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So it’s exactly a week after my birthday and Brandon asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner. Of course I said yes and I spent the whole morning trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. It usually only takes me about 5 minutes or less to put an outfit together, but I really wanted to impress Brandon so I was pondering over the right thing to wear for a while. Then I remembered; I didn't ask him what kind of restaurant he wanted to take me to, so I texted him and asked. He told me somewhere formal-ish and fancy-ish, but that’s it. So after gathering that little piece of information I limited down all my outfit options to zero. So I decided to go out and buy a nice outfit for this date. I went to this little boutique and I found the PERFECT OUTFIT! (For those who don’t want to read this part or just want a visual reference, the dress basically looks like this, but without the buttons http://ift.tt/1FvzPYc ) It was a light pink short little strappy lace dress that was tight at top and flowy at the bottom (fit and flare are what these types of dresses are called, I think). It was hanging up in the back of the store in the clearance section (I’m a college student working on campus, I didn’t have that much money) and I knew it was meant for me; price wise and look wise. I tried it on to see if it would fit and look good, and it did! It held my bust up and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. However it was a little short, but I think that’s how the dress was tailored, it barely covered my ass. I loved the way I looked in it, and I bought it, along with a matching pair of wedges and clutch they had as well (that weren’t on sale, sadly). I was still satisfied with my purchase, and went home for the rest of the day feeling excited about the date. So I went about my day up until 6:15 PM came, then I started to get ready. I slipped on the dress and decided to ditch the bra and panties. I didn’t need a bra with this dress, it had a small amount of padding and I decided not to wear panties for his enjoyment, and mine. At 7 sharp he knocked on my door. I opened and saw him dressed semi-formally in a purple button down shirt, nice jeans and a nice pair of black oxford shoes. He was holding a bouquet of red roses, grinning down at me. I gasped in awe and took the roses. He eyed me up and down, and stared for a moment before asking if I was ready to go. I nodded eagerly and we made our way to his black subaru legacy. We drove over to this little secluded restaurant. There weren’t a lot of people (maybe about 3-5 other couples). It was the cutest little restaurant. There were chandeliers and white clothed tables. It looked like your typical fancy restaurant, but it had some sort of casual aura to it; the kind that made you feel at ease. We got a little booth off into the corner of the restaurant. So other than the wait staff checking on us every now and then we had a lot of privacy. So we talked and laughed and flirted the whole time up until our food came. I ordered italian pasta and he ordered a well done steak. So we both dug into our food. He picked up his fork and while moving it over to his food he dropped it on the floor. He went under the table to pick it up (5 second rule I guess) So I spread my legs open while he was down there. I’m pretty sure he saw my pussy and stared, because he was down there for more than a few seconds, he was down there for about a solid minute. I sat there with my legs spread, waiting for him to touch or lick me or something. He came back up with his fork and everything. He didn’t say anything about me spreading my legs, but he seemed more aroused, and flirtatious. So after a while the check came, and I offered to pay half, but Brandon insisted that he pay the whole thing. I let him, and then we left. So we were in his car driving through the city. Instead of driving us to his place or mine, we went to these docks. They were old and wooden and creaky. The water in front of them glistened against the moonlight, and there were willow trees all around us. It was a setting that was just taken out of a movie or a book or something; it was beautiful. I asked him why he took me here (of all places) and he told me it was a place he liked to go to to relax and just escape the world for a while, it was his quiet, special place and he wanted to share it with me. I asked why me and he said because there was something about me that made him trust me and like me a lot. I was really happy to hear this, it was nice to know he didn’t just think of me as some hot girl he can fuck whenever. We sat on the edge of the docks and talked for a while about all kinds of things. This conversation wasn’t as light as our other conversations have been. We talked about what we wanted to do with our lives, our beliefs and values, all that deep stuff. We fell silent for a few moments before we looked back at each other. He eyed me up and down and licked his lips, I laughed nervously and looked down at my lap. He cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me. I scooted closer to him, and we proceeded to kiss passionately. I placed one hand on his shoulder, and the other over over his heart. He had his other hand on placed