I don’t always carry my phone with me, so I didn’t see Brandy’s voice message until I got home late on Wednesday night. In the message, she told me her address and apartment number, along with information on where to park. She apparently had already checked out my profile on Lush Stories.
I heard, “You naughty boy; I love your profile, and thanks again for lunch. I had a great time visiting with you!!”
“I read your ‘About’ several times because you have a lot going on there, and much of what you wrote is ambiguous. Although your writing appears innocent at first glance, a closer interpretation reveals some extremely risqué content. For a broad-minded woman like me, your play on words has a highly erotic connotation. You heated me up and provided me with something to think about. I can’t wait to read your first story.”
“The more I think about you and your profile, the more excited I am getting for Saturday night! Talk to you soon, bye-bye, sweetie.”
Amazing! This receptive woman certainly knows how to get my motor running.
Immediately after hearing Brandy’s message, I went online to Lush Stories and her profile to eagerly read what she had written.
“I love to swap naughty thoughts,” she wrote in her profile.
After reading Brandy’s writings, I became very horny, and I knew her voicemail message about being “broad-minded” was the absolute truth. In my opinion, this was all positive news, as I discovered that she has absolutely no inhibitions regarding sex. From that point on, I knew we both believed that sex is good, clean, and healthy fun between two consenting adults, no matter our ages.
I also researched some of Brandy’s friends and noticed several stories she had read and liked, with a comment. I went on to read some of those stories myself; most of them had an age-gap romance as their theme. I gathered that my sexy new girlfriend is no babe in the woods. Up until that time, I was still a little concerned that my highly erotic mind might somehow offend her if I got too sexually graphic, but after diving into her stories, I no longer had to worry about that.
From Brandy’s stories, I realized that she likes a strong man who isn’t afraid to lead and unexpectedly pushes her limits if the time is right. It was also clear she enjoys flirting with men, especially older men like me. Not only did her writings get my motor running, but they also engaged my stick shift and put it into high gear.
It was getting quite late to call, so I messaged her instead.
“I’ll call you tomorrow night about Saturday.”
I also added emojis: a smiling face, burning flames, hot lips, and two thumbs up. The small word “up” perfectly encapsulated my feelings for Brandy, encompassing my mind, a body part, and my soul.
On Thursday morning, I saw three emojis of puckered red lips and a smiling face.
I spent some time researching Brandy’s neighborhood, which is nearly fifteen miles away. I called her around six PM. My goodness, she has a sexy voice to go along with everything else. She was doing fine and looked forward to our date.
“Hey Brandy, do you know there is an incredible steak and seafood supper club about five miles from you? It’s out past your place in the boonies.”
Brandy had never been there but had also heard wonderful things about it from people working at her law firm. She loves steaks, so that’s where we planned to eat. In addition, I found out that she prefers dry red wine, like me.
“This is a dress-up date, so wear a nice dress. I’ll be wearing a suit coat with an open collar.”
“I already know what I am going to wear, and I think you’re going to like it.”
“I am sure I will. Hey, you know what else? I’ve checked out that supper club, and it has a very special VIP package that we are going to try. The package includes a special SUV pickup service to and from the restaurant.”
“Cool.”
“The SUV has tinted glass and a privacy partition between the driver and passenger area. We get a glass of champagne and a chocolate treat too. Then at the restaurant, we get to sit in our own private room.”
She announced, “I feel like you’re spoiling me.”
“It’s my pleasure, sweet babe.”
Then she went on, “I bought a surprise costume for our game today, and I have another idea too.”
“Hmm, that sounds very intriguing. Do you have a Clue game?”
“Yes, I have the original Parker Brothers game that’s probably older than you; I got it from my grandma’s estate.”
I was impressed and inquired, “Cool, and by the way, which version of Clue are we playing?”
“You’ll find out Saturday night, but if you need to know, it’s the fun version.” I had to chuckle at that, and so did she.
Then, using a seductive tone, Brandy warned me.
“Beware, I am a very competitive person; I am going to beat the pants off of you!”
I was momentarily stunned; I hesitated; my mind went blank; I couldn’t think of anything amusing to say without getting dirty. This provocative statement had me rapidly standing at attention in more than one way. Before I could speak, she mocked me.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Then she snickered.
Finally, I got my wits about me.
