This wasn’t like a normal date. She believed this was THE DATE. The date to end all others. As they sat across the table from each other, she couldn’t help but daydream about what their life together would be like. She envisioned their wedding, a grandiose event full to the brim with pomp and circumstance. She fantasized about her father walking her down the aisle and her mother quietly crying in the front row. Quickly, she moved on to visualizing the birth of their first child. In her mind, they would be happy together forever.

Meanwhile, he couldn’t stop thinking about the score of the game playing on the TV behind the bar. He had just gotten out of a pretty serious and somewhat toxic relationship and wasn’t really looking for another. But his friends swore up and down that they would hit it off. So here he was, on a date he didn’t really want to be on with a woman who looked like she was planning their wedding right there at the table.

The waitress came to the table and took their order. After she left, they engaged in standard small talk about their careers and other innocuous topics. She spoke glowingly about her work in the pediatric cancer ward at the children’s hospital. As he listened to her talk about specific patients that had touched her heart, he couldn’t help but start daydreaming himself. Except the images running through his head were more explicit.

After dinner, they decided to walk for a little while and keep talking. He told her about growing up as a military brat, she shared stories from her childhood in Texas. “You’re really easy to talk to,” she remarked, a quick smile sprinted across her face, “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” He let out a content smile and nodded in agreement.

“I don’t want this night to end, at least not yet,” she said as she reached her hand for his. “Neither do I,” he replied and clasped her hand in his. They walked hand in hand towards the sound of jazz music pouring out of a lounge further down the block.

Once inside, they quickly found a table near the parquet dance floor. Unlike at the restaurant, they sat extremely close to each other. As the smooth sounds of the jazz ensemble filled the intimate setting, they sat quietly holding hands and hoping the other would make the first move. When the band began playing In a Sentimental Mood, he decided to get the ball rolling. “May I have this dance?” he asked as he stood up and extended his hand towards her. She smiled from ear to ear and quickly grabbed his hand.

As they slowly danced, she couldn’t help but catch a whiff of his cologne. The enthralling scent made her try to burrow her face deeper into his chest. Her soft, kinky hair tickled his nose a little bit, but the mixed aromas from her shampoo and perfume made him dizzy with desire. And his anatomy quickly made sure she knew. She softly pulled away from him then looked down at the growing bulge in the front of his pants. At that moment, he wished he could bury his head in the sand and pretend the world didn’t exist. “I’m so sorry,” he exclaimed. She didn’t say anything, she just switched her gaze from his package to his face.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Dejected, he dropped his head to chest and sulked off the dance floor while trying to conceal the burgeoning erection in his pants. They made their way out the door and he instinctively started walking towards his car with his battered ego in tow. “Where are you going?” He spun on his heels and was pleasantly greeted by the site of her halfway running to catch up with him. He stammered to explain but she jumped into his arms and kissed him.

When they arrived at her townhouse, she gave him a quick tour then told him to go in the bedroom and get comfortable. Like a good soldier, he did as he was told. A few seconds later, music started playing. Song after song played, and he started to detect a theme to the evening’s soundtrack. That’s when Cater 2 U by Destiny’s Child came on. “What you think, baby?” He sat up and was greeted by the sight of her standing in the doorway wearing a black satin bra and panties with black thigh high silk stockings.

He couldn’t muster the ability to speak, his jaw just descended towards my lap. “I guess that means you like what you see.” It took everything in him to pick up his jaw and eagerly nod his head. He watched as she slowly stalked across the room like a lioness hunting her prey. Once she was in arm’s reached, He stretched his hand out to touch her but she gently pushed it away. She stood between his knees so he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Her scent was intoxicating, a mixture of lavender and fresh flowers. He just held her and inhaled. She wrapped her arms around his head and smothered him with her breasts.

After a few moments, she pulled away and took a step back. He sat up straight, drinking in the sight of the beautiful woman in front of him. Then she walked back in between his legs and gently pushed his shoulders back. Just like a good soldier, he fell back onto his elbows. She climbed on top of him, pushed him all the way down onto the bed then leaned down until they were face to face. Then she kissed him so hard that his lips almost started bleeding. He went to wrap his arms around her, but she pinned his hands to the bed. “Just lay back and relax baby, let me do this,” she said in between kisses.

She trailed kisses from his mouth, across his cheek to his eye and then down his neck to his collarbone. Without climbing off of him, she pulled his wife beater over his head. Then she reversed course from his collarbone to his cheek and finally back to his lips. He summoned every ounce of willpower he could to not touch her. She climbed off the bed and stood in between his legs, then she leaned over and kissed all over his torso. He propped himself up on his elbows and made eye contact with her. She was crouched down between his knees and staring back at him, each of her hands had a firm grip on either side of my underwear. And in one swift move, she yanked them off of him, freeing his rock hard manhood. He started to sit up, but she placed her left hand on his stomach as she took his dick in her right hand and mouth.

She took the art of sucking dick to a new level that night. It was as if she was making love to him with her mouth. She took her time, giving attention to every inch of him. As she sucked and licked his shaft with the passion of a woman possessed, he could feel an explosion building up inside. “Oh shit baby, I’m about to cum,” he moaned. Without breaking her stride, she replied, “Do it then.” And just like that, he fired off in her mouth. He lifted his head to look at her as she swallowed every drop without hesitation. “Get all the way on the bed,” she commanded as she climbed onto the queen-sized bed beside him. Once he was at the head of the bed, she quickly straddled his hips and slid his still-erect dick inside of her. She sat there for a while, using her vaginal muscles to massage his member. She started grinding on him, slow at first but she gradually picked up speed until she was frantically bouncing up and down on his dick. “Oh my God baby, shit!” she screamed and planted the palms of her hands in his chest. After a few moments, she exploded and collapsed onto his chest. “Promise me we’ll always be like this,” she murmured. He planted a kiss on her forehead and gave her his word. Then they let the post-coital euphoria carry them off into dream land.