Blind date goes wild

We had chatted on line many times, talked for hours about everything from philosophy to
wresting, and yes even sex. Needless to say I was more than just a little bit intrigued by her.
I would sing on at night, just waiting to see if she would come. It had become almost an
addiction, but not one that I wanted to give up. The idea of meeting had of course, crossed
my mind more than once, but since I live in L.A... and she is from the bay area, the
opportunity just had not been there. All that changed one glorious day a few weeks ago. We
were chatting away like normal about one thing or another when out of the blue, Leigh said
that she was going to be down in my area checking out U.C.L.A. and asked if I would like to
get together.

My answer was of course, an emphatic yes. I gave her my pager number, as I am never home
and work in the field. The two days I had to wait for her to be down were filled with
anticipation and apprehension. Would we get along as well in person? Would we have
anything to say? Would we like each other? Did she really look as hot as I imagined her in
my dreams? She was to be in town Wednesday through Friday and hadn't given me an exact
day that she would be beeping me. As Wednesday passed, I was a bit discouraged, hoping
she was eager to meet me as I was to meet her. By the time I got to my 3:30 staff meeting on
Thursday, I had begun to think she would not be calling me at all.
I was too preoccupied with my own sorrow to even pay attention during the long an boring
meeting, when I was startled out of my trace by my pager vibrating against my hip. Since
anyone who should be paging me was in the meeting with me, I had to be careful who much
attention I gave the page, causally looking down at it to see what number had come through.
It was a near by number, but one I did not recognize. My heart raced at the thought of her
actually paging me. The trouble was, we were not half way through the meeting, and I could
not get up and use the phone just then. I had to sit and wait, not hearing or even caring what
my boss was saying about my client's annual status reports. My pager went off no less than
seven times in the next thirty minutes, each time with a different number.
Each time I prayed for the boss to end her droning and let me get out of there. Leigh was on
the move, and I knew if I did not get back to her very soon, she might leave and I would
have lost my chance. Finally, at five after five, the meeting was adjourned. My fellow
employees must have thought I need to use the bathroom pretty bad, judging from how fast I
raced out of there. With no privacy in the office, I had to rush down the block to the nearest
pay phone to call her back. I called the most recent number which had come through seven
minutes earlier. My fingers trembled and it took three tries to actually get the quarter into the
coin slot. My heart raced as the phone rang once... ...twice... three times... My hear sank by
the fifth ring, but finally someone picked up the phone. A wonderful female voice said,
"Hello?" Not sure it was her, I gave the standard response.
"Yes, someone just paged me."
"Roger?" she answered. Thank God it was her.
"Leigh?" I asked, trying not to stammer. "Is that you?"
"Yes it is, I was just about to leave. I thought maybe you didn't want to talk." I hurriedly
explained the situation to her, and she seemed to somewhat accept my apologies. Although,
she did seem a bit put off by having to wait so long for me to call back.
Finally, she asked me the question I was hoping for.
"So, do you still want to meet?"
"Yes, I do, where and when?" I responded, thinking I would just take the rest of the day off
to get cleaned up.
"Well," she answered. "I'm at a pay phone at an Arco station on... " Her voice trailed of as
she spoke to someone there. "At Valley View and the Five Freeway. There is a Denny's
across the street from here. Let's meet there."
"Sure," I replied, knowing exactly where she was.
"When?"
"How soon can you get here?" she asked.
I had wanted to change out of my jeans, T shirt and baseball cap before meeting her, but no
way was I going to pass up this chance. I blurted out my answer.
"Twenty minutes."
To hell with the rest of the day, my work could wait a day.
"OK, see you then. Hurry." Then she was gone.
I raced through traffic across town to catch the freeway. At this time of day, I knew it would
be busy, but I didn't dare try and make it on side streets. I had given her a time that was at
least ten minutes short of the fastest possible time to make the distance, but I was going to
give it my best shot. I didn't do too badly either, pulling into the parking lot of Denny's at five
forty three, just eight minutes past my twenty minute limit. I prayed that Leigh hadn't been
clocking me too closely. Straighten myself up as best I could, I took a deep breath and
entered the restaurant. I was rather afraid of standing there looking stupid, but my fears
melted away when I spotted a young woman sitting in a booth hear the door. She half rose
and smiled at me as I crossed the floor to greet her.
"Roger," she said, half questioning. I extended my hand and shook hers.
"Hi Leigh, it's nice to finally meet you."
