Belinda had been introduced to me by a mutual friend and to say she was attractive would be doing her an injustice; she was stunning. She had come out of a bad marriage and as a result, she had been forced to move back in with her parents and had become very shy and withdrawn. I was the first man she agreed to go out with after almost a year of being alone.
Our first dates were awkward as Belinda didn’t say much, but I had been told to expect this. One of the first things I noticed about her was that she really knew how to dress. All her skirts and dresses were minis and very tight, the same thing held true for her blouses. One evening when I complimented her on the outfit she wore she gave me a faint smile.
“Don’t thank me, thank my ex. He enjoyed dressing me up like a whore,” she said in a sad voice. “Now ninety percent of my clothing looks like this.”
I kept my comments to myself after that and silently enjoyed the sight of her in the wide array of sexy clothing that she owned. We continued to date and she began to talk a little more each time we went out and soon we were having great conversations. Eventually, I decided that instead of just saying good night when I dropped her off at her parents I would give her a kiss to see what would happen.
Upon reaching her parent’s house she turned her head toward me to say good night and I quickly leaned into her and place my lips on hers. She pulled her head back for a second and then leaned into me again and pressed her lips tighter to mine.
Our kisses became longer and even more passionate as the weeks passed. She eventually allowed and seemed to welcome the sensation of my hands running over her full breasts and up her nylon-covered legs and under her miniskirt as we kissed.
It was at the height of this tactical foreplay one evening that she issued an unusual request in a breathy whisper.
“Talk to me,” she said.
I was taken aback, no other female had ever made such a request.
“What do you want me to say?” I asked.
Belinda gave a small frown but continued to kiss me and allow my hands to run all over her firm body. On my drive home I thought about her request and was puzzled. What did she want me to say? Now I had no sister to ask about it and wouldn’t dream of asking my mom, so I waited until I was at work and asked the one person that would possibly have an answer.
I washed dishes at a very upscale bar that was located in a very upscale hotel and had become friends with most of the staff with Kathy the stunning bartender being my favorite. She was much older than I was and by her own admission had been around the block a few times. We spent their downtime talking about a variety of subjects. So I decided to share my problem with her.
She listened without comment until I finished and then she smiled at me.
“Sounds like you found yourself a talker,” I was informed.
“I don’t understand,” was my reply.
“You’ve heard the term ‘she talks a good fuck’? Usually, it means that the talking is the only good thing about bedding her,” my friend explained.
“I’ve heard the term,” I answered.
“Well, it sounds like this one uses the talking to make it better. Now the next time she makes her request of being talked to, you answer with something,” my friend informed me.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Anything. Tell her how great she looks and feels. I have a feeling that the more you tell her the hotter she will become,” Kathy replied.
So Friday arrived and that signaled another dinner and movie date. As usual, Belinda looked stunning in one of her short miniskirts and boot outfits and it was an effort on my part to keep my mind on the here and now and not the events that would follow.
I eventually drove her back to her parent’s house and parked in the middle of their long driveway where my car was invisible due to its color and hidden by the low-hanging tree branches and the shadows they created. As usual, the kissing started out gentle, at first, and intensified as the minutes clicked by.
It was when she eventually parked herself on my lap that it happened. I was kissing her neck when she made her demand for me to talk to her. Armed with the knowledge that my bartender friend imparted to me, I responded.
“Do you have any idea how I look forward to this?” I asked.
I felt the heat emanating from her mound through her panties and against my dress slacks increase significantly at my confession and I could see her nipples push against the bra under her blouse.
“Tell me,” she responded.
“It’s an effort for me to keep my hands off your sexy legs while we are sitting in the restaurant,” I admitted.
“I saw you staring at them and it got me hot,” Belinda answered.
“I can barely wait for dinner to end so we can park and I can get my hands on you,” I continued.
“And run your hands over my tits,” she said finishing my sentence for me as she gently pushed her chest forward.
“Yes, and up and down your silky legs,” I continued as I ran my hands over her full breasts.
“I think, however, that you want more than touching?” Belinda purred.
“Yes. I want you to slide your panties off so I have access to your wet pussy,” I continued.
“Why?” she asked.
“So I can slide my hard cock into your tiny, wet cave,” I crooned.
In the blink of an eye, Belinda got off my lap, twisted in her seat, and went to work on my zipper. In a matter of minutes, she managed to extract my hard cock.
“You are so big, “she managed to say in a breathy whisper as her hand gently encircled it and began to gently stroke it.
“That’s what you do to me,” I responded. “That happens every night when we are together.”
Belinda parted her blouse to reveal a beautiful shiny black silk bra. My eyes went wide at the sight of it.
“You like?” she asked. “You did tell me that you thought that black lingerie was the sexiest.”
“Yes, I did say that,” was all I could say.
“I’m glad, because I wore this for you,” Belinda informed me as I ran my hands over her full cups.
Belinda took a seat on my lap, again, sitting closer to my knees and continued to stroke my cock. I lost track of time and between the hot kisses and my hands on her magnificent breasts covered in their black silk covering it wasn’t long before I was ready to shoot.
“Belinda, I’m going to cum,” I managed to say.
My admission caused her to slide off my lap and point my rock-hard cock between her breasts.
“Cum on me,” she said in a soft moan.
I gritted my teeth and lost my load. The sight of my cock spewing its contents on her must have pushed her over the edge and she moaned loudly as her slender body shook. A moment or two later, she gave me a long kiss goodnight as I was stuffing my now limp cock back into my pants.
“I need to go inside, my panties are soaked and your cum is sliding down my body,” she informed me as she exited the car.
As I drove home I wondered what would happen on our next date.
