[Non-Fiction] Annie's first adventure!

[KinkyDick]

You're standing with your friend, it's a cool night, calm, but getting dark quick as it's getting late in the year. You're embarrassed, partly because you're wearing clothes you normally wouldn't, without your friend pushing you.
She is always pushing, dress better, wear more make-up, find a cute guy to bang. She's so sexual, everything about her is slutty, her skirts are short, her shirts are incredibly low cut, you don't even know if she owns a bra because you've never seen her wear one.
And now she's dressing you up in her clothes, and setting you up on a blind date. The clothes she picked for you aren't your style, but nothing as bad as what she wears. You're wearing a white button up blouse, with a crop top underneath, a compromise since she made you leave the top three buttons of the blouse undone and your boobs keep trying to jump out and greet the world. Instead of your usual jeans your stuffed into a blue pair of those stupid tiktok leggings everyone is crazy about, and not that you'd ever admit it to her, but you're kind of proud how amazing they make your butt look.
"There he is!" Your friend exclaims, shaking you out of your stupor and back into the terrifying real world. You immediately remember what she is doing to you and desperately try to hide how under-dressed you are feeling, crossing your arms and taking the tiniest step behind her.
"What was his name again?" You whisper, trying to talk quietly so he wouldn't hear you over the traffic going by on the surprisingly busy street.
"Hi, I'm Bradley, you must be Annie!" He said, smiling. Having clearly heard the question, you weren't sure if he was being genuine or teasing you as he held out his hand to you. You noticed how gentle his touch was as you reach for his hand, and how it was covered in tiny scars and a few calluses. Clearly he worked a lot at whatever he did.
"Well I have to go, you two have a fun night!" You friend said, startling you for the second time in as many minutes.
"But.. uh... wait..." you stammered as you realised your friend was abandoning you already with this stranger. That wasn't the plan, at least not the plan you had formed. You realised suddenly that she had never actually said if she would stay with you, even when you had asked she had avoided answering.
Pulling you slightly away from him your friend whispered into your ear. "Don't worry, hun, have a fun night! If things go horrible you can call me and I'll come get you, but try to loosen up and enjoy yourself for once! Oh, and if you like him you'll undo another one of those buttons and let him enjoy himself too!" With a wink at you and a nod at him she turned and walked away, her skirt fluttering and threatening to show way too much with every step.
"So, what would you like to do for an adventure tonight?" He asked, clearly far more at ease than you felt currently. "Have you eaten? We could have dinner, and perhaps you'd rather a movie? Or would you rather go to a pub and get a drink first?" A drink would definitely calm you, but all you could do was nod slightly, your throat still tight with shock and a hint of fear. He smiled again, god his eyes sparkle whenever he smiles like that you thought. No, stop! You thought shaking you head as if to rid yourself of the thought. This is supposed to just be a simple date.
You found yourself following him, and suddenly realised he was holding you hand again, gently guiding you towards a small nightclub, it was late enough that there were already plenty of people inside, the lights and lasers were swirling around and some newage music you had only heard once or twice before was being pounded into your chest from every direction by what looked like 50 different speakers. He led you to a bar and ordered you a drink, your eyes flared in temporary anger as he chose something without asking you, but he didn't seem to notice. He handed you a drink and took his, paid the bartender and then waved for you to follow, not even bothering to talk as the music was too loud to hear him anyway. He leads you to a table in the corner where the music is quieter and gestures for you to sit first. Once you are seated you try your drink and are surprised it isn't some stupid girly drink, sweet but not unbearable. Curious about what it is you take another sip and try to figure it out.
"Do you like it?" He said, leaning close to be heard. He smelled faintly of cologne, something familiar but intangible in such a faint quantity. You nodded,not bothering to talk even though the drink and people nearby was helping to calm you a little. He leaned over a second time to talk and you barely noticed as he rested his arm on your shoulders. "I should tell you I'm kind of nervous, I don't really date very often." The smile on his face seemed more genuine this time and you decided to believe him, relaxing a bit more
"Neither do I." You admitted, looking down from his face for a second. He reached put and gently lifted your chin until you were looking into his eyes again.