I wasn't sure where the words were coming from, as my heart felt like it was exploding in
my chest and my throat felt dry as sandpaper. I managed to sit down, feeling better to be off
of my shaking knees. Although I had done my best to keep eye contact during our initial
encounter, I could not help but notice that Leigh had greatly exaggerated her looks in our
conversation. She had said she was fairly attractive and a "big girl". Well, she was far more
than just "fairly" attractive, with long golden blonde hair surrounding a gorgeous young
round face. As for her being "big", aside for her tall frame which seemed to be 5-10 as she
had described, the only thing big on her was an impossible to miss pair of wonderfully
abundant breasts. She was dressed casually, for driving comfort I guessed, but was still
incredibly sexy. A black jacket covered what appeared to be a tight white lycra body suit,
which only served to accentuate her perfect breasts.
I had caught a quick glimpse of her long legs as she stood. She wore a tight pair of biking
shorts that hugged her muscular thighs tightly. It was a struggle not to just sit there and stare
at her. Luckily for me, at that moment, the waitress came over to see if we wanted anything.
I ordered a diet coke and Leigh elected to stick with water. Our somewhat heavy set
waitress looked mildly annoyed at us, then shuffled off, leaving me again in an
uncomfortable position with this unbearably beautiful woman. I somehow managed to
stammer through some small talk about my meeting and asked her how her drive down was.
Thankfully, she went into some detail as to the purpose and specifics of her trip. I calmed
down a bit as she talked and listened to her soothing voice. Just watching her talk was
amazing. Her eyes were so green and so alive as she spoke I could not help but feel a tug at
my heart. Her every feature seemed to glow when she would smile. I barely noticed when
our waitress brought my soda to me, so entranced was I by her beauty. In the middle of my
trance, I was struck by a rather embarrassing thought. At least twice before, we had engaged
in highly sexual discussions which had led to a rather furious session of cybersex. I could
hardly believe that I was sitting here with this woman who I had jerked off to while sitting at
my computer. I suddenly found myself very embarrassed. Apparently, she could sense my
growing unease.
"What's the matter?" she asked me after a particularly long silence.
I tried to shake her off.
"Nothing," I mumbled.
"I've been going on for five minutes and you haven't heard a single word. Tell me what you
are thinking about," she pressed.
"It's really embarrassing," I replied, trying to slow her pursuit.
She just stared at me those big beautiful eyes. She was making it perfectly clear that she had
no intention of letting me out without an explanation. Sheepishly, I tried to explain.
"Remember those times when we talked in private chat rooms?" I asked, bringing a smile
and nod from her. "Well, I was just thinking about how embarrassing it is to be sitting here
with you after those conversations."
Leigh was ten years younger than my twenty eight years, but was in no way shy about sex.
She just broadened her smile and sexily stroked her hair.
"Why embarrassing?" She asked.
"Just because," I said, knowing it would not suffice, but just grasping at anything to avoid
my growing shame.
"Look, I don't know if you were doing what you said you were doing, but I was." She
laughed lightly, seeming to enjoy my squirming.
"You mean masturbate?" she asked matter of factly. "I was. I'm not embarrassed, why
should you be? I think it's kind of sexy that you were playing with your cock while
fantasizing about me."
From that point on, our conversation seemed to flow a little more smoothly. I still felt
somewhat embarrassed, but felt more relaxed and rather turned on by the thought of this
beautiful sexy woman pleasuring herself while on line with me. For the next hour or so, our
conversation never strayed far from sex, putting me in a slow and constant state of arousal
the entire time. At last, Leigh excused herself to use the restroom.
As she stood, I joked, "I'll try not to stare." She paused a moment beside the table.
"Go ahead and stare." She whispered, sexily tossing her hair as she strode away. I did as she
instructed, and watched her shapely round behind sway as she walked. This was one
incredibly gorgeous woman. I watched her all the way across the restaurant, hoping she
would not look back and see me gawking. As she passed a group of men who were waiting
to be seated, she slowed just a bit, giving these men an extra second or two to openly stare at
her lovely body. A wave of jealousy shook me as I saw this.
By the time she came back, my jealousy had passed however, and I was looking forward to
whatever conversation we would be having for the remainder of the evening. Leigh was a
truly fascinating woman. Upon her return to the table, I excused myself to use the restroom.
The idea of jerking off quickly to relieve the building tension in my groin crossed my mind,
but I thought better of it. As I passed through the group of five men, still waiting for their
booth, I caught brief portions of their conversation. They were still remarking on Leigh and
her assets.
"Did you see that?"
"Wow, what a body."
"Those are the most perfect tits I've ever seen."
"What I wouldn't give to have some of that."
"Pure sex machine."
"Let's get some of that."
