[mavfan909]

When I first started dating my wife, she didn’t sleep with me for almost 2 months. She was just out of college and I was in my early 30s. She had only been with 4 guys prior to meeting me. She wasnt prude, but didnt just hop in the sack like I did. At that point, I had slept with over 100 women. So this whole teasing thing (not her intention) drove me crazy.

On our second or third date, we went to happy hour and a nice dinner near the water. After a few drinks at happy hour, we went for a stroll before dinner. She was wearing jeans and boots. We started kissing as we walked. She is a great kisser. The kissing got way more aggressive and she stopped so we could sit and kiss on a bench. We kissed for about 5-6 minutes. On the sly, I checked my watch and told her we needed to go if we were going to make our dinner reservation. So she stood up and turned her back to me. I looked at her amazing ass (she has little tits but a perfect bubble ass). The back of her jeans was soaked. I told her to turn around and sure enough the front of her jeans were equally as wet. She was mortified. I told her that I had never been more turned on seeing how wet I made her.

I could lie and say we never made it to dinner, but we did. I hadn’t seen her naked at that point. I hadn’t even touched her other than over clothes as we kissed. When I dropped her off, I walked her to the door and we made out again. She got even more wet this fine. I mean her jeans were soaked. I mentioned how wet they were and she stopped kissing me. She took my hand and put it down the front of her jeans so I could feel it myself. Then she gave me a single kiss, thanked me for the evening, and walked inside and shut the door. I could barely walk.

Another quick one. When I was in college, I met this hostess who had just started that day at the bar I worked at. The owner made all the hostesses wear tight black dresses. This girl was gorgeous. We both worked a double and at the start of the second shift, another hostess came over and told me she thought I was cute. A few hours later, I told her there was a house party that night and asked he to come with me. We had barely said anything to each other all day. She drove us over and I kept looking at her legs while she drove. I started holding her hand and kissed her when we got to a light. She was a bit surprised but was all about it. We got to the house party and had a few drinks. We were sitting on a couch and I had my arm around her. She was rubbing my leg. She got up to go to the bathroom and I followed her. When she was done, she opened the door and I walked in and shut it behind us. We kissed deeply. I pushed her back so her butt was leaning on the sink. I knelt down and pulled her dress up. She had white lacy panties on and they were soaked. So much so that she had a single drip going down her thigh. Holy shit that was hot. I love knowing I can turn someone on like that. She was embarrassed when I looked up at her and she tried to push her dress back down. I told her it was amazing and she shouldn’t be embarrassed. She moved her hand away. I kissed her flat, tan stomach and then pulled down her panties in one motion. Again, she was surprised but didn’t stop me. I went down on her alternating between licking her clit and penetrating her with my tongue. I will never forget the sounds she made. Not porn like or fake. Just genuine passion. She dug her nails in my back as I entered her with my fingers while licking her clit. The whole experience only went on for 2-3 minutes. It concluded with her having a whole body shaking orgasm. We opened the door and smiled at the two girls waiting to pee.

Years later, I went back to the same bar with my GF at that time. We were sitting outside. The door opened and our server walked out. It was the hostess. I hadn’t seen her in 5 years. She was still spectacularly good looking. We looked at each other but didn’t acknowledge we knew each other. She took our drink order and went back inside. I was freaking out because I always wanted to see her again after that night, but I moved away for grad school. When she came to the table with our drinks, she looked directly at my GF and introduced herself. She said “Hi, I’m J. The day after my birthday I met W and he went down on me in a bathroom at a party and I came on his face. I’ll be back to take your food order”.

Holy shit! She actually never came back out as she transferred the table to another waiter. I’m sure she was mad and/or embarrassed. But how hot is it that she remembered that night so vividly all those years later. My GF didn’t give a shit at all. But when we got home, she asked me to do what I did to the hostess to her. I obliged!