We had talked about seeing each other again, me coming over to his. Spending some time naked together.

I had said to him that I was excited for it, really looking forward to spending that time with him. But he responded that he was incredibly busy, had plans every evening. That no day that week had enough time to properly spend with each other. That he thought I deserved several hours of his attention.

I think he felt sorry for me. Which is why he offered to meet me again. For ‘another kiss date’ – at first I said I’m not sure if a few quick kisses would sate my needs but in the end I thought it’ll be nice to see him anyway. He’s nice to be around, he’s nice to look at. He’s definitely nice to kiss.

So, we met up again. In the same corner of the car park of the cafe we met for our coffee date. This time we chatted briefly before curling up in the backseat of his car. The kissing started off a bit slow, exploratory but soon I was getting a bit impatient. That his hands were still chastely above my clothing.

It felt nice kissing, him nibbling on my neck, his hands everywhere. But in the end, my impatience drove things to where I wanted them to be. I moved his hand from over my dress to under it and right over my nipple. Later, I moved aside my knickers and his hand right to where I wanted it.

None of it was perfect. It was still two people who were figuring out things about each other. Mostly, he found out how quickly and how many times I could orgasm in the space of 20 minutes and I found out the sound he makes when I licked a certain part of his neck.