The First Date: A Surprise Request

By Jasinda Geller

"I suppose that if things had been better, if our daily life had been better, that a different decision would have come, but in the end, it was my choice. I encouraged her to take the job. She did, and a month after moving out we agreed to file for divorce. The judge that signed the final papers probably wondered what was wrong with us, because instead of angry faces at the last, our final moment of being married was a very passionate kiss."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasinda Geller
• Release date: Mar 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005103613

Jasinda Geller

I am a middle aged woman who loves reading and writing erotica. Erotica just gives me a sense of liberation like nothing else. I hope you enjoy my writing. Do leave reviews after reading my writings. Thank you in advance

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The First Date: A Surprise Request

By Jasinda Geller

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: Introduction

Chapter 2: Introduction to single ladies

Chapter 3: What it’s like to strip

Chapter 4: Trying things a different way

Chapter 5: Boss’s Daughter

Chapter 6: The trip

Chapter 7: Thanksgiving

Chapter 8: Setting him up for a surprise

Chapter 1: Introduction

Sylvia was my high school sweetheart. She was tall, gorgeous, intelligent, sweet, and loving. Everything I had been taught to look for in a girl. We dated throughout high school and, as everyone expected, we married shortly after graduation. We had embarked on what we expected to be our own fairytale life.

To many of our peer's dismay and chiding, we managed to both still be virgins on the night of our wedding. In great anticipation on both our parts, we finally had sex for the first time, somewhat clumsily, but enjoyable nonetheless, on our first night of the rest of our lives. And a second time and a third time and several more times the next day. Sex was perfect, life was perfect, everything was perfect.

Off we went a few weeks later to college, and the first of our many arguments. We of course made up in bed, several times. But one argument led to another to another. We always made up but we also always seemed to find another argument. We told ourselves that after the stress of college was gone things would get so much better, so for six years we both struggled through it, putting up with the arguing and making up until we could finally move on to a much more stable and comfortable life.

It should have been no surprise, but it was to us, that things didn't get better after college. I was a slob, which she hated. She couldn't cook, which I hated. She was perpetually late, which when we were younger didn't bother me, but now did. I was always wanting to be early which only frustrated us both more. There was no doubt we loved each other. At night in bed, things were fantastic. Sex was fantastic. We explored and learned, but inevitably morning came and the friction of the night before changed to a different kind of friction.

The opportunity for a big promotion came for her, but with a stipulation. She was going to have to move to New York. It was a move that I had no interest in making. I had grown up a small town boy and living out in the country was all I knew. Even now, as an engineer for a huge corporation we were able to live in a wonderful country setting. The discussion was surprisingly short. I did love her, and I wanted her to be successful, but it looked like success was going to take her down a path I wasn't willing to follow.

I suppose that if things had been better, if our daily life had been better, that a different decision would have come, but in the end, it was my choice. I encouraged her to take the job. She did, and a month after moving out we agreed to file for divorce. The judge that signed the final papers probably wondered what was wrong with us, because instead of angry faces at the last, our final moment of being married was a very passionate kiss.

So how do you move on from something like this? We both knew that our love wasn't enough. There was a lot more to a successful life with a partner than just love and sex. I decided to take a big swing, so to speak, and changed jobs as well. I packed up and moved from the big corporation in the middle of nowhere to a relatively small company on the edge of a moderately sized Midwestern town.

The whole environment was different in the company. Although they had a couple hundred employees, they still wanted it to have a family feel. And it did. Before long I had a whole new bunch of friends, mostly from work, but a few that I met through associations from work. I found a small house in the country and settled in to my new life. The one thing that I found lacking was having the affections of a woman.

My wife and I were still friendly and talked on the phone frequently, both of us finding it hard to start dating again in our thirties. But we talked and encouraged each other. At first, dates were with women that I met in bars. Not that I was a particularly big drinker, but at least there were women my age that were single. The most common came from what I call honky-tonk bars. Cowboy hats, line dancing, cowboy boots and mini-skirts were the dress of the day. Quite a few of these led to one night stands and on occasion several night stands. But the bar scene wasn't me. I loved the outdoors and photography. Didn't much matter what, but if it was outdoors, I loved it. Camping, fishing, hunting, hiking, you name it, I was up to try it. Denise, a sexy young thing I picked up in a bar hit it off well with me. She seemed to like the outdoors as much as I did.

We spent several weekends camping and breaking in my new boat. I kind of thought it had some potential, but alas, at twenty-seven she wasn't quite done sowing her wild oats, and when I stopped by her apartment one day unannounced, I found her riding bareback on some cowboy that didn't even have the decency to take his hat off for a girl.

