“Dude, you’re going to love this. So I signed us up for two blind dates at Rendezvous tonight.” There was a smirk on his face that I knew well—he had a crazy night planned for us.
“Blind dates? Who the fuck are you? Why would you sign us up for dates—and blind dates at that?” I wasn’t sure what I was missing here.
Brian took another swig of his beer and laughed. He then gave me a sly grin and tilt the head of his beer bottle at me. “Dude, you have no idea how many hot chicks go to these things. Places like Rendezvous are all the rage now. It’s basically this lounge where the entire place is pitch black. When you sign up, you list a few requirements you have and then they pair you up with someone. They then seat you with the person in a table for two and you talk over some appetizers and drink in complete darkness. Girls think it’s a great way to connect with guys on an emotional level.” Brian made air quotes with his fingers when he said “connect” and rolled his eyes. “Anyway, a lot of these chicks are hot and after an evening of flirting in the dark, they can get quite horny.” He chuckled at the thought.
“So you’ve gone to one of these things?” I was still skeptical that getting set up on some blind date with God knows who wasn’t a completely mistake. I wanted to go out and have a crazy night with hot chicks who wanted the same thing as me: one fucktastic night of multiple climaxes. I didn’t want to get stuck with some girl who wanted anything more than that.
“Not to Rendezvous, but there’s a place in L.A. that has the same set up, and they recommended Rendezvous. And dude,” he leaned towards me with a wide devious smirk, if it’s anything like the place in L.A., there are some hot and wild girls that go, and think about it, you just never know what can happen in the dark. Talk about building up the anticipation through foreplay.” He snickered at the thought, as if he was in on a secret that I didn’t know.
Okay, so maybe this could be interesting. “So what happened when you went to the place in L.A.?” My curiosity was peaked at how excited he seemed about the place.
His eyes lit up as he thought back to the memory. “Well the time I went, I was paired up with a hot ass Asian girl, but of course, I didn’t know she was a hot ass Asian girl until after we left the lounge and fucked all night at her place.”
“Nice!”
“It gets better. So half way through our drinks and appetizers, she went under the table and gave me head and swallowed every single drop. Best fucking appetizer I’d ever had!” He threw his head back and laughed uncontrollably at his play on words.
“And probably the best fucking drink for her!” We both lost it in a fit of laughter as he gave me a high five. I finished my beer and shook my head. “You lucky bastard! You and your Asian fetish.”
“I know, right? What were the chances that I get paired up with an Asian girl, and she was fucking hot. And between you and me, after that ‘appetizer,’ I found her clit ring, and it wasn’t with my hands.” He gave me a devious wink and we broke out in another round of laughter.
“Say no more, man. You’ve convinced me! Let’s fucking go. You know me, I’m always down to try new things for the name of sex.”
CHAPTER THREE
Rendezvous was located in an unassuming corner of the Marina District of San Francisco. The outside wasn’t crowded with dozens of people in their twenties who were looking for a crazy night of fun like Bar None or Monaghan’s, two classic fraternity-like dive bars in the area. I would never have guessed a lounge was located here if I didn’t know any better.
“Oh yeah, what requirements did you end up writing down for us for our dates when you signed us up?” I asked Brian when we approached the front door of Rendezvous.
“Well for me: Asian, between five feet and five feet five, and enjoys yoga. For you: blonde, looking for a fun time, and loves drinking.”
I laughed at the requirements. “Damn, sounds about right. Why yoga though? I didn’t know you were into that shit?”
Brian smirked, “Girl who do yoga are flexible as fuck! You’d be surprised how many crazy positions are possible.”
“Well shit, why didn’t you put that requirement down for me too then? Selfish bastard!” I punched him on the shoulder.
He laughed. “You’re limited to three requirements. I thought those were more important for you. You’ve always thought that blondes are sluttier than the rest and easier to bang without a commitment.”
“Touché. Thanks for looking out, dude.” I shook my head at how well Brian knew me.