“You are one brave lady to take me on, but you will not be able to throw me off my game on Saturday. I can’t wait to arrest you because I feel you are about to commit a crime.”
She claimed, “Yeah, right! All I can say is that it takes one to know one, and I feel like I’ve got you under my control already.”
Brandy giggled, and I could not stop myself from joining in. I had no advantages over this woman; the back-and-forth banter was becoming increasingly suggestive. I have always loved strong-minded women who are my equal or better. Good self-esteem is sexy, especially if that woman likes me, as it was clear that she did.
Abruptly, she paused her playful banter with me to talk about our plans.
“Bob, I would like to secure a reservation as early as five. That will allow us to start our playtime earlier.”
I loved how she used the word “playtime,” especially how she uttered it in such a sensual way.
“That sounds like a smart idea.”
We chatted on for a while longer, talking about some of the authors on Lust Stories we like and what Brandy had written herself. It was another sexually charged conversation. I also planned to read more of the stories she has favorably commented on before our date.
We talked on the phone for about an hour, which is a record-long phone conversation for me.
“Brandy, my right ear is about ready to fall off.”
She tittered, and it’s no wonder that word came to my mind, considering how much I love her stunning boobs, even if I hadn’t seen all of them yet. It had been a pleasurable chat; we sent our fond farewells and blew kisses over the phone.
“I’ll see you on Saturday at 4:20 and schedule our ride to be at your place by 4:30.”
She responded with, “Can you make it here at 4:00? I want to show you something before we go.”
“You bet, bye, sweetie.”
“Bye, Bob, mwah.”
The conversation made me so darn horny. How in the world would I be able to control my joystick on Saturday night? I didn’t have a clue!
Friday went slowly. Saturday morning was very hot outside, but I had the best vibe going on.
Around noon, Brandy sent me a “See you soon” message with a smiley face.
I replied, “I can’t wait for our date.”
I was still wondering what she wanted to show me before we went out. It felt like some kind of surprise, which added suspense to our first truly romantic date.
I looked my best, dressed tastefully, and prepared for our engagement. I arrived a little early at Brandy’s location with a dozen red roses, and I also brought my favorite bottle of Merlot to share. Once inside her apartment building’s nice lobby, she buzzed me in, and I followed her instructions to head up to her third-floor abode.
I felt a tad anxious, but I was mostly super excited, as this date seemed like it would be a momentous one for us.
I knocked a couple of times, and I heard her yell, “Come on in, it’s open.”
As I walked into Brandy’s entryway, she appeared right in front of me, flashing a thousand-watt smile. Standing there only inches away is, in my opinion, one of the most attractive women in the world.
It appeared like Brandy might only be wearing a purple robe, at least that was the case on top. Her lovely tits were partially in view, as her robe lacked the material to cover her large boobs and close fully. What luscious eye candy, she was giving me a wonderful tease right from the get-go.
She looked into my eyes, then down at the roses.
“Hi Bob, oh my goodness, they’re beautiful.”
“They’re not as beautiful as you!”
Brandy had already put on her makeup and looked fabulous in her plush robe; it covered most of her well, but the upper material gap was exposing not only cleavage but also the inner sides of her magnificent girls as well.
“Aah, you’re so sweet, thank you.”
Brandy then placed the bouquet on the table near the door, leaned in even closer, and swung the door shut behind me. Thereafter, I felt her arms encircle my waist, and she promptly pressed her ever-so-soft lips on mine. Her body embraced me tightly, and we were saying hello in the best possible way.
Despite my suit coat being partially in the way, Brandy’s warmth radiated, and I felt her large, soft tits flatten out on my chest. Soon, our tongues touched, and then they began to explore the others. It was a mutual thrill, as we both achieved our desires to experience a truly intimate connection for the first time. She is a wonderful kisser; it felt so seductive and erotic.
Sparks were flying all around. If I had them in my body, fuses would have blown, or circuit breakers would have tripped. Without a doubt, the adrenaline surge I felt in my cock could have raised the Titanic. My open suit coat couldn’t mask the result, so I was very nervous about it.
I said to myself, “Down, boy.”
Even though Brandy’s body was primarily adhered to my dress clothes, I was somehow able to prevent my hard-on from touching her. She finally took the initiative and stepped back and luckily didn’t look down. We just beamed at each other for a few seconds before I managed to break the lustful silence.