"Let's try not to be so awkward then and have an adventure!" He released your chin after a couple seconds and his eyes trailed over to where a couple were already on the dance floor attempting what looked an aweful lot like clothed sex. Your heart started racing again as you wondered if that is what he wanted from you. You could dance, but not like that, not with someone you had just met. You shifted and he glanced back at you, seeming to notice your discomfort inmediately. "Don't you wish you could be like that sometimes? So carefree and happy even with everyone around watching? I've never been that bold personally, but I admire the people who can!" You let out a breath you hadn't realised you were holding, and nodded shyly. He smiled again, and then waved to a waitress who was walking by and ordered more drinks. Looking down you realised that your glass was already empty and you didn't remember when that had happened.
Sitting in silence and listening to the music you realised that you could feel his arm across the back of your neck and his side against you. How had you not noticed how close he was sitting before? What was going on? This man seemed to have a strange power over you, things that would have bothered you before were being overlooked because of that smile he kept flashing at you. You resisted the urge to flinch away only to be abandonned a second later as he released you to accept the drinks from the returning waitress. Offering you both drink to choose from you ellected to choose the dark one instead of the one that was clearly a vodka cranberry. The dark drink was smooth, with a hint of spices, the cold liquor shocking your tongue as you sipped on the straw. Shaking your head a little you tried to focus and mumbled about needing the bathroom. Half running to the bathroom you called your friend and quickly told her everything that was going on as you splashed water on your face and tried to cool off. She laughed and said it was fine, to enjoy yourself and let loose a little. She dared you to unbutton your blouse some more, teasing that you were a chicken and never would. You hung up furious that she wasn't helping and stared at yourself in the mirror. You'd show her, you could have fun too! Undoing the next button you noticed the top underneath was doing it's job well and you decided to go one further and undo the button under your boobs as well. You smirked when you realised it actually made you seem more modest as your boobs weren't straining to escape anymore and instead seemed content.
Making your way back to the table you felt a million eyes on you and started feeling uncomfortable again. Sitting down beside him again seemed almost like you were back in a safe space, he wasn't a stranger anymore, suddenly he was your protector from everyone else. His eyes had lit up when you returned and he smiled happily when you returned to your spot by his side. He waited less than a second to return his arm around you and again you were shocked by how right it felt to have him there. Another drink arrived and you started getting worried, but decided that you weren't in trouble until at least the fifth drink so you accepted it and sipped slowly, trying to pace yourself without drawing attention.
He gestured towards the door and pulled out a pack of smokes. Not to be left alone you followed him outside. He offered a walk and it was a pleasant night so you decided it would be nice. He again took hold of your hand, but this time he stayed beside you and seemed to move quite slow, as if allowing you to choose the direction. You hadn't gotten far when the first couple drops of rain started to fall, you ignored it as small showers were quite common, but the look of concern on his face made you realise you were wearing a white top. Why were all the stores closed? You started panicking as your shirt became more and more see-through, your decency being threatened by the second. Suddenly he was removing his shirt and wrapping it around you, his smooth chest and abs exposed to hide you from the world. You tried not to stare as he waved for a cab and then opened the door for you. Once inside the cabbie asked where and you blanked for a second before suddenly spurting out your address. Five minutes later you were standing at your doorway beside a half naked man, who was soaked from the rain. You led him into your home, wondering what you were doing and why. Standing in your entry dripping water on the floor he still looked happy and was even laughing as he wiped water off his face and slicked his hair back with both hands. You wondered how he could be so relaxed as you clung to his soaked shirt. Suddenly he stopped and quickly pulled a cell phone out of his pants pocket. It was a little damp, but didn't seem damaged. He tried a couple times to wipe it off but his pants were soaked and not helping. Snapping into action you kicked off your shoes and pulled him to the bathroom where you had towels. Drying your hair you saw him wipe his phone and then dry off some, although his pants were still soaked. Going to your room you shut the door and get changed quickly, thinking for a sec you grabbing a pair of pyjamas and took them out with you. Finding him still standing in the bathroom trying to mop up the water on the floor with his towel you handed him the pyjamas and realised sheepishly that they were pink and probably not going to fit very well.
"Thanks." He said, speaking for the first time since entering your apartment. He started to undo his pants to get changed then something seemed to click and he glanced up at you, and catching your eyes focused on his hands he smirked. Your face burned and you turned, slamming the bathroom door in his face.
That arrogant, cocky asshole was teasing you in your own home! Furious for a second you slowly realised that he had been incredibly nice all night, and was quite attractive. Perhaps this blind date hadn't been such a terrible idea after all.