When we walked through the front door, we found ourselves in a waiting area with several groups of men and women. Two women with charts were checking everyone in. I looked around and Brian was right. Most of the women here were hot and my excitement grew for the night.
“Brian Pierce and Damian Castillo,” Brain said to the one of the women holding a chart.
“Here you are. So the ladies we’ve paired you up with are already seated. So those guys over there—” she gestured to a couple of guys with night vision goggles on by the door that led into the lounge, “—are going to walk you to your tables. So here are the ground rules. The event will last for an hour. You get three drinks each and some appetizers will be on the table. Take your hour to really get to know your date. Without the sense of sight involved, you’d be surprised on much your other senses are heightened. At the end of the hour, you guys are welcome to walk out of the lounge together and continue your date elsewhere. Any questions?”
“Nope,” Brian and I both said.
“Great. Oh yes, one last thing. There’s absolutely no sex allowed at the event. We had an accident the other week, so we want to make that clear. You’re welcome to hold each other’s hand, kiss, and explore the heightened sense of touch, but we just ask that you save any potential sexual activity of any kind for after you leave the lounge.” The woman gestured to two of the guys by the door who motioned for us to follow them.
“Enjoy your evenings, guys.” The woman gave us a smile before moving on to a group of hot girls waiting behind us.
Brian nudged me when we were out of her line of vision. “What did I tell you?” he whispered. “Have fun bro.”
I chuckled. “You too, man.” Maybe this will be a fun night after all, I thought as I followed one of the guys into the darkness of the lounge.
It was pitch dark inside, but I could hear distant chatter from all directions of this spacious lounge. The guy carefully guided me across the lounge to a table.
“Here you are sir,” he said as he guided my hand to a chair. “Your date is already seated here in front of you, and your first round of cocktails and appetizers are already on the table. Enjoy your evening, guys.”
“Thank you,” I heard a female voice say. She was no more than two feet in front of me.
“Hey gorgeous,” I said in a husky voice.
“Hi. How do you know I’m gorgeous?” she teased.
“I could just tell from the sexiness of your voice.”
She giggled and I could tell she was buying it. “Well, you’re right. I’m pretty fucking gorgeous,” she purred.
Cocky! My kind of fuck buddy.
“Hey, so who am I talking to?”
“I’m May. I love your voice, too. What’s your name?” Her voice was seductive and I could hear a promise of a wild night by the way she drew out her words playfully.
“Damian. Sex God at your service.” I heard her giggle and I knew she thought I was joking. But, I wasn’t, and if she was lucky, she’d discover that soon enough.
I raised my drink toward her direction. “A toast. To a fun and memorable night.”
“I’ll drink to that.” I heard her glass hit mine and felt one of her hands reach over to touch my arm. “And with me, honey, I guarantee you’ll have the most fun and memorable night you’ve had in awhile.” Her voice was low and raspy and I could tell she meant more than just the next hour here at the lounge. As if to confirm my thoughts, I felt her fingers gently trace the contours of my forearm, causing m
y cock to stiffen. Wow, my senses are heightened. I instantly wondered how far this girl will go in the next hour.
“I’m all about having a lot of fun.” I moved my hand toward her and found her cheeks. I lightly traced the skin down her neck and along her collarbone, causing her to inhale sharply. I smiled, knowing the anticipation was killing her too.
“So I hope this isn’t too forward, but can I tell you what I want out of this first date?”
My body became rigid at her words. Fuck, I knew this is too good to be true. “First date”? She’s already thinking about future dates. “Okay?”
“A lot of women that come to these things are looking for a relationship …”
I cringed at her words. I can’t believe she’s already bringing this up.
“But I’m not one of those women.”
My ears perked up and I wondered if I heard her correctly. “What do you mean?”
“I’m a very sensual person and wanted to try something new, but I don’t want a relationship. I hope that’s okay with you.”
“Yes!” I exclaimed with a laugh, “That’s more than okay. All I want is a good time.”