“Hey Brandy, can I go out and knock on your door again?” I snickered, and she laughed!
My lovely date took the roses off the table and smelled them.
“They’re exquisite and so pretty. Thanks again, Bob; I need to find a vase. Come in the living room and sit down. OMG! You brought some wine too.”
“I brought it for later.”
“You think of everything; you’re so awesome!”
She alerted me. “I know we don’t have much time, so I need to hurry and get dressed, and then I have something to show you. Make yourself at home.”
After Brandy vanished into the bathroom, I readjusted my cock, which felt excessively constricted in my pants. I glanced around her apartment; from where I sat, everything looked neat, clean, and well organized. On the coffee table in front of me, I saw the Clue game just waiting to be played. After only about five minutes, I heard her yell out that she was almost ready.
But then in jest I heard, “It’s taking longer because I need to redo my makeup that a certain bad boy messed up.”
“I plead guilty.”
I heard Brandy chuckling at that. When she finished and opened the bathroom door, it was about 4:15.
“Here I am.”
I had a hunch, and I was right; she was wearing the little black dress.
The pictures I saw of Brandy in the dress were terrific, yet in person she looked simply astonishing. I saw her breasts as lovely treasures that wanted to escape their confines. She twirled around several times, revealing a little more of her legs, but the form fitting dress didn’t swirl up much. Still her luscious, inviting legs allured my eyes upward even further to appraise an ideal sized butt. Her skin was flawless, and she had a lovely tan.
My poor Peter had started to relax until her sexy flaunt sent another rush of blood his way. The sight of her tits swaying back and forth, especially, is what got him back up and pointing toward the ceiling. I sat there, mesmerized by the view. In that dress, her entire being was simply inviting to my appreciative eyes.
“Hey, you, Earth, to Bob, shouldn’t we be going?” It was about 4:25 or so.
“Sure.”
In hopes of hiding my problem, I went to button the bottom of my suit coat before I rose from the couch, but Brandy grabbed my hand to pull me up before I could button anything. I was unable to conceal the bulge from my erection, and this time, when Brandy stepped back, she noticed it. For at least three seconds, which seemed like three minutes, she blatantly stared down at the front of my pants. The revelation appeared to cause her to bite her lower lip in a flirtatious way.
When Brandy looked up and saw my expression, she had to know that I was embarrassed. I was thankful that she didn’t say anything about it. Instead, she reached for a black shawl, then she put it back down and grabbed her clutch purse with one hand, and her other hand seized one of mine.
Forcefully, she declared, “Let’s go. It is so hot I don’t need to bring a shawl.”
All the way down the hall and out to the SUV limo waiting for us on the other side of the driveway, Brandy tightly held my hand with her petite fingers, and mine interlaced perfectly. Our hands felt like they were woven together.
I wanted to show off my old-fashioned chivalry and respect, so I waved off the driver who was standing in front of the vehicle and opened the SUV’s door for Brandy. I could tell Brandy really liked that.
As she lifted her shapely legs into the SUV, her abundance of bare skin rewarded me with another stirring sight. While I glanced directly at Brandy’s legs several times, I noticed that she blatantly stared at my still-bulging crotch and then up to my face with a broad smile. Her sexy, smooth skin captivated me, but I somehow managed to back away and walk around to the other side to get in.
The driver got in after closing my door and lowering the tinted glass partition between him and us.
“Nice to meet you folks; my name is Sam. Help yourselves to the champagne and chocolate treats. You can also browse the menus we have back there if you like. We should be at the restaurant within 15 minutes, but I’ll give you all the time you need to finish enjoying the bubbly. I am going to close the divider now, so you have privacy. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to press the intercom button.”
“Sounds good, Sam.”
As we rode to the restaurant, sipping champagne and eating the chocolates, she eventually brought up the still visible elephant in the room, or more accurately, the elephant in the SUV, or even more precisely, the elephant in my pants.
“You really like me in this dress, don’t you?”
“Yes, you look simply ravishing in it.”
Brandy divulged, “I know you’re definitely telling me the truth, because I have seen the proof.”
“Huh.”
“I saw the huge tent in your pants, mister!”
“Oops,” I mumbled and exhaled deeply.