Back to the drawing board.

It was a Saturday afternoon. Shopping day. I had my list and was at my favorite grocery store. Yes, I did have a favorite store. While Sylvia couldn't burn a paper bag, I on the other hand was a VERY good cook. I loved to cook. I just didn't love cleaning up after myself. Anyway, there I was, standing in the pasta aisle looking at the different jars of marinara sauce, trying to decide if I should actually buy a premade sauce or make my own. I barely noticed her. She was rather petite and unassuming in the baggy gray sweat suit. In fact, I barely even noticed that she was standing next to me as I reached for a jar, the exact same jar she happened to be reaching for. I grabbed at the bottom while she wrapped her fingers around the lid.

Both of us, suddenly realizing we were holding someone else's jar, let go. I saw the jar start to fall from the shelf, and reached for it again to save it from smashing on the floor. She did the same, both of us missing the jar but instead bumping heads in the attempt. We stood back up, rubbing our bruised noggins and laughing. It was the first time I'd had a good laugh in weeks. We exchanged a few words of apology and went on with our respective shopping.

After figuratively bumping into her in several more aisles, we somehow ended up in the same checkout line next to each other. Taking this as a boot in the pants from fate, I suggested that maybe we could share a bite of lunch. Twenty minutes later we were sitting across from each other at a Subway, having finally exchanged names, discussing the usual life kinds of things, like are you single, and are you seeing anybody? Fortunately for me , Crystal answered no to all those important questions, so I suggested a dinner to get even more acquainted.

So, Michael, where would you suggest? Crystal asked, a little glint of mischief in her eye, the corners of her mouth turned up in a pleasant little grin.

Well, actually, I was going to suggest my place, I answered.

Oh really? she asked, an eyebrow going up but the smile not leaving her face.

I didn't mean it that way! I replied quickly, blushing for some reason. I just meant that, well I enjoy cooking and I thought maybe I'd cook. No point in paying fifty bucks for a meal that I can make myself.

Mmmmm he cooks? she said to no one. Tell you what. I always go dutch the first date, but since this is an unusual date, how about a deal. You cook this one and I'll cook the next?

You know that pretty much locks us into two dates, I said with a chuckle.

Yeah, it kinda does, doesn't it? Well, we'll just have to hope that the first one goes well, won't we?

It would seem so, I agreed.

So, I usually don't ask this, it's asked of me, but...can I get your address?

Huh? Oh God yes, I said, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. I used a napkin and wrote my address and a small line map of how to get to my house and slid it over to her. How about six thirty tomorrow?

Sounds like a date, she said with a smile.

We finished eating and each went our separate ways.

The next evening found me working away in the kitchen, my spaghetti sauce bubbling gently, having been simmering for several hours. Dinner was parmesan eggplant, grilled Italian sausage and linguini, with of course my homemade sauce. She just struck me as more of a low meat sort rather than steak and potatoes. I'd barely finished changing into a pair of Dockers and a button down sport shirt when the doorbell rang. I dropped down the stairs of my two story, taking them two at a time and ending up at the front door after only the second ring of the bell.

To say I was shocked wouldn't even begin to cover my reaction. Standing at the door was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was slender, about five and a half feet tall, her hips and ass curving gently to a thin waist which flowed up gracefully to her full round breasts. The red dress she had on clung to her like a second skin from the middle of her thighs to just below her breasts. The belt around her middle separated the skintight lower portion from the two red silk triangles covering the front of her full round chest. The triangles were held in place over each breast by a variety of strips of red ribbon and small round string ties over her shoulders and to a red collar around her neck. The straps and ties apparently extended around her sides and across her back as well. The effect was to leave everything down the center, between her full, round creamy tits from the red satin collar to the belt completely open to my view. She had on red stockings, and four inch red heels. Her long blonde hair was parted on her right side, a portion hanging down on that side of her, with the bulk of her hair trailing down over her left shoulder in a loose braid that ended in several trailing wisps just below her left breast.

I stood there staring, wondering for a moment if this were the same woman that I ate lunch with only the day before.

So are you going to invite me in? she asked softly, her lips turned up in a smile.

Um, yeah, as soon as I scrape my jaw up off the ground, I answered, stepping back and letting her walk in past me.

The red strings did indeed hold the dress together, her back bare except for the strings from the red collar down to just above the curve of her backside. I'd take your coat, but fortunately for me Spring has sprung and it's warm enough to not need one.