gently on my right thigh. As our kissing grew more passionate and intense, he used one hand to grab the back of my head, and the other to rub my inner thigh. I instinctively spread my legs open for him, then ran my hands down to the waistband of his jeans. I moaned and leaned into him. He trailed kisses down to my neck, aggressively biting and sucking on it as my moans grew louder and more intense. I love having my neck kissed and bitten and sucked on, it made me so wet, and in addition he was massaging my inner thighs, I literally almost squirted from all the pleasure. I unzipped his jeans and reached down under his boxers to feel his cock. He buried his face in my neck and began to pant. He was rock hard and throbbing. I began to slowly stroke his cock and he ordered me to go harder and faster. I did, I began to jerk him off. He stopped rubbing me, completely focused on his own pleasure. I didn’t mind, I loved pleasing almost as much as I loved to be pleased. Out of no where he stopped me and began to unzip my dress. After unzipping it he pushed it off and set it aside a few feet away. He looked down at my naked body. Being out by a lake, completely naked and exposed on a dock while he was still completely clothed aroused me so much, I felt myself ache down in between my legs. He told me every since I flashed him my pussy under the table, all he thought about was fucking me. I opened my mouth to say something, but before any words could come out he leaned down and kissed me, hard. I moaned and arched into him. He began to tease my folds with his fingers, rubbing my lips with them. I spread my legs out as wide as I could manage (in the position that I was in) and he began to rub my slit up and down. He let out a raspy breath "Wow, you’re already so wet for me." There was something about what he said that made me ache and squirm even more. I nodded and let out a breathy "Uh huh." He smiled at me and and slid a finger inside of me, pumping it in and out. After a few seconds her slid another finger in. I squeezed his fingers and moaned and writhed with pleasure. A few moments go by before he stops and moves down so his head was in between my legs. He held my legs and began to nibble on my inner thigh, right next to my pussy. I moaned and shivered in pleasure, then he moved up and began to nibble on one of my lips, then the other. I lost it; I began to moan loudly and pant and writhe and squirm. This time, I actually squirted. He pulled away and lowered his jeans and boxers enough to reveal his cock and balls. He used the tip of his cock to tease the slit of my pussy, then my clit, and G-spot and then he slide it in. All the way, he buried himself inside of me. He began to thrust hard and fast inside me. I was so wet, he managed to move smoothly within me. The fit, however, was still tight. The sounds of our fucking echoed throughout the lake. We both inevitably grunted and moaned. After a moment I tried to move and push him so that I could get on top (I hated lying like a dead animal while getting fucked), but he pushed me down, insisting that he stay on top. I did my best to contribute to this wonderful fucking, so I moved in rhythm with his thrusts. After a few moments we grew louder as our orgasms were coming close. He came in me, hard and fast, and I came as well, screaming and writhing beneath him. He pulled out after a moment and lied down on his back next to me. He and I both looked down at his flaccid cock. It was covered in my juices, it was literally dripping wet. He ordered me to suck of the juices. I complied and leaned down, taking his cock into my mouth as I slowly sucked them off. I wanted to enjoy the taste and besides, I really, really love the taste of my juices, so I made sure to savour every last drop. He didn’t protest too much this time, he sat back, with his arms behind his head, relaxing as I sucked on him. After a few minutes I sucked off all the juices. He managed to get a semi-boner, but nothing too extreme (given that he just released inside of me a few minutes ago). We made out for a few more minutes before standing up and putting our clothes back on. I noticed a tall, shadowy figure out in the distance. After putting my dress back on I moved a little to see who it was, and it was some guy in his mid to early forties. He was tall and had the lumberjack thing going on, and he was fairly attractive. He has been sitting in a chair, masturbating. He was obviously watching us the whole time, jerking off as Brandon and I fucked. When he saw me he immediately got out of his chair and ran away. Brandon snickered and tried to make jokes out of it, but I could tell he was a bit embarrassed as well (Aww, how adorable). At first I was appalled and angry, but then I realized that the thought of me being watched as I got fucked kind of turned me on. We walked back to his car. It was about eleven when he dropped me off. I told him that was the first time I’ve been on a date on Valentine’s day, been fucked on Valentine’s day and been watched by someone else while getting fucked. He laughed and made a joke about how he must have taken my virginity in another life or something. I burst out laughing. He gave me one last kiss goodnight before driving away. I walked back to my apartment, all smiles. sarithesprinkle