Their words cut into me deeply. For more than one reason. Firstly, because of the crudity
with which they talked about a wonderful, funny and brilliant woman. Secondly, because I
had thought them all to myself as I took in her physical beauty, and thirdly because I was
becoming very attached to my new friend and the thought of losing her hurt me. A
ridiculous thing to be thinking, but I couldn't help myself. When I cam back from the
restroom, I could see the five men seated at a booth near us. They looked me over as I sat
across form Leigh.
"I did some staring of my own," she said playfully, flashing me her perfect smile and
melting my heart. "Not bad," she added.
As we talked, Leigh let her leg rest on the seat next to me. Oh how badly I wanted to steal a
glance under the table at her strong legs. I took a bit of a chance and let my hand rest on her
bare calf. She smiled warmly as I stroked the perfect skin of her legs. She had hard, solid
muscles, and the feel of them made me hard in an instant. We sat there talking, me stroking
her leg, for some time. Apparently, my glances sideways at the men in the next booth did
not go unnoticed.
"Do you know them or something?" Leigh finally asked.
"No," I replied. "I just overheard some of their conversation after you walked by." This
seemed to intrigue her a bit.
"Really? What did they say?"
"They were just talking about you," I replied, now knowing what she wanted to hear.
"Commenting on your body," I added. Leigh sat straight up, smiling and glanced over her
shoulder at the men. She was flirting with them. I couldn't not believe this. As she turned
around to face me again, Leigh had a very serious look on her face.
"Wanna make them jealous?" she asked.
"Sure," I stammered, a bit confused. "How?"
"Follow me," she said, standing and strutting towards the door.
I fumbled in my pocket for some money and tossed it on the table. I saw the men stare at
Leigh as she stood near the front door, sexily swaying her curvaceous hips. I almost ran to
her. Leigh took me by the hand and led me out into the well lit parking lot. I walked slowly
across the parking lot to my white Toyota Tercel, giving the guys at the booth ample time to
see where we were headed. I unlocked the back door and turned to kiss Leigh again.
"One thing," she whispered. "Will you wear a condom?" I smiled.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," I replied, producing a foil packer from my back pocket.
Leigh grabbed it from my hand and hopped into the back seat. Before getting in myself, I
looked at the front door of the restaurant. Just as I thought, the five men were already on
their way over towards my car.
"All right" I thought. "They wanted a show, now they were going to get one." I joined Leigh
in the back seat.
It had been almost ten years since I'd made out in the back seat of a car. After that incident
in high school with the cops, I had sworn never again to get naked in my car, but there was
no way I wanted to pass up this opportunity. In an instant, we returned to our kissing,
making out like two horny kids after the prom. Our hands groped each other wildly,
exploring our bodies as our tongues explored one another's mouths. By now, I guessed that
our audience had to be near, and hoping that they would serve as look outs, I decided to go
ahead with the plan. I slid the straps of Leigh's body suit down over her shoulders, expecting
to see bra straps. To my surprise, when the body suit was peeled down below her breasts,
there was no bra. I couldn't believe it. Her breasts had looked so big and firm in the suit that
I never could have imagined that she was braless. Her full breasts defied gravity, so firm and
oh so suckable. I just could not resist. Taking one huge breast in my hand and the other in
my mouth, I went straight to work on Leigh's sensitive nipples. She was gasping now,
clutching my hair in her fingers, pulling me closer.
"Oh Roger," she moaned. "Please, take me." I stroked her face and held it close to mine.
She was absolutely the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on...
"Slowly my dear," I whispered. "We wouldn't want to disappoint our audience now would
we?" The words excited Leigh all the more.
Her eyes darted from side to side, seeing the five men lurking outside of my car, watching as
I continued to suck on her hard nipples. I began to use one hand to tug her shorts and body
suit over her hips. She raised her ass up off the seat to make it easier for me to pull them all
the way down. Now Leigh sat in the back seat of my car, in plain view of the onlookers, clad
in just her light gray Jockey panties, looking so hot and ready to go that I just could not wait
any longer. I kissed my way down her stomach, turning her so that her back rested against
the passenger side door and I could curl up on the seat next to her. I got into position and
kissed up Leigh's thighs. She was squirming in the seat and reaching for me as I teased her
gently with my lips. Her panties were soaked all the way through with her fresh smelling
juices. I just had to taste her. I took down her panties and as a measure of good will, rolled
down the window part way and slipped them into the waiting hand of one of the guys.
