess what? You're not going to find out. Not tonite. Shame on you for having such filthy thoughts about me.” My shaft is rock hard in your hands.

Mockingly, you assume a look of shock. Staring into my eyes, you lean forward, close to my face. “Oh, now I understand, you wanted to FUCK me, didn't you?”

At that moment, a vehicle pulls into a parking space next to us, with just one spot between us. I glance anxiously over at the intruders. Forcefully, with one hand you reach up, grab me by the jaw, and turn my head back to you. “Eyes on ME! Nothing else!” Oil is smeared on my cheeks and chin. I struggle to not look at the other vehicle as it's passengers get out. You<b> stroke </font></b>me slowly and sensuously as we wait and listen to the bustle next us, never looking at anything but directly into each other's eyes. “You want to fuck me, don't you?” You see the look of desperation and growing lust in my eyes as you feel the pulsing throb of my cock in your hands. “Silly me, I thought you were a gentleman. I thought you were a nice man from the way you act and talk online. But now I see, that you've got a very....very...dirty mind, don't you?” You<b> stroke </font></b>me a little faster, feeling my rising passion filling your hand. I bite my lower lip, trying not to moan. “So, I wonder....when you were fantasizing about fucking me, how was it? Was I on top, riding your cock, my back arched, with my hips grinding back and forth? Hmmm? You would like that, wouldn't you?”

Your strokes get a little faster, a little more forceful. “Or, how do you like it? Let me see...” You take a few moments staring into my eyes, boring into my soul and plumbing my darkest desires through my eyes. “No, no. That's not it, is it? You...you bad little boy...you're an animal, you want it like animals do it. You want me on my hands and knees, don't you? You want to fuck me on my hands and knees, your hard cock thrusting into my poor little pussy mercilessly. You want to make me scream with my tits flopping with each hard thrust. I know, I can see it in your naughty eyes.” You scoot a little bit closer to me. You lean forward. Our noses are close to one another as you bore into me with your eyes. “How would you do it, would you do it slow, and forcefully, like this?” Your hand strokes my cock in a rhythmic jerking motion, with a moment's pause between thrusts into your hand. “Or...would you do it like this?” Your hand starts stroking me hard, and fast. My eyes begin to close and a small moan escapes my lips.

“Don't you dare cum! Not until I allow it, understand?” You stop stroking my cock and just keep it grasped in your hand, feeling my pulse as the blood pumps into my shaft, making me harder.

“Hmm....” you turn your head slightly, looking at me askance. “You wouldn't dare! Is that what you've been fantasizing about me?” You begin stroking again. “You've been dreaming about sticking this in my ass, haven't you?” I can't help it, I let out a groan. “I'm shocked! You have been, haven't you? You've been thinking about shoving this cock of your up my ass. You're one dirty, dirty man! What makes you think I would allow you to do that? You think you can just bend me over and stick this into my ass, don't you?” You feel my cock stiffen even more. By the throbbing, you can sense that I am close to cumming. “Well, you're not getting any of that tonite, that's for damn sure. You're just going to have to imagine what it's like. Close your eyes.” I comply, once again.

“I'm going to be nice, and I am going to show you what it feels like to fuck my ass. It feels just like this.” You slowly<b> stroke </font></b>my cock up and down, using two fingers to constrict my cock slightly as you slide them up and down my shaft. “Just like that. And you go slow......you feel that? Imagine me bent over the bed in front of you right now. Good. I can almost feel you inside of me. Now, I want you to show me how you would fuck me. My hand on your cock is my ass, and I want you to fuck it. Right now.” I begin to thrust into your fist, slowly at first, but with my lust overwhelming me, I begin to fuck faster. “That's it, that's good. Show me how deep you want to go. I want you to cum in my ass. Let me have it.” You cup your other hand over my cock as I fuck your fist, prepared to catch my ejaculation. “Mmmmm...that would feel so good, your cock slamming into my ass, wouldn't it. I want you to shoot your cum deep.” You lean forward more so your face is next to mine, your lips touching my ear “Cum in my ass. Fuck it hard and shoot your load in me.”

Suddenly, my back arches, my knuckles go white and I let out a loud groan. You feel my hot semen pour into your hands as my cock throbs in your fist. Slowly, gently, you pump every little bit out into your hand that you can, as you feel me slowly go flaccid.

My eyes open and I look at you, my chest heaving for breath. You remove your hands from my groin, rub the semen over your hands. You reach into your blouse and pull your breasts out of your bra, rubbing my cum on your nipples first, and then covering your whole breasts. Then, daintily, you pull the cups of your bra back up over your breasts. With a shrug, you adjust the bra to fit properly again, and button up your blouse. You reach into your purse and pull out some wipes, and being to clean your hands, not saying a word. When done, you toss a couple of wipes into my lap, saying “Now, clean yourself up, and then you're going to buy me a nice dinner, and drinks, and you're going to treat me like a lady. Then you can talk, understand?”

I nod.

“And all the while, I want you to think about what's under my shirt right now. You wanted to know what I will be wearing, remember? I'm wearing you to dinner.” You smile maliciously.

With that, we get out of the car, and walk silently into the restaurant.

/end

Become a member to create a blog