Tommy

Tommy was amazing. He was like crack to me, I just couldn't stop being with him even tho I knew he was all wrong for me. Tommy and I met on AFF.com, he contacted me and we chatted for a could days through YIM. He had a hot photo of himself posted and he was everything I could have dreamt up about a perfect guy for me. Tall, very muscular because he was a power-lifter, retired Marine, dominant, aggressive and had his own place. He shaved his head which is cool with me, hair or a lack thereof doesn't matter to me at all.

He asked me for my phone number and called me right away. He was at work, but he very quickly asked me out and we agreed to meet at his place in a couple days after he got off work. It was Decemeber, and on the day of the date it was snowing pretty heavily, but I was so hot for him I just didn't want to cancel, I wanted to meet him in person and have him hold me up against that massive chest while we kissed.

You have to know this about me, that my dream guy is someone who hits the weights, I love a muscular guy. He doesn't have to Look like Arnold, but I like it when I can feel the strength and when the muscles are visible. Does a man need a 6-pack? No. But I'm a visual person, and if you have a slamming body it will help to get me off, and I will worship it, and those two things will be mutually benificial to you.

The drive to his place took forever, and the whole time he and I were talking on the phone, jhust chatting about the storm and how long it was taking us to get there. I actually beat him to his own house, so I sat in his drive way and waited for him. When he go there he let us in and he wated to take a shower cause he was sweaty in the car. OMG people his house was a mess. Like hoarders bad, junk everywhere and piles of stuff. I nosed around while he showered. When he emerged he was wearing jeans but no shirt. I could tell it was on purpose, so I could see his chest and shoulders, but I watched transfixed as he put his shirt on over his head. I walked over to the window to see the snow falling and he came up from behind. He pointed out a couple points of interest in his backyard, they we fell silent. I turned to face him, hoping he would get the hint and kiss me.

Before I get into the first kiss, let me tell you what I was wearing. I had a pair of jeans that were an Old Navy boy cut size 16. I'm 5'8" so I was a little heavy at the time. I wore a size 38DD bra, I'm not a little girl. I wore this light pink button down cashmere cartigan and I had it buttoned all the way, modest style. No shirt underneath, just the sweater. This is important later.

So anyway, I turn to face him and I asked if I looked like my photos, if I was what he expected. he looked me up and down and said "You look better in person". Good answer right!? I go silent because I want him to kiss me, and his eyes roam my face for a second and land on my lips, then up to my eyes, as if he's checking for permission. Then quick as a flash he puts one hand into my hair and the other at my hip and draws me in. He's a great kisser, and he controlled it all, moving my head the way he wanted, kissing my mouth, using his tongue and it was really hot. Being up against him was like leaning against an oak tree. He's moving down my face to my neck, and here was where the fun started to happen. He starts to nibble on my neck right there in the sensitive hollow, and I began to moan with pleasure. Holy shit it was like being hit by lightning, he was running his teeth and tongue on my neck and I moaned and moaned, and that only served to get his stoked and super turned on and he was doing it harder and harder and I moaned louder. I think if he wasn't holding me so tight I would have fallen, I was so turned on and so out of my mind.

Tommy pulls back and releases my hair, only to use that hand to unbutton the top 4 buttons on my sweater one-handed, like pop,pop,pop,pop. Then he uses both hands to grab both sides of the sweater and bra and pull both off my shoulders far enough that my breasts are exposed completely. Now he's working on thoses and I'm literally blown away and breathless and can't think. I want him to stop because I really didn't want to fuck on the first date but I also DO NOT WANT HIM TO STOP.

Next post...what I actually did.