A girl asked me out! I got the job at Paul Martin’s and I was working the happy hour shift and she was in with a friend, having a few cocktails. She was being extra friendly and perhaps thinking back, she was quite flirty. I didn’t notice until she left a note with her number. I felt my face flush with warmth, feeling a bashful and vulnerable sensation. Yet, I was also extremely elated as I eagerly shared with my colleagues that a sexy lady just left me her digits. I couldn’t stop smiling and I texted her right away. 

I remembered her as radiant and glowing. I was excited to sit near her to really see her and get to know her. It was my first actual date with a woman! I barely felt nervous about the idea of being with a lady lover again. I felt mostly enthusiastic.

We met for sushi on Wednesday. I walked to the restaurant right in Pasadena and she arrived a few minutes later. She was dressed in heels with skinny black jeans and a nice blouse showing this big dark freckle on her shoulder and a few more on her back. Her golden hair was perfectly straightened and her delicate jewelry and accessories were lovely. She looked phenomenal. 

I looked good too. I just dyed my hair purple, so it was bright against my dark, low cut top. She immediately told me how gorgeous I looked, and as I hugged her, I could smell her fruity perfume. It ignited my senses and I was excited to eat. 

The chemistry felt natural. We ordered several things to share, and as we got to know each other, we enjoyed feeding and touching one another. Women are so soft. I know I said that a lot when I hooked up with my first girl in New Zealand, but they just are. They’re so much more gentle than the man’s touch, and having only been with men the majority of my sexual life, it’s quite refreshing to have something so different. 

She’s been dating women throughout her twenties, so she’s definitely experienced in the vagina department. I told her my minimal experience so far with women, and she was shocked. That made me feel good, because I really did feel comfortable around her. 

After we had several mouth orgasms from the sushi, we went back to her place in Pasadena. We sat on the couch and had a glass of wine before she asked if she could give me a tour. I knew what she really meant by that, and smirked as I followed her to her bedroom. Once we got there, she set down my glass, and brought me onto her bed full of fluffy pillows. We zealously took off each other’s clothes and when her breasts touched my skin for the first time, I didn’t want to let them go. I couldn’t stop squeezing them. 

I arched my back as she ate me out, while keeping a fistful of her blonde hair in my hands. I whispered, “Soft and light,” and she crushed my guidance. I climaxed after only a few minutes. She joined me back up, and our faces collided as I enjoyed the delicious drips left on her lips of my juices. 

I flipped her over. It was her turn. I asked how she liked it and she told me she wanted a finger inside and my tongue on her at the same time. I loved how well she knew her body. She tasted sweet, and her lips were plump and juicy, welcoming my mouth between them. My fingers and my tongue were flowing in a perfect dance between her legs, and she was oozing with joy. I felt her body vibrating, and I knew she was getting close. She squeezed my head with her legs as she came, and then relaxed with a satisfying sigh, still lightly quivering uncontrollably. 

Both of us felt pleased and we held each other for a bit, almost falling asleep. She asked me to spend the night, but I didn’t want to sleep in my contacts. Plus, I liked the idea of looking forward to our next encounter. I kissed her soft lips goodbye, grabbed one last squeeze of her perky titties and ubered home. 

She demanded I text her when I got home, so I did, and she’s been sending sweet texts the past couple days already. I’m sure I’ll be seeing her again soon and I can’t wait. 

I’m really enchanted by my sensual date. I can’t stop thinking about sex. I’m yearning to taste her again. I keep getting turned on by the thought of sushi entering my mouth from her elegant hands. I want to feel the softness of her warmth and her chest against mine. There’s something special about women, and as I’ve begun to explore my sexuality, I feel more and more in tune with myself.