“Let’s go to the bedroom, where we’ll be more comfortable,” she said, taking my hand. I followed.

She was wearing one of those extra-large T-shirts that women wear to bed. I hadn’t seen anything yet — I had only felt her breast through her shirt. Upon entering her room we immediately hit the bed. I mounted her missionary-style. Still fully clothed I began to rub my hard-on against her vagina. We began making out — touching, kissing, licking, and feeling each other.

Earlier in the evening I had divulged to her that sexual intercourse was not something I took lightly; that I carefully consider when and with whom I engage in it. Seeing my reluctance to go all the way, she informed me about a “pink thing with batteries” that she used for self-satisfaction.

I enjoy women on top, so I positioned her on top of me. Now she was grinding away. She didn’t last long, and began to beg. Oh how I love it when a woman begs! She was obviously in need of some serious loving. “Where is that pink thing with batteries? I want to use it on you,” I said.

Her eyes opened wide, she broke a beautiful smile, asked, “Really?” and immediately went to the dresser to fetch it. She returned with a large pink smooth vibrator and a jar of Vaseline. I played with the gadget to see how it worked. Those things really get going! She instructed me to dip it into the jar. That didn’t seem very sterile, you know, double-dipping and all. After a brief hesitation, I inserted the pink thing into the jar until it was well-lubed. She asked, “What about you?” I told her I’d take care of that later.

At that point she was still wearing her shirt, and I hadn’t seen her mound yet. I was down there really close. The tension was terrible — such anxiety, not knowing what to expect. What kind of labia does she have? Does she have those big old saggy lips? The shirt came off, and wow, what a beautiful pussy! “You trim it so short! I love it!” I exclaimed with joy.

Putting Mr. Copper-top on half speed, I began to press it against her lips, working it up and down her slit. She reached down and cranked the speed up to full, and I went to town. I buried it into her slowly, quickly, and then slowly again. I twisted it going in and then retrieved the entire slippery, wondrously vibrating thing, rubbing it against her clit.

I couldn’t believe how beautiful her snatch was. It was the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. (With hundreds of issues of Penthouse for reference I know that’s one good-looking pussy.) The hair was trimmed very short and with impeccable neatness. The lips were ideal size and visible to the perfect degree — color (not too dark or too pink), texture, shape were all perfect.

She asked me to use my fingers, and she took the machine. I started with one finger, then two, then three. I was working her penis receptacle with reckless abandon. Meanwhile she held the tool tightly against her clit without any motion of her own. With my other hand, I began to bounce the electric lover feverishly up and down. This was working well. After her first speechless orgasm we didn’t miss a beat. The always-erect love machine was right back at home.

It seemed like forever. I worked that vibrator in and out — all the way in, all the way out. Dildo inside, fingers on the outside. Dildo on the outside, fingers inside. It took what seemed to be an eternity, but she climaxed again, only this time she blurted out little squeaky moans.

I cleaned her off, got off the bed, took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. There was a sort of counter in there. I had her sit on it. I took the vibrator from her and looked at it. Mentally, I was comparing its size to mine. “I’m feeling a little inadequate,” I told her. I unzipped my pants and reached in for the hard-on I’d had for the past three hours. I carefully worked it out all the way. Still curious, I put the vibrator next to it, and what do you know, to her delight my tool was actually a little wider and a little longer than her never-say-no fuck machine.

I asked her to scoot back and spread her legs. “Do you have any hand lotion?” I asked. I took it and asked her to open her hands. I squirted some lotion onto her hands and had her rub it around a bit. Then I placed the back of one of her hands on the edge of the counter; I put the other just behind the first, also palm up. Then I laid my erection on her hands, and she grasped me. “You aren’t allowed to move your hands,” I instructed.

Slowly I began to fuck her hands. “Oh, this feels so good,” I mumbled. I tried kissing her, but she was more interested in watching. I leaned back a bit and tilted my head down to watch too. With our heads pressed together, we both watched as I pumped my engorged appendage through her hands. I would pull back to the point of being almost all the way out — and then plunge back in deep.

She was mesmerized. Managing to pump slowly, I put my hands on her long, smooth legs. I was enjoying this moment, savoring it. Slow! I didn’t want to rush this. I noticed that the mirror in the corner was on a medicine cabinet. Stopping for a moment — she looked up to see what I was doing — I reached over and opened the cabinet until the mirror was at the perfect angle for a fresh view. She laughed, and directed her attention back to the business at hand.

Her grip was getting intense. In fact it was becoming uncomfortable. The veins in her hands matched those along my shaft. Yes, this slow pace was turning me on, but enough is enough. I gradually picked up the pace, and soon my balls were slapping angrily against the counter she was sitting on. I leaned forward, put my hands on the counter for better support, and increased the force of my thrusts. Climax was approaching quickly. I began to tense up. Slapping, pounding, and moaning, I was surely on my way to one climactic ending.

I slowed the pace as I felt the surge approach. With my dick angling a bit to one side, pointing at the inner thigh of her right leg, I pushed through her hands as far as I could. My first ejaculation shot a hug gob of goo onto her goddess-like leg. One throb followed another and then another. Wow! What an orgasm!

My entire body relaxed into a trance-like state. We cleaned up and went to bed — to sleep. That was our first and last date. I think the fact that I wouldn’t actually put it in her turned her off. But who says you can’t have fun if you don’t go all the way? Until my next first date —