Fortunately for you?

Uh huh. I'd hate to have this view destroyed by a coat, I answered as I closed the door behind her.

Well now, that is an interesting compliment. You don't mind if I return one, do you?

I wasn't fishing for one, but I won't turn one down.

Good. Because I have to say, you fill those slacks out quite nicely, said with a little smirk.

I looked down and could see that the view had certainly made an impression and my quickly hardening cock was bulging out my Dockers significantly. Uh, yeah. Sorry about that, I mumbled.

Don't be sorry. It's a compliment that can't be faked, she said as she stood in the hallway, waiting.

Well, come on back, I said, offering my hand to her, which she took. I led her down the hall to the large kitchen at the back of the house and then into the dining room. The bay window looked out over the valley behind my house, the setting sun casting shadows on the now greening trees as it sunk lower in the sky.

My, this is some view, she said, looking out the bay window, across the patio and beyond. Is all that yours?

Oh heavens no. It's mostly government land. Other than the occasional deer and turkey hunter, it's practically mine. For some reason it seems to get very little use.

It's still a spectacular view. She said looking at the three mile long valley I considered to be my back yard.

So the land on either side of you?

Farms. I only have this little forty acre plot.

Little?

Compared to the sixteen thousand acres of state forest land behind me? Yeah, little.

If you say so. Nice patio!

Thanks. I didn't build the house, but the patio, that was my creation. Couldn't stand that poured concrete. I think the flagstone looks a lot more rustic.

Hmmm good with your hands, can cook, and has a nice cock. This date is already looking up! she said with a smile, looking down at my pants.

I rolled my eyes and blushed before having to head back to the kitchen. Saved by the beeper! I put the linguini in to cook and poured two glasses of wine, carrying them out to where she still stood by the window.

You know, when you come to my place you're going to be disappointed. I don't have anything of a view that's this fantastic! she said honestly.

On the contrary, I think the view is quite fantastic! I said handing her the wine glass and looking down at her body.

Thank you, sir, she said with a rather demure smile. I see you have a hot tub out back too.

Uh huh. It's always on. I've been known to sit out there on a winter night and watch it snow from the comfort of my steaming hot tub.

It looks big!

Actually, it came with the house. It's big enough for at least six people, but I've never had more than two in it.

Hmmm, for a minute I thought maybe you were into a little bit of kink there.

Huh? Oh, no, I said, blushing again.

You are sooooo damn cute when you blush like that. I just can't help myself, she said, reaching out and wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling my hip to hers. I was just teasing. But you never know. Maybe someday you'll have more than one woman in there at a time.

With my dating history, I rather doubt it. Women don't exactly flock to me.

That's because you're bashful. From what I can tell, there isn't a thing wrong with you, she said as the beeper in the kitchen started going off again.

Ahh. Dinner is done. Please, make yourself at home. I'll be busy for a few more minutes and then we can eat.

With pleasure, she said, letting her hand slide across my butt as she unlooped it from my waist.

I scurried back to the kitchen and went to work putting the final touches on the serving plates before carrying them out to set on the table. I lit the candles on the table, dimmed the lights, turned on the soft music low in the background and then called Crystal. She walked in from the living room and I held the chair for her as she sat down at the table.

Wow, this looks every bit as good as a restaurant! she said enthusiastically.

Glad you approve. I hope you also approve of my menu selections.

If it's as good tasting as it is good looking, without a doubt! she said as I sat down across from her.

We were quiet for the next few minutes as we dished dinner onto our plates and began to eat. She looked alternately at me and then out at the orange horizon as the sun slowly sunk in the western sky, making the few clouds look like they were on fire behind me.

So you like to take pictures? she asked conversationally.

Uh huh. I guess you noticed my gallery in the living room.

I did. At first, I thought they were all purchased prints until I realized they had your name embossed on the corners. Some of them are...well, spectacular!

Which one did you like the best?

The sunrise over the waterfall. It looks so peaceful and calm. Not like real life, but more...restful. How did you get a picture like that anyway?

Well, I hiked twelve miles out into the woods during a rainstorm and camped overnight so that when the sun came up, the spring rain would still be running off the cliff face.

Wow. How did you manage to time it like that?

To be honest? I had to try seven times before conditions were just right.

You hiked out there seven times, just for one picture?

Well, yes and no. I never take just one picture. The lightning picture was on one of those trips.

You mean that one with the lightning hitting the lone tree down in the valley?

Uh huh.

Weren't you worried about getting hit by lightning?

I smiled at her and chuckled. Not really. I was hiding my scared ass inside a cave at the time.

