How do you consider your first date successful?

As Steve drives, Chelsea smiles, assessing how successful their date would be this time around. She had researched the three basic steps to consider a successful date: the first was to get a date; the second, to have a spectacular time and fuck; and the third, which indicated whether it had been perfect, the message or the call the next day. For now, everything was going smoothly!

Chelsea's previous dates had been a fraud, all because of her mania for believing in love and especially in the cliché phrases "Never go to bed on your first date", "Men don't marry easy women", "Hold on, the one who loves you, waits for you", unusual phrases in reality. She had believed them all, and worse, she had implemented them all, they were her war flag.

But that night in reality, she was willing to let go of her prejudices and beliefs and surrender to what she really felt. Sex, sex, screamed in his head every thought.

When the car stopped, he got out and turned to the other side to open the door for her. "Thank God," she thought. At least he could hold on to him and not fall when she got out, everything in his sight had movement, even the concrete column on the side of the car.

Steve offered her his hand, she held on and managed to get out of the car. They walked to the elevator, again she ventured to kiss him, and this time he didn't hesitate to make her moist even more. He was in their territory and could afford some liberties. So he turned her back to him, pulling her to the back wall and caressing his strong but soft thighs, her face glued to the mirror, which fogged up after Chelsea's heavy breathing.

Steve rubbed his pelvis against the girl's buttocks, she could feel his hardness, his penis about to pierce the linen pants he was wearing. It only stopped when the elevator stopped. He took her hand and they walked out, luckily Steve's luxurious bachelor pad was a couple of feet away. He took the bunch of keys out of his pocket and desperately managed to fit the right one. He opened the door, they entered, like two hungry wolves kissed, she could feel the warmth of their hands lighting up every place they passed, their tongues and lips intertwined in a bloody struggle to take control of the situation; their breathing heavily, their heart rate racing, and their sexes wet, agitated, curious, and eager to get to know each other.

Steve slid his lips and tongue down her neck, down to her chest, his hands helped him pull out of the cleavage the pair of breasts that like buds were eager to feel the wetness of his tongue. He licked, bite, and sucked on each of her nipples. She moaned and frantically moved her hips as if showing him the way forward. She caressed his broad back, went down the curve and rested her hands on the bottom where her two hills begin. Her hands, his, ventured to the inside of her thighs, to the warm, moist place from which emanates the exquisite fluids that seem to have him with his mouth watering. With his fingers he rummaged through its folds, looked for his cartilage and rubbed it hard enough, it was hard and swollen enough, he continued with his fingers towards the cleft of her sex that like a suction cup opened and closed, latent, throbbing. He checked her wetness and warmth, she was burning like chocolate water, at boiling point.

This caused Steve to become excessively aroused and uncontrollable. He began to undress quickly, while Chelsea contemplated his perfect anatomy. "God, he's perfect" she thought, he noticed her visual curiosity and put on his best show as an exhibitionist until he showed the hardness, firmness and thickness of his erect phallus in 3D.

She was tempted to do it, she walked over to him and caressed him, she could feel how his veins seemed to inject even more fluids, but Steve needed to be inside her, he took off her dress to feel her skin completely, he bent down to remove his panties and feel that smell directly from her syrupy sex, he opened its folds with his fingers and laid his tongue in circular motions. She let out a deep moan as she received that caress.

"Ahhhhh! She looked at him as if to say without speaking, "It's there”; And he smiled.

He poked for a minute between her folds and her slit, got up and pressed her against the wall, holding one of her thighs revealing her swollen and much wetter vertical lips. He prepared her bullfighting onslaught and struck his penis with a firm movement inside the uterine cavity of her unknown lover, when he felt her softness and the internal fire that was released, his pelvic movements were not long in coming, his penis fit perfectly, tight, soft, that girl seemed to have little sexual and volcanic activity.

Indeed it was. Chelsea had been with her ex, Rusbel, her first boyfriend and only great love of her life, three times; for her; to the sexy college boy, Chelsea was just the bet he hoped to win as always. Three months of courtship and little love.

For her, that experience was unique and incredible. The sounds of their skins clashing, the sound of their sexes contained in each other, added to the accelerated heartbeat, the ragged breathing, gasps and moans completed the perfect piece of music for this pair of unknown lovers. Steve enjoyed her to the fullest, he didn't want to get out of her, but the narrowness of her cavity drove him crazy and forced him to on the next move. So he instinctively took out his phallus and sprinkled his mound.

Chelsea felt that her legs were shaking, she had to hold on to the small bureau and sit down on the sofa as best she could. Steve meanwhile went to the bathroom to take a shower. She was lost in thought, floating on a cloud, wondering if she had done that. And yes, I had done it and enjoyed it to the fullest.

As best she could, she took the dress that was resting on the carpet and wiped her belly. Steve got out of the shower wrapped in the towel, helped her to her feet. Chelsea felt the wetness in her body burning.

"Go take a shower, we're not done yet," he whispered in her ear, and a shiver ran through her. She nodded and went to the shower.

Under the warm water, his body boiled again, wanting more of that exquisite experience. She came out of the bathroom, covered herself with the towel that was barely enough to cover half of her body. The bath had helped her minimize the daze of liquor she had taken.

Steve was anxiously waiting for her, when she saw him, he grabbed her by the waist, threw her on the bed, spread her legs holding her knees and dived between her cliffs to taste her sex completely, Chelsea raised her hips, causing more friction of her lips, her tongue, her nose and her chin. His vagina contracts, she wants more, and Steve wants it too. He can feel her urge so without hesitation, he re-penetrates her again and again and again.

For the rest of the night, they did it once more. The bodies fell exhausted and slept soundly, to the point that when they realized it, it was already dawn. Chelsea woke up distraught, she had fallen asleep, her interview would be in half an hour. As best she could, she got dressed, touched Steve's shoulder to wake him up.

"Fred, wake up," but he just moved to settle on his stomach. "Shit, I'm going to be late."

She left the room, grabbed her bag, put on her heels, and hurried out of the room, hopefully if she could change and take a cab to get to the scheduled time for her interview.