Dress Rehearsal

First dates should be fun, playful and flirtatious. At least that’s the way I think. But there are soooo many possibilities. What happens when you are instantly crazily attracted to each other? This is my fantasy role play version of that situation.

Amy and I usually plan our scenarios together, sort of like a rehearsal, without going into too much detail to allow for spontaneity. When you play these roles out, especially in a public setting, it allows room for the unfiltered and unexpected. 

For the first date setting, we both agree on a restaurant. It’s an intimate place and we make reservations for 7pm. This is totally different from our real first date, so it is like starting over. Amy will play a bi-curious woman, recently divorced and inexperienced in dating other women. She is the type of person who always shows up early and follows as all the rules. I will be a more free-spirited woman who wants a committed relationship after several failed attempts with other women. We meet through a mutual friend who knows our backgrounds and after a phone call and a few emails, here we are on our first date. 

Amy arrives first and is already seated at a cozy booth. She stands when I arrive and I take in how stunning she looks. I feel like stopping in my tracks and staring, but I give her a cute smile and keep moving instead. We greet each other with a quick kiss on the cheeks. I am instantly aroused and have to work extra hard to carry a decent conversation through the first course.  I have to do something, anything to break the spell. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and can only think of immediately rubbing out a quick orgasm so that I don’t spoil the rest of dinner. 

In real life, this is a “dress”rehearsal.” I am sitting with Amy on the stools at our kitchen island just horny as fuck. We’re sipping wine. I’m wearing no bra, thin top and leggings, which are now totally soaked in the crotch. Why? Because we’re planning to have sex in a public place and I am openly massaging myself and Amy is touching herself, too.

I can’t take it anymore and tell her I need to cum. She feels the same. We both strip, completely nude in our kitchen. 

I think back to our first date, which was just about a love for desserts and chocolate and establishing an honest, caring relationship. This is different. Born of knowing and trusting each other for years. She kisses me while we furiously masturbate, rushing into our first orgasm during our “rehearsal.”

We take a moment to catch our breath and clean up a bit. I go for some clean panties and a robe, then we reconvene for more planning over wine. Amy has her robe on, too.

We pick up where my character returns from the bathroom, not refreshed, but a little disheveled and flush. Dead giveaways. Even without the scent of my soaking wet panties, which I’ve since tucked into my purse, Amy’s character is intensely curious about my condition. Maybe she is worried that something isn’t quite right. She asks if I’m alright, genuinely concerned, which always sucks me in. I am now totally fascinated by her, and become even more so when she deduces what I’ve just done in the bathroom. I instantly confess to everything. From the moment I saw her it was over. When she kissed my cheek, the shivers raced through my body like an electric wave, stimulating me to the point of distraction. Her delicate beauty and the way she held herself simply made me melt inside. I couldn’t risk losing her before we ever got started. The dynamics of a first date at work, I decide to be totally honest with my thoughts and feelings.

To my complete surprise, she reciprocates. Her feelings, wrapped up in a desire for something she never found in her previous relationship, are inseparable from our physical attraction. She wants to go to the bathroom like I did, but I put my hand on her forearm to stop her. I slide my other hand under the crisp white tablecloth, reaching for her thigh, feeling the firm warmth through the thin material of her skirt. She quickly scans the restaurant to see if anyone is watching, then reaches under our table, placing one hand on mine pulling her skirt up with her other hand. She guides my hand up her thigh, pressing my fingers into the tender puffiness of her mons. Her expression, a gentle smile, eyes blazing, doesn’t change except I see a slight quivering in her lips and she gives a soft sigh at my touch.

I am acting the scene out for this rehearsal, only without the hesitation of two lovers exploring each other for the first time. My fingers freely part Amy’s soft puffy outer lips and I gently caress her as she lets out a series of her own trembling sighs.  We take another pause from the rehearsal and give each other full attention, fingering at first, then I get down on my knees between her legs, tasting her like it’s for the first time. The sense of familiarity is mixed in, but she is so messy and wetter than ever. I know she won’t last long and I go for it, licking around and over her firm little clit and sliding my fingers into her and massaging inside as she cums, squeezing my fingers and writhing, pushing and grinding into my face. I lay back on the floor and masturbate for her, my legs spread wide, finger fucking myself, the slapping sound of my palm mixed with the squishy wet sounds of my fingers, the rhythm quickening until I have my own surging orgasm moments after her.

We know how the role play will go in the restaurant. I will play with her under the table and when the servers check on us or the other guests glance over at us, we’ll pretend everything is normal...nothing happening here. Of course, I try to make her lips quiver more noticeably or elicit a heavy sigh or even a moan. Now it’s just a matter of when we’ll be able to do it. Then we can start thinking about our second date.