She laughed as well. I could see her eyes spending much more time on me now that the sun had gone down, and what I saw was an expression of both interest and appreciation.

You know, I don't think I complimented you on this meal yet. It's every bit as good as those pictures you take. I can tell you have a good grasp of arts. But then photographers usually do.

That's just a hobby. I'm actually an engineer.

Ahhhh, that makes sense. Math and art are often connected.

Yeah, I've heard that, I answered. Would you care for some dessert?

But of course. I wouldn't dream of completing a meal like this without something special.

I nodded and got up, heading to the kitchen. It only took thirty seconds to finish the dessert I had already made, heating the hot fudge in the microwave and pouring it over the small round chocolate cake I had made. A scoop of vanilla ice cream dropped into the now fudge filled depression in the cakes and it was ready to go.

Here you go, I said as I set one in front of her.

Ohhh my. This looks decadent!

Not too many calories for your figure, I hope, I said suddenly concerned.

I don't think so. I'm planning on working it off later.

A little time in the gym tonight? I can understand that. I've got a workout room upstairs. I have to stay fit or I can't make those treks into the woods.

I bet, she said as she scooped some of the dessert on the spoon and ate it. Oh my! This is scrumptious!

Glad you like it, I answered with a grin, digging into my own.

We finished our dessert and she helped me clear the table, putting the dishes in the sink. This is the one part I really hate, cleaning up after myself, I said with a chuckle.

You do have a fair amount of dirty dishes in here, don't you? she said, looking around my now cluttered kitchen counters. I'd be happy to help you, if you'd like.

Well, I'd love to say yes, but this is my mess, and it's supposed to be a date and I'd HATE to ruin such a gorgeous dress.

Yes, it is your mess, but it is my offer, and yes it is a date, which means you're supposed to do what your date wants, and as far as the dress...easily solved! she answered, reaching behind her neck and unfastening the red collar. I stood and stared as she peeled the maze of straps down over her arms, the triangles covering her breasts falling away as she did so, exposing her round pink areola and quickly hardening pink nipples. She continued to peel the dress down her body, the material half sliding and half rolling as she dropped the top and started pushing the belt down, wiggling her hips to work the snug material over her butt and hips. The red dress, finally free of her butt, slid to the floor around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a very tiny red bikini panty with little black hearts stitched into the satin material, red stockings, held up by an equally red and lacy garter belt, and her red heels. Above her waist she was now completely naked, her full round breasts standing firm and round, with only a slight bit of droop, causing her nipples to turn slightly upward.

Wow! I mumbled as I stared at her spectacular body. Not bashful, that's for sure, I said to myself as she stood, allowing me to take in the sight. She waited exactly three of my pounding heartbeats before she stepped out of the dress, picked it up and stepped to one of the chairs at the kitchen bar and hung it over the back. Turning back to face me, she stepped towards me and reached for the front of my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, one button at a time.

No point in ruining such a nice shirt, she said as she worked her fingers down the buttons one at a time, making her way down to where my shirt disappeared into my belt. With a grin, and looking into my eyes rather than what her hands were doing, she began undoing my belt. And spaghetti sauce on these pants would be a horrible stain to get out.

Uh huh, I said dumbly as she undid the front of my pants and let them slide down around my ankles. One hand went back to the buttons of my shirt while the other slipped under it and rubbed my rock hard cock through my briefs, at least the part that was still covered.

Mmmmmm look at this, she said as the shirt finally spread apart, the buttons all undone. Bikini briefs, and oh so much of you sticking out too, she said as she let her palm slide across the material of my briefs and then across the couple inches of cock that had pushed its way out the top waistband.

Ohhhh, I groaned softly as she pushed the front of my briefs down, exposing my whole cock to her eager hands.

Tell you what. Why don't you let me finish undressing you, and then you can finish undressing me, and we'll go play in the hot tub before we do these dishes. What do you say? Sound like fun?

Oh yeah, I groaned as she sunk to her knees in front of me without waiting for an answer. I looked down and saw her aim my cock at her face and lean forward, engulfing it with her hot mouth while her hands pushed my briefs down. Her head bobbed slowly on and off my cock as her hands worked on my shoes, finally getting them loose and pulling my pants down off my feet. It didn't take long for her to have me completely naked as she stayed squatted in front of me, her mouth sliding on and off my cock.

Now that's dessert! she said as she pulled her face from my cock and stood up. Your turn.