She giggled. “Well I’m glad we’re on the same page. One more thing, how old are you, and how do you feel about older women?”
“I’m 27.” I leaned forward and whispered, “And let’s just say, I’ve had my fair share of hot older women, and they’re great fucks.”
“We are,” she agreed. “You’ll know just how great by the time I’m done with you.”
“Was that a promise?” I flirted back.
Instead of responding, she placed something in the palm of my hand. It felt like a strawberry. “Feed that to me,” she ordered.
Anticipation raced through me as I complied and held the strawberry toward her, using both hands to guide them into her mouth. The second my hand reached her lips, she gently kissed both my index and middle fingers, taking them slowly into her mouth, an inch at a time. I groaned in pleasure as her lips and tongue worked in unison and rhythmically moved up and down my fingers, sending electric-charged pulses of pleasure down to my cock. If this was how good her lips had felt on my fingers, I knew tonight would be a good night.
“Fuck,” I growled. “That’s some talent you have there.”
“You’ve felt nothing yet,” she promised.
And she was right. Seconds later, I heard her move underneath the table, and before I knew what was going on, she was unzipping my jeans. I shifted in my seat as she moved my jeans down to my ankles. I felt her move the tablecloth over my exposed area and without warning, her mouth engulfed the entire length of my shaft as her hand fondled with my balls.
My head jerked back at the intensity of the pleasure as her mouth moved along my cock. Her mouth was cold and hot, all at the same time, and it took me a second to realize she had an ice cube in her mouth as she sucked my dick. The coldness of the ice with the heat of her silky tongue sent waves of near-agonizing pleasure through my entire body. I let out an uncontrollable primal groan as her mouth relentlessly moved along the length of my cock. Within seconds, I was on the edge of coming all over her as my hands griped the edge of the table for support.
But just as I was about to come, she stopped, causing me to draw a sharp intake of breath. “Why the fuck did you stop?” I whispered down toward her.
Without responding, I felt her put something over my cock—a condom. She crawled up between my legs and immediately she straddled me. I couldn’t see her, but I could fell her taunt body on top of mine. I felt the heat of her breath against my ear before I heard her. “Because I want to show you how an older woman fucks,” she murmured. Then she slipped her tongue into my ear and began to nibble at my earlobe, causing currents of pleasure to radiate through me.
My cock was rock hard and needed to be inside her, but she straddled on top of me, teasing the tip of my cock with her wet center. I grabbed her thighs and realized she was wearing a skirt. Easy access. This woman is a pro at this! My hands ran up her thighs and didn’t find her panties.
“I went commando,” she whispered, reading my thoughts.
Her words ignited my body on fire and I felt the anticipation building as I tried to move her hips lower so that I could enter her.
“Not yet,” she gasped as the tip of my cock entered her by an inch.
“Don’t tease me, woman,” I warned. I felt her full voluptuous breasts pressed against my chest, and I was frustrated and ravenous for a taste of her. I pushed through her blouse and bra with my face and began to suck on her breasts.
I knew I had broken through her resistance because within seconds, sharp gasps escaped from her lips and I felt her body arch against me as she lowered herself onto my cock. I grunted at the magnitude of pleasure that washed through me when I was inside her velvety wetness.
Our groans got increasingly louder as I moved her hips up and down my cock. I thought I heard the increase of chatter toward our direction, but I was unable to focus on anything else but my race to my climax.
May reached her orgasm first and I felt her tighten around me as she started to scream, “Yes! Yes! Yesss—Hey, what the hell?”
Without warming, May was no longer straddling me. I couldn’t see where she went but the voices around us finally reached my consciousness.
“Sir, can you hear me? Sir!”
“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded as I zipped up my jeans over my hard erection. Frustrated and pissed off, I had completely forgotten where we were.
“Sir, you and your date must leave the premises immediately! If you do not, we will be forced to call the police for public sexual activity. You have been given explicit warning before the date started against these illegal acts. The staff here saw everything, and you have disrupted the dates for the patrons at the neighboring tables.”