Brandy noticed I was uneasy and placed her right hand on my left thigh, not far from my erection. She gently squeezed it in a soothing manner, like she was trying to comfort me.
Confidently, Brandy stated, “Don’t be embarrassed about getting a boner; I am of the opinion that it is the most sincere compliment you could possibly give me. You know what? Talk is cheap, but a boner doesn’t lie. If they’re being honest, most women would admit that they love it when their date becomes excited from just looking at them. So there!”
I felt a big relief that my predicament didn’t bother her, but no less excited as we pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot with empty champagne glasses and her hand still fondling my thigh.
“Well, I guess we will call mine a bona fide reaction then.”
Brandy laughed and squeezed my upper thigh even more vigorously. Once again, I was using words that corresponded with my aroused feelings, and her hand was not providing any assistance in lessening my problem.
She remarked, “Sweetie, you’re so cute; if I weren’t apprehensive about ruining my makeup, I would lay a big wet one on you right now.”
Even with her playful words and the major distraction of her tickling my thigh, I managed to tell the driver that I wanted to open Brandy’s door and asked if I could take one of the menus with me.
“That’s fine, enjoy. I’ll see you after dinner. Please inform your server when you are preparing to leave.”
“Will do, thanks, Sam.”
Grinning big time, I grabbed a menu and went around to open the SUV’s door for her. I got to enjoy looking at those sexy legs of hers again.
Away from the SUV, Brandy asked, “What do you need a menu for? I am sure the restaurant has plenty of them.”
I need it to conceal my honest attraction toward you, which is currently displaying itself.”
Brandy chortled again at the way I described my situation, and her snickering continued as we walked into the restaurant. I was holding a strategically placed menu in my left hand and her soft left hand in my right.
Walking behind Brandy to our table, I observed that she was nearly at my height. I had been gazing appreciatively everywhere else and hadn’t perceived her black stilettos with three-inch heels. The shoes caused her to sway delightfully as she walked, or perhaps it was a deliberate action for my benefit.
I continued checking out her enticing silhouette as she made her way towards the back of the supper club ahead of me. We had to walk past the bar, where several guys paused their conversations to watch her pass.
We were both thrilled to be there and took our seats inside the private room. The high-back seats made the atmosphere seem even more intimate. Brandy’s bare shoulders and alluring swells greeted my admiring eyes. What a charming and elegant lady; she could grace the cover of any glamour magazine.
Then she started to tease me about my stiffy.
She commented with a snicker, “You made it under the radar.”
I tapped her on the hand for emphasis. “Hey, no thanks to you! Would you like to share a bottle of wine?”
“Sure,” she said and sounded upbeat.
We picked out a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon.
Our conversation flowed with humor and wit. Her supple skin and her lovely display of more than ample cleavage kept me enticed. Brandy was such a flirt and a pro at using her feminine charms and wonderful sense of humor to keep me amused and continually aroused.
Not even five minutes had passed when I felt Brandy’s bare feet creep up under my pants legs. It felt like a reenactment of our lunch date, but this time, she had removed both of her stilettos. She even attempted mischievously to reach her toes above my knees on the outside of my pants when she couldn’t do it from the inside.
I took off my shoes too. My socks stayed on because removing them in the restaurant was difficult and awkward. However, I had much better access to Brandy’s uncovered legs. Her legs are velvety smooth, and their warmth radiated through my socks. I even managed to elicit a flutter in her eyes when I reached up to brush her mid-thigh on several occasions.
When our waiter arrived with the wine, she looked directly into my eyes while talking to the middle-aged man.
“I see all your menu entrees are stamped USDA Prime; I assume this means everything has been tested and found completely safe and wholesome for me to enjoy with no concerns.”
Our server explained, “Absolutely, ma’am, and the inspection also guarantees that you will get the highest quality cut.”
I nodded affirmatively but wondered what my date was up to. She only stared back at me with no notable emotion.
Brandy quickly asked the waiter another question. “Are your steaks aged, because I know aging makes for the best kind of tenderness?”
“Yes, ma’am, we age our steaks for 30 days.”
The waiter, who was clearly smitten by her appearance, suddenly snapped out of it.
“Are you people ready to order?”
“Yes, you go first, Brandy.”