I took one look at her and knew exactly what I wanted to do. She couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds as I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the breakfast bar. I lifted both legs in the air, causing her to lean back and catch herself with her elbows on the counter. With a grin, I unbuckled the red shoes, pulling them off one at a time and dropping them to the floor. I slowly kissed my way up her leg, the red silk stocking the only thing between my mouth and her soft skin. I kissed my way all the way up to her satin panty covered pussy and gently kissed her there, making sure to breathe through the fabric to tease her with my hot breath. I let my hands roam to the clips of the garter belt and flicked each open, letting the elastic snap back up towards her waist.

Oh God you're a tease! she moaned loudly as I started rolling one of her stockings down her leg, following the rolled material with my lips, kissing every few inches.

I'm glad you think so, I answered as I pulled the stocking off her foot and dropped it to the floor, turning to repeat the process on the other leg.

Uh huh. God damn you're making me soooo fucking horny! she moaned as I worked the other stocking down, leaving her in nothing but the garter belt and panty. I stood upright between her legs, my rock hard cock pressing against her panties as I reached my hands up to her chest, gently squeezing her big round breasts, my thumbs teasing back and forth across her nipples. You gonna stand there all day? Or are you going to take my panties off? she gasped as I stroked my cock up and down her panty covered lips, my hands still busy on her chest.

You in a hurry?

I wasn't, but I'm getting that way, she moaned as she tried to rock her hips and grind herself against my cock.

With a grin, I let my hands slide down to her hips, my fingers winding into her garter belt and the top of her panties. She hooked her ankles on my shoulder and lifted her ass off the counter to allow me to slide the material free from her body. She lifted her legs straight in the air in front of me so I could push her panties up her legs and off, leaving her now as naked as I was. She spread her legs again and hooked them around me, pulling me with her heels towards her pussy again.

So are you gonna stick it in me or just tease the fuck out of me? she moaned as I let my cock slide up between her fat round lips and her protruding inner lips.

I don't know. You want me to do more than tease you?

We may never get that second date if you don't, she moaned, trying to rock her hips more.

Well, I definitely want that second date, I answered, pulling myself back slightly and pushing my cock down so the head split her wet lips. I continued to press my cock down, angling it lower until I felt my head engage into the entrance to her tunnel.

OHHHH MY GOD! she groaned loudly as she pulled hard with her heels, forcing the two of us together and pushing my rock hard member deep into her hot waiting tunnel.

Oh damn, I groaned as my head pressed against her cervix, her sopping pussy having taken all of me inside her until her clit was pressed against my pubic hairs.

Fuck me Michael. Fuck me hard!

Uh huh, I grunted as I started sliding in and out of her, my mushroom head teasing her velvety walls and her tight wet tunnel caressing the whole of my shaft. In and out I slid, my thighs slapping loudly against her bare ass, her tits bouncing and rolling with each impact. I slid my hands up her body and captured her tits, moving my fingers to pinch and roll her nipples while I continued to pound into her. I think I'm going to come! I groaned in warning, the recent lack of sex and the teasing she had already done having well primed the pump, so to speak.

Yeah, me too. God damn you feel so good. Just come when you're ready. I'll be along shortly.

I pulled one hand down from her breast and pressed my thumb on the hard nub protruding from the juncture of her lips. I began to draw circles with my thumb, pressing down and rolling her hard clit around and around, drawing gasp of surprise and pleasure from her. Her legs began to tremble and shake around me as I plunged into her over and over again, her cries growing louder with each passing second.

I felt her pussy contract around me just before my own body let go, a strong spasm pushing my hips forward and driving my cock deep into her as the first surge of cum flowed up my shaft and erupted inside her. OH FUCK YES! she screamed as her own body responded to the surge of hot cum, clenching around me and causing her body to spasm and buck. Each new shot of cum into her seemed to draw a similar response, her body jerking and twitching strongly around my cock.

My cock seemed to shoot up into her forever, but I'm sure in reality it was only a few short seconds. As my cock subsided its flood of cum into her, she pushed herself up, wrapping an arm around my neck and pulling herself against me. Ohhhh God. I can't remember the last time I came so fucking hard. God damn you fuck good!

Glad I could please.

Please? My God. That was more than please, trust me, she said as she held herself against me, panting softly.

I stood there for almost two minutes, our hands slowly stroking each other's backs and butts, at least what I could reach, before she whispered, How about we test out that hot tub and finish these dishes later?

You still gonna do 'em naked?

Sweetie, if doing dishes naked gets me this kind of sex, I'll do your dishes naked every day! she said with a little giggle.

"Careful, I may take you