“Alright, dude. I got lost in the moment. It happens. I’m leaving!”
When I got outside, I finally came face to face to the hot cougar that I had banged inside. Hot, blonde, and tall, with a large rack. 8.5! Definitely a 8.5.
She looked at me with lust in her eyes as she licked her lips. “You’re hotter than my hottest fantasies. Come home with me and I’ll make sure I finish you off right.” There was a gleam in her eyes and I knew it was going to be a fun night ahead.
***
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at her condo in SOMA. The minute the cab dropped us off, there seemed to be an unspoken conversation between our hands and lips as they met with a rush of urgency. She’d unzipped my jeans and I had ripped off her blouse by the time we got to her front door.
When we got inside, she quickly undressed in front of me before jumping on me.
“I want you to fuck me on the washer now!” she demanded.
I loved women who were aggressive when it came to sex, especially older and more experienced ones. I obeyed and carried her to into the laundry room and propped her on top of the washer. As she turned the washer on high, I put a condom on.
I kissed her violently against the rocking of the washer. Her fingers moved frenziedly through my hair as her legs wrapped around my ass and pulled me closed against her.
“Fuck me hard!” she screamed as she spread her thighs wider to receive me.
“God, you’re so hot, May.”
“Call me Mrs. Robinson, Benjamin!” she screamed.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” I roared. Roleplaying as Benjamin and Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate had always been one of my fantasies. “You’re so wild, Mrs. Robinson!” I position my cock to enter her as she sat on the washer, but she stopped me.
“What’s wrong?” I looked at her with confusion. “I can’t take it any longer!”
“I want you to get on the washer and I’ll straddle you.”
“Well that’s a new position.” I looked at her to elaborate some more.
“I do yoga everyday, so I’m flexible. This position is much better than me on the washer. You cock turns into a live dick vibrator each ti
me it enters me. Trust me, it’s amazing.”
“Oh believe me, I do.” Without waiting another second, I got on the washer and pulled her up for her to straddle me.
“I purposely got a sturdy washer for this exact reason,” she explained, “It can hold a lot of weight on top of it.”
“You are one hot Mrs. Robinson.” The vibration from the washer tingled against my rock-hard cock and the anticipation of being beside of her was becoming unbearable.
“Now, stop talking, and let me ride you!”
“Giddy up, cowgirl!” My kind of woman! I thought in delight as she rode my cock against the vibrations of the washer.
She screamed my name at the top of her lungs as I moved her hips and pounded deeper in her. “Slap my ass!” she yelled between her gasps and screams.
I slapped her ass hard repeatedly as my mouth tasted her breasts that were bouncing violently against my chest. For the next few minutes, I was in a hypersensitive state of euphoria as I reached the apex of my climax.
“Fuck, I’m about to come, baby!”
I felt her reach down behind my balls and pressed against my male G spot, causing me to come into her violently. I spasmed out of control as I fell into the abyss of one of my most intense orgasms.
***
As we laid there partially clothed on the floor of the laundry room, coming down from the frenzy of what just transpired on top of the washer, I felt a deep sleep creeping in. I started to get up and say my goodbyes—I hated to sleepover at a woman’s place. It reeked of intimacy to me.
“That was fun,” I broke the silence as I sat upright and leaned against the washer. “But I have an early morning tomorrow—”
May laughed before I could finish talking. “Honey, who said we’re done?”
I raised one eyebrow at her in amusement and chuckled. I was tired, but I had a feeling another fuck session with this woman was worth my time. “What do you have in mind?”
May got up and took out her hands. “Come on, let’s have some fun in bed.” I followed her into the kitchen and watched her pulled a few things from the fridge. A bottle of rum. Whipped cream. Honey. Chocolate syrup. She then grabbed a tin of peppermint Altoids from one of the drawers and gave me a devious smile. “Your cock will love my mouth with these.”
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