Brandy continued to peer into my eyes with her striking baby blues, hardly blinking as she spoke to the waiter.
“I desire your queen-size top sir loin.” She played up the words “desire and top sir loin.”
The waiter interjected, “Ma’am, we don’t have a queen-size listed on the menu.”
Then Brandy continued her salacious behavior without missing a beat.
“Fine, I’ll take your longest and thickest top sirloin, and I want it to come bone-in; I find it more satisfying that way.”
The waiter looked a little bewildered.
“That will be our 20-ounce size, ma’am. I’ll see what I can do to meet your bone-in request. How do you want it prepared?”
I not only endured Brandy’s obvious bawdy teasing of my Lush username and profile, but, in fact, I felt like laughing.
She maintained a serious demeanor while conversing with the waiter and simultaneously eyeballing me.
“I want it done well, and I mean well done.”
I muttered, “Oh boy.”
Brandy was looking into my soul and toying with me mentally to further advance her objective of spelling out her wishes. Her wishes were clearer to me than a starlit night sky. In addition, while she spoke to the waiter, I felt her toes tickling away up and down my legs.
Lastly, the waiter asked, “Would you like any Bearnaise sauce with your sirloin?”
Brandy had me turned on, and she knew it. Watching me closely, she remarked gleefully to the waiter.
“I don’t need it; I believe my top sirloin will be juicy enough.”
She proceeded to treat me with a self-assured grin and more footsie action.
The waiter, who was not wise to the clear message she sent me, gave her an odd look; I would have paid fifty dollars to know what he was thinking.
“I’ll also get the garden salad with ranch, a baked potato with butter, and green beans for the sides.”
“Sounds good, ma’am. What would you like to order, sir?”
I was barely able to control myself, but I pulled myself together and reached for one of Brandy’s hands. I looked back at her intently, mirroring her earlier gaze.
“I want the deluxe entree because it’s the best.”
“Are you referring to our most expensive steak, sir?”
“Yes, if it is the richest, sweetest, tastiest, and most tender. It’s going to be special, a rare entrée.”
I received enraptured respect from her and a strange nod from the waiter. I ended up enjoying 16 ounces of delicious, rare filet mignon as a bonus.
We drank our wine and devoured some fresh bread. Brandy ate her garden salad, and I enjoyed their French onion soup. Soon after, our luscious entrees arrived with the same sides. Immediately, she smiled and looked like she had something naughty to say.
“My top sirloin looks succulent.”
I watched as Brandy cut a strip off one side, then used a fork to bring one end of the steak up to her mouth. She gazed at me with a seductive expression and began to lick the end of the steak, circling it with her tongue. It was sensuous play even before she clamped her lips around it and slowly slid it in and then mostly out of her mouth in an erotic spectacle to behold.
She whispered lustfully, “Yum, I adore the flavor and texture. I plan to consume my sirloin slowly and revel in the deliciousness of it.”
Brandy had expertly ensnared my mind, using what I had written on my Lush Stories profile page. I inadvertently discharged some pre-cum into my underwear, as her actions had completely piqued my libido.
I mumbled, “You’re too much.”
She laughed and looked proud of herself.
We enjoyed some excellent food and drink, plus the finest company. Lots of bantering back and forth. During our conversations, Brandy managed to disclose an important fact that majorly hinted at what her future plans included, as if I didn’t already know.
“I am a healthy woman in every way and under the supervision of a medical professional, so no need to worry; I am well prepared for any possible outcome.”
Given the suggestive information, I was tempted to yell out an affirmative response, but instead, I faked calmness in my highly aroused state.
“Oh, I see, said the blind man.”
Towards the end of dinner, Brandy put one finger under my chin and looked into my eyes with one raised eyebrow. I knew something suggestive was coming.
“I’m going to need a doggie bag because I don’t want to get too filled up yet.” She accentuated the word “yet.”
By this time, both of us were so horny, I doubted if we could control ourselves enough to play the board game. I pictured us just inside Brandy’s apartment door, passionately tearing each other’s clothes off the very moment we got there. I noticed her fiddling under the table with her shoes.
Unashamedly, she divulged, “I am so wet; I need to go change my panties.”
This was an incredible leak of private particulars! Yet another salacious affirmation of her yearning for me to ponder.
“I can relate.”