[KinkyDick]

He exits the bathroom, his face burning, holding his dripping wet clothes in his hands. You can't help but giggle a little, seeing this man wearing nothing but your pink pyjamas, the legs of the pyjamas werre way too short for him, and they were also quite tight on him, his junk clearly outlined. Again you notice you have been caught looking as you glanced up and saw his smile. You blush and take his clothes from them, taking them to the washer to clean and dry them so he wouldn't have to go home in pink pants.
Returning you find him sitting on the couch in the living room, patiently waiting for you. All of a sudden you're struck by the realisation that you just met this man tonight and he's already in your apartment, and almost naked! You bolt to the kitchen to get drinks and hide the fact that you're freaking out a little. You're gone long enough to catch your breath when he walks into the kitchen and accepts the drink you offer him.
"Thanks!" He said taking the glass. "You have a beautiful home!" He tastes the drink and smiles, taking a second drink before setting it down on the counter. Suddenly he is within inches of you and you can feel his breath on your forehead as he stops for only a second.
When you don't immediately flinch away he raises his arms and wraps you in a full body hug. You can feel the power and warmth in his chest as it is pressed against your cheek, his arms resting on your shoulders. You shift ever so slightly and he releases you from his grip, but not before you feel something rub across your leg. As he steps back from you he brushes your chin with the back of his hand, his rough knuckles caressing your soft skin.
You turn to lead him into the living room to sit more comfortably, hoping your face isn't too red when he follows. Sitting directly beside you on the couch he passes you the drink you had forgotten in the kitchen, the smile on his face is gone, and now there is an intense look, as if he is trying to read your soul.
"You weren't planning on the night going like this, were you?" He asked, finally breaking the silence after what felt like forever.
"I, uh, well,no...." you stammer sheepishly, caught immediately with the truth. He nodded slowly, his gaze focused on your eyes. Looking away for a second you notice his hand move from his leg, giving you a split second warning before he turns your chin and your lips meet for the first time. You kiss for what seems like forever, his hand relaxing but never leaving, his index finger raising your chin gently so your lips meet.
He pulls away slowly, his eyes locked with yours as you open them, again staring into your soul. You blink once and he leans forward again, stopping for just a second inches away from you. You unconsciously leans forward ever so slightly and his reaction is instant.
His left arm wraps around your back lifting you up onto his lap, his right hand on your neck pulling you in for another intense kiss. As you kiss you feel him caressing your back and tugging on your neck, restricting your movements but without causing you to feel insecure or trapped. His hand raises up your back to your opposite shoulder andd you feel his entire arm across your back supporting you as he pulls away from your lips and turns his attention to your neck. Moving his first hand from your neck he rests it on your leg just above your knee, as he kisses your neck he slowly slides his hand up and down your leg, never going too far, but slowly increasing how close his fingers are coming.
"Enough of this!" He growls, standing quickly with you still in his arms. He scoops an arm under you legs and walks slowly to the only room in the house he hasn't been in yet. Without hesitating he stretches out his hand and opens the door, stepping into the dimly lit room. Not bothering to turn on the light, he boots the door shut behind him and moves slowly through the pitch black room towards the bed.