Leigh didn't seem to mind, as she spread her legs as wide as my cramped back seat would
allow and beckoned me to return to the task at hand. I took her thighs in my hands and
worked my way back up until my face was even with her pussy. Leigh has a light patch of
soft hair between her legs. I brushed against the hair with my face, teasing her jut a little bit
more. She thrust her hips upward, bringing my face in direct contact with her warm, wet
pussy for the first time. She smelled clean and very sweet. I slipped one hand under her ass
to hold her steady as I kissed her glistening outer lips softly. Her moans of desire rang in my
ears as I began to slowly lick up the length of her opening. Leigh's juices were every bit as
sweet as they smelled, and flowed freely as I traced her outer lips with my probing tongue.
"Please, eat me Roger, make me cum," Leigh pleaded. I let my tongue penetrate her outer
lips, exploring her hot pussy as deeply as I was able. I added a finger to the action, slipping
one inside of Leigh and causing her to buck upwards and hiss loudly.
"Fuck," she blurted out. "Suck my clit now, please."
As much as I was loving her taste, I knew that she was very hot and ready to cum. It also
struck me that this might not be the best place for a nice lingering love making session.
Someone was bound to notice the guys hanging around the car eventually. Besides, they
wanted a good show. Continuing to penetrate her with my finger, I was amazed at just how
tight she was. My cock throbbed in my jeans at the thought of being inside of something this
wet, hot and tight. All of my attention was not on her clit as I sucked the swollen nub into
my mouth and battered it with my tongue as rapidly as I could. From the corner of my eye, I
could see one of the men looking in the window over Leigh's shoulder. He had his cock out
and was stroking it furiously. I felt Leigh's thighs grasp my head tightly as she cried out.
"Oh God... Cumming." I sucked for all I was worth, feeling her pussy muscles contract
around my finger and her juices flowing down my chin. Her cries of passion were so erotic
in my ears, I longer to hear them over and over again, and secretly vowed that I would later.
For now, as her orgasm subsided, Leigh had begun to instruct me again.
"I need to taste you now," she moaned.
I was throbbing in my pants at the idea of her sucking my cock, but I was realistic. I knew
that a few short seconds in her mouth and I would erupt. There was no time here to get hard
for a second time to fuck, so I knew it had to be now.
"In due time dear," I said, pulling myself up next to her. I struggled a bit with my jeans in
the cramped back seat, and Leigh giggled at my struggles. However, she never took her
hands away from her pussy, which she stroked lovingly as I undressed. My cock throbbed,
happy to be free from my jeans. Leigh looked at it lovingly.
"Very nice," she whispered, staring at my hard seven inches.
Once I had my pants off, Leigh shifted down into a more lying position and pulled me
between her legs. It was a bit of a tight fit, both of our tall bodies crammed into the small
back seat, but I knew it would be worth it. Now that I was in position, Leigh pulled out the
condom and expertly tore open the package. Her warm hands cupped my cock as she slid the
tight rubber over my cock, preparing us for sex.
"Take me now," she pleaded, looking deeply into my eyes. I think I would have done
anything for her at that moment, but this task was an a absolute pleasure. The tip of my
cock bumped against her pussy, and i felt her hand gently guiding me into her.
Once again, I forgot that we were being watched and simply got lost in the feeling of
entering her. Very slowly, my cock penetrated her pussy, driving deeper until the entire
length now rested inside of her very tight hole. She was tighter and hotter inside than
anyone I had ever been with and I knew I could have cum right then and there. Once all the
way inside, I just held still, as both Leigh and I reveled in our new oneness. I longed for this
moment to last for all eternity, but soon, her hips were pushing up against mine. It was time
to get going. It was a bit difficult at first to get any kind of rhythm. The back seat was very
crowded, but soon enough, we had found a way for me to stroke in and out of Leigh's pussy
in long slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out on each back stroke.
I could hear the men outside now. Two of them were behind Leigh and in my view. I guess
the other two must be behind me. The two I could see were busy stroking away at their
cocks, obviously enjoying the show. I could see Leigh look over my shoulder every now
and then, giving the men out there a wicked look of lust that both made me hotter and made
me jealous at the same time. I could feel the car rocking with out increasingly hard strokes.
My cock was pounding into Leigh pretty good now, our sweaty bodies slapped together
loudly. We kissed passionately and sloppily in our heat. My hands groped clumsily at her
breasts and thighs, trying to feel her body every second that I could. We were going pretty
good, when Leigh started to moan loudly.
"Oh harder please Roger, fuck me harder."
At that point I was giving her every thing I had. Our position made it impossible for me to
fuck any harder.