Brandy was not the only one who was overly excited; not only had I leaked some preliminaries into my briefs, but I also worried that blue balls might be in my future unless I got some relief soon.
“I didn’t know you wore panties.” She said, giggling.
Before I could respond, Brandy was already out of her high-back seat and off to the ladies’ room to freshen up. What a titillating honey she is; I couldn’t wait to get her home.
While she was away, I spoke with the waiter about our ride home, requested a doggie bag, and asked for the check.
When Brandy returned to stand by our table nearly 15 minutes later, I noticed she had reapplied her makeup and changed her hairstyle somewhat. She had moved the part in her hair from the middle to the side. Standing adjacent to me, her sexy body and radiant smile were just as alluring as ever.
“You changed your hairstyle.”
“Just changing things up a little. Do you like my new look? Is it better this way or the other way?”
“Yes, you have a different look. It’s a tough choice; you look fantastic either way. I think you appear a little more mature this way, but I still prefer your original style by a hair, no pun intended.”
“Good to know, because I want to please you, Bob.” Next, I heard, “Sizzling, sir, dessert is at my place.”
Brandy had given me another rousing implication to consider. I was internally smoldering as a result of the events that had transpired thus far, and I also contemplated whether she was wearing any panties. I slipped on my dress shoes and paid the bill, leaving a generous tip. As I stood up to leave, our waiter handed her the doggie bag and showered her with more appreciative ogling as she stood there.
Once again, to Brandy’s amusement, I snatched the menu I brought in and strategically placed it for the walkout. At the bar, I saw several of the earlier admirers leering at her for one last time. Who could blame them?
Outside, we met Sam, and I moved to open the SUV’s door for Brandy. She sat down with her legs wide apart before moving them inside. This time her dress rode up and revealed all of her legs, including the bottom of her pink panties. My thought at the time was, darn it, she is wearing panties! Had she done that on purpose to show me she was?
On a mission, I ran around to the driver’s side, jumped into the back seat, and leaned in to kiss her, regardless of Sam. She smiled and squeezed my right bicep.
She whispered into my ear, “I really, really want to, but let’s hold off until we’re playing the game. If we start making out now, I doubt we’ll play the game at all.”
“You’re probably right.”
Seemingly, taking a cue from me, Sam didn’t waste any time; he hopped in, told us to let him know if we needed anything, closed the privacy divider, and we were off.
We conversed and relished each other’s companionship throughout our ride back to her place. I was relieved that we had completed the drive to her apartment posthaste, as I was eager to play. On the road, she started teasing me again about beating me at Clue.
She announced, “I am not going to show you any mercy. We’re going to play the no-holes-barred adult game you described during last Wednesday’s lunch!”
Talk about an explicit comment. Had Brandy really meant to be that bawdy, or did she accidentally mispronounce the word? I had to find out.
I countered, “It’s no-holds-barred.”
Her giggling response was, “That too.”
I saw no end to the possibilities with this woman! Brandy is the quintessential dream girl, the most seductive and bodacious woman to have ever graced my mind. It’s clear that she absolutely loves to keep me excited, and I was determined to make sure she enjoyed her reward for doing so even more. By then, I believed she was going to be an unrivaled playmate who would fulfill my red-blooded desires beyond all expectations.
Upon pulling up to Brandy’s entryway, I pushed the intercom and had Sam open the partition. I thanked him and handed him a nice tip.
“Sam, stay put; we can get ourselves out.”
“Ok, folks, have a great evening. Thank you.”
As she disembarked from the SUV, another alluring view of her legs only reinforced how I felt about her.
We arrived back inside Brandy’s apartment around 7:30. I attempted to corner her in the living room for a kiss, but she had other ideas. She playfully pushed me away and studied my face with an amused countenance.
“Hey, handsome, slow down; you’re forgetting about our game.”
“No, you are just impossible to resist.”
“Bob, you’re a charmer, but now listen up: I have various fruits and cheeses in the refrigerator. You’ll find some chips and crackers on the kitchen counter. Would you bring them out to the living room for us? I need to freshen up and take a quick shower; I’ll see you in about ten minutes.”
“A shower?”
She retorted, “It’s your fault; you’re the one who got me all hot and bothered.”
The story will continue with part three. Like real crime fighters, we investigate each other while playing Clue.