[KinkyDick]

As he approaches your bed you suddenly realize that this man, this stranger you hadn't known more than a few hours was about be laying with you in your bed. You tense a little, but slowly relax as you realize that you're both comfortable around him and also a bit excited. He lays you down so gently on the bed and then slides down beside you on the bed, seeming both hesitant to let you go and also unsure of how to proceed next. One of his arms still in the small of your back you feel rather than see his other hand graze your arm opposite of him. His hand slid gently up over your shoulder and across your collarbone with the slightest touch, his fingers settling against your neck. Suddenly his thumb makes contact of the other side of your throat and he forces your head towards him as he attacks you with the most passionate kiss of the night. You know you should be scared or at least wary, but he has this aura of safety around him that puts you at ease even with his hand on your throat and his tongue slipping into your mouth. If any other man had grabbed you like that you would have kneed them between the legs and been scrambling for a phone to call the police by now, but this man has felt more like your protector than your attacker all night.

His fingers tighten slightly, not cutting off your breath, rather more like massaging your neck. You can feel his long fingers almost wrapping the entire way around your neck and it is thrilling to know you could be at his mercy should he try to hurt you, while knowing deep down that he never would. His kisses move from your lips to your shoulder closest to him, drawing small lines along your exposed collarbone, his hand never moving from your throat. His attention no longer on your lips you notice you are breathing quite heavily and other parts of your body are starting to respond to his touch, almost without your permission. You become aware that in your hurry to get into warm clothes you hadn't bothered with undergarments, simply throwing on a long baggy shirt and a loose pair of fuzzy pj pants. Even in the darkness you can easily make out your nipples poking up the shirt, certainly he will soon notice the small but rapidly growing bumps. Almost as soon as the thought crossed your mind his arm slipped out from behind your back and without letting go of your throat his other hand started to rub up and down your side. His attention on your shoulder and collarbone stopped and he briefly looked into your eyes before kissing you again on the lips. His hand on your side had started to move the shirt along your body, causing the soft material to skate back and forth across your hardening nipples.

He shifted on the bed and without stopping his actions was suddenly directly above you, his knees between your legs, his fingers had been almost imperceptibly working their way higher and higher up your side and now when he rubbed your side this time his thumb was dangerously close to your breast. You knew you were running out of time to stop him, but you realised in that moment that there was nothing he could do to you that you didn't want him to do. This man had taken control of your mind and body in a way that no other before him ever had and no man after him would ever be able to.

As if reading your mind his hand on your throat relaxed more and the next pass up your side with his other hand was unexpectedly inside of your shirt. His manipulations of your shirt had caused it to raise up your waist until the hem was all the way up to the underside of your breasts, your entire stomach bare to his gaze had he stopped kissing you for a second to look. A chill swept across your stomach and you shifted on the bed. Instantly all his actions stopped, his hand on your throat was gone, only a cold spot where it had been remained, his other hand was near to your hip and not moving, and he stopped kissing you and gazed into your eyes again. Seeing no fear or other negative emotion from you he kept looking into your eyes as he placed both hands on your hips and applied a small amount of pressure with his palms against you. Slowly he started to slide his hands up your sides and you knew what he was doing. If his hands continued as they were they would soon catch your shirt where it was bunched below your breasts and you would finally be exposed to him.

You thought for only a moment about stopping him, but all the while your chest was heaving and your eyes were daring him to look down at the sight he was about to uncover. You felt the resistance as your shirt slid of your breasts, but he never broke eye contact, even as the shirt slid up to your armpits and continued going, up over your chin and nose and finally passing briefly over your eyes to stop on your arms just above your head. His arms started their return trip down your sides, still with agonizingly slow movements and still he studied all the aspects of your face for a sign to stop. Finally as his hands approached their targets his gaze wavered and he glanced down at your half naked body with a look that would be best described as insatiable hunger...

[sandieford]

Very good story. I'm looking forward to reading the next chapter of the story.