"Roll over," I said, coming up with an idea. Leigh flipped over as best she could in the back
seat, coming to a stop while on her hands and knees. I got a good look at her perfectly
rounded ass and gave it a playful swat, bringing a cry of pleasure from her lips. I got to my
knees behind her and saw her look back over her shoulder with a big smile.
"Now, really fuck me hard. I want to cum so bad." Her sexy talk only added to my growing
passion. I grabbed Leigh by her shapely hips and held her steady. I rubbed my cock head
against her pussy lips a bit before slipping it back inside of her. By now, all five men from
the restaurant had moved over to her side and Leigh was face to face with five very hard
cocks all being stroked by their owners furiously. This seemed to add to her arousal, as
Leigh began to moan louder and talk dirty to the men through the closed window. Her words
set me on fire as well.
"Is this what you men wanted to see?" she hissed, "to see my body. To see me getting
fucked. See my pussy all full of my lover's cock. He is fucking me so good and hard. I am
going to cum all over his cock. Then you want to see my face with his cum all over it? Keep
stroking boys and you will." Her last few words held such great promise, I forced myself
back away from a rapidly approaching orgasm. I had a really good rhythm going now,
pounding into Leigh from behind like she was asking for.
I could see her ass shake as our bodies met, and my balls slapped against her pussy with
each stroke. I was using her hips to pull her back to me as hard as I could. The mental image
of the car rocking this hard almost made me laugh aloud... Sensing that Leigh was pretty
close to climax, I reached around her body and found her clit with my hand. I started to rub
the swollen nub in time with our stroking, bringing about even more cries of passion from
Leigh and sending us both closer to orgasm.
Outside, the first of the five men exploded in climax, shooting wads of thick white cream
onto my window right at Leigh's face level. She started scheming out at them.
"Cum on all of you, shoot your loads at me." One my one, they men lined up at the window
and started to shoot their cum. After the third one shoot, I felt Leigh begin to tighten up, and
I knew she was about to cum again.
"Oh yes," I moaned. "Me too darling, we can cum together." Leigh spoke but never turned
away from the window.

"No" she whispered. "I need to taste you so badly, please wait just a little longer." I needed
to let go, but was not about to disobey a request from this lovely woman.
I focused all my attention on bringing Leigh off, and worked my fingers faster across her
clit. Finally, just as the fourth and fifth men blasted their cum onto the glass, Leigh shrieked
out in climax. Her tight pussy muscles contracted hard against my cock, squeezing it very
tightly and almost sending me over the edge. Over and over she gripped me, her pussy trying
to milk my cum from my cock. Two things kept me from losing it. The thought of her
sucking me off, and the thoughts of those milking pussy muscles giving me their treatment
some other time. By the time Leigh finished cumming, I was almost exhausted from my
furious pumping.
The five men were still there, watching. To my surprise, our waitress was also standing
there, her uniform hiked up around her waist, frigging herself silly. What a sight. As I was
taking it in, Leigh turned around in a flash and curled up on the seat next to me. I sat there,
throbbing and ready for release as Leigh went straight for my hard cock. She tore off the
condom, making a loud snapping sound as my cock was freed. She dove straight into my
lap, talking my shaft into her hand and lowering her warm mouth over my cock head. To
my left, not two inches away through the glass was the waitress' exposed pussy. She was not
overly attractive, but something about the total abandon with which she was bringing
herself off turned me on even more.
Leigh knew that this was not a time for a long sweet blow job, there would be plenty of
time for that later. What she was after now was to make me cum as quickly as possible into
her mouth. With surprising ease and skill, she slid her mouth over my cock and sucked me
to the root in one stroke. I don't have a huge cock, but no woman had ever swallowed it so
effortlessly. She bobbed her head up and down rapidly, fucking me with her mouth hard and
fast while cupping my balls in her hand.
"Ohhhh, " I moaned loudly. "I'm almost there." Leigh let my cock slide out of her throat and
concentrated on the head, tonguing it madly.
Just at the perfect moment, she gave my balls a slow hard squeeze, sending me over the
edge at the same time as our waitress's cum flowed down her fingers. The first volley hit
hard into her mouth. She moaned around me, swallowing most of my cum, before the
second shot came. This one she gobbled up no problem, as well as the third forth and fifth
shot. Leigh swallowed hungrily all the sperm my balls could produce, letting only the
slightest amount drip from her mouth onto my balls.
Exhausted, I just sat back on the seat with my arm around her, never wanting to move from
that spot. Slowly, the six watchers moved back into the restaurant, voicing their approval as
they left. Alone again in the back seat, Leigh and I kissed passionately, celebrating the first
of what was to be many wonderful evenings together.
The End