English Rose

I look at myself in the mirror as I get ready. Denim shorts and a white tee covers my slender figure; the nerves clear on my face. ?What is a gorgeous woman like her doing with a girl who looks like she?s still in high school?? I take a deep breath and pick up the single red rose I got her, before heading out the door. As I leave to meet up with her, I remember the first night we met.***I had been feeling lonely that night and just wanted to get dolled up and go out, even though it?s very unlike me. I dressed up in a white, floral halter dress and headed out for the evening, expecting to be back home in a couple hours. As soon as I arrived, I had regretted going. I didn?t want any attention on me. I had sat at the empty bar top, away from everyone else sitting in their booths. When the bartender handed me my drink, I turned around to look at the crowd. Most people were either in a group or on a date. But she stood out to me. It was like a scene straight out of a movie. As my eyes crossed over the sea of faces, they landed on the gorgeous woman sitting alone in an eye-popping outfit. And of course, as if on cue, she looked up at me and our eyes met. I immediately looked away. From time to time, both of us would steal glances at each other. How could I not look at the beauty in the tight, red, nearly see-through, long sleeved dress? I thought I was seeing things, but I could tell that she was flirting with me with her eyes whenever we?d make eye contact. She gestured with her eyes and a slight movement of her head to join her at her table. I still don?t know how I worked up the courage to walk over to her. I sat down and etlik escort as she was clearing the table of paperwork and putting them away in her bag. We started with the obligatory introductions and ?what brings you here? small talk, but soon the conversation turned into getting to know one another and flirting that ranged from subtle to ?blinking neon lights? obvious. As we spoke, we touched and teased each other under the table until we couldn?t stand it anymore. The trip up the elevator to her suite was steamy as she pinned me to the wall and my hands above me, her knee pressing against my needy sex. I couldn?t move, couldn't think. I didn?t know if this was good or bad, but I didn?t want to stop it. Her lips and teeth teased my neck expertly. Her soft, but steady hands moved down my arms and down my body, sliding my dress off me and allowing it to pool at my feet. Her skilled fingers peeled off my bra and panties with ease. All I could do was stand against the wall, mesmerized, watching her work my clothes off. Her lips, tongue, teeth, and hands danced over my body, working magic between my thighs. I walked out of the elevator, completely stripped and bright red in embarrassment. A wicked smile played on her face as she seductively led me to her suite.Our night in the room was just as hot as the elevator. Her clothes were off in a blink of an eye and next thing I knew, I was on my back under her. I was in awe of her fit, naked body on top of me. This was the first time I had a naked woman on top of me, and her neatly waxed pussy was right in front of me. I can still see her straddling my keçiören escort face; my mouth making sweet love to her pussy as I learn what she likes from her noises. I nibbled on her lips and sucked on her clit. Her moans rung throughout the room. Her hands held my head in place as my tongue slithered between her labia, licking up all the juices that were pouring out for me. My tongue slipped into her hot, wet center and flicked and licked the spongy skin inside. Her scream was deafening as she came in my mouth. My tongue tried to funnel all of her juices inside me, but there was so much that it overflowed onto my face and in my hair. My blushed cheeks hidden by her pussy, nervous that the other guests on the floor could hear her.***I?m getting really wet on my way to this date thinking about it. I twirl the stem of the flower between my fingers as I think about the two of us together. We?ve kept in contact many times after that through emails and we?ve become very close, but this is the first time we?re meeting in person again since all that time ago. My heart is pounding as I near the hotel; the same hotel we first met. The thought of what others might think seeing us together and my insecurities of whether she and I even belong together race through my head, causing me to have second thoughts. ?We weren?t supposed to happen. This was only supposed to be about sex. How did we get here? She doesn?t even live near here!? But when she greets me with a smile outside of the hotel in her lovely blue summer dress, my heart stops and all fears and worries disappear. ?Damn, she?s mine.? ?Hi baby kızılay escort girl!? she greets me happily. I almost melt right then and there.?Hey, baby! You look beautiful. I think I might be a little underdressed.??Nonsense, you?re as sexy as ever.?I blush at her compliment, but kiss her with confidence, refusing to let my mind get in the way of me being with her. I take a half a step back and give her the flower. ?A rose for my English rose,? I say. She giggles and happily takes it.We walk hand-in-hand as I lead her to the park. I look down, biting at my lip as I notice people staring. A glance up at her shows joy and not a care in the world. I?ve always admired her confidence greatly.When we arrive at the park, I bring her to a spot near a lonesome tree. A basket is already set up and a blanket lays out.?What is this?? she asks.?I set this up this morning and had the park rangers make sure no one disturbed it.?She pulls me in close and takes me in her arms and says, ?You sly girl you.? She gives me a loving kiss and I can feel myself melting into her this time.We sit down on the blanket together; she opens the bottle of wine and pours it while I spread out the food. I watch her as I do so, unable to contain the huge smile growing on my face. I can?t help but feel like I?m floating on a cloud whenever I?m with her. She looks up at the same time a look down, my short hair barely covering my face and increasingly reddening cheeks. She brings a finger under my chin and lifts my head up so I?m looking at her, revealing my smile.?What are you smiling at?? She asks with a little smirk of her own.?Nothing,? I reply, trying to hide my smile again, but her finger holding my head in place.?Come on, out with it.??You,? I respond quietly, and turn my head to the side; my smile, for some reason, grows bigger.Now grabbing my chin between her fingers, she turns my head and plants a deep kiss on my dry lips.