Page 44 of April

“How much later?”

“In, like, an hour and a half.”

“Then, why are we in a bar?” the woman asked. “I live upstairs.”

Linden swallowed and said, “I thought you wanted to get a drink.”

“That was when I thought we would have all night.”

“Oh,” Linden said, leaning over and moving her lips next to the woman’s ear. “Do you want to take this upstairs, then?”

Her date didn’t answer her with words, but her hands moved to Linden’s belt buckle, which she undid, and Linden supposed that was an answer enough. They’d been messaging on the app for five days now. Linden usually had three or four active chats going on the app, and she’d been wanting to get together with the woman who was currently walking her up the stairs because she was sexy as hell in her pictures and had been honest in that she was seeking fun and nothing serious. She was even sexier in person and had worn a short, tight black dress for their drinks’ date at the bar that she’d smartly invited Linden to, which was downstairs from her apartment, giving them only a few steps to take before they had some privacy and a bed.

When the door was closed behind Linden, the woman sauntered into the small kitchen, which was open in the studio space. She didn’t say anything as she poured them both a glass of some clear alcohol before she carried the glasses over to Linden and handed her one. Linden wasn’t usually a fan of drinking something she hadn’t poured for herself or hadn’t watched a bartender pour because anything could’ve been in that previously open bottle, but she watched her date take a sip first and decided it was safe to do so.

The woman downed the drink in a gulp after her first sip, and Linden realized that they weren’t meant to enjoy their drinks while they talked before they got to the sex, so she downed it as well. Not a big fan of vodka to begin with, but especially not a fan of straight vodka, she did her best to conceal her reaction to the alcohol as it went down. This was the cheap stuff and not at all smooth.

“So, I was thinking that we could fuck all night long, and if that went well, maybe we’d do it again, but if you have to go in an hour or so, we should at least see if this could be something worth repeating.” The woman handed Linden her empty glass,and Linden watched her lift her dress enough to pull down and then remove a black, lacy thong.

Linden’s eyes went wide as that thong was tossed onto the floor, and her date took both glasses from her and placed them on a nearby table before returning to Linden and reaching for that belt buckle again.

“I know we talked a little about what I like, but to be clear, I love a butch who takes what she wants,” the woman said as she pulled apart Linden’s belt. “And I especially love a butch who comes prepared. Did you come prepared for me, baby?” She unbuttoned and unzipped Linden’s pants before she quickly reached down into Linden’s jeans over her boy shorts.

“Fuck,” Linden let out, pressing her back against the door.

“You didn’t. I thought you would’ve taken my hints.”

“I came here from work,” she said as that hand cupped her hard and then pulled out completely. “Next time,” she added.

“I have one you can put on for me. It’s in my drawer.”

“Oh,” Linden said.

She knew this woman had done this before. That much had been obvious from their messages. But this was a routine her date performed often, given how smoothly it was going so far. Linden had been one of many, which didn’t bother her, but she’d thought they’d at least talk over a drink before they got to this part, if they got to this part at all.

“Wear it for me, fuck me with it, and next time, I’ll give you whateveryouwant.”

“Next time?” Linden asked, wondering why she’d have to wait until then to get what she’d want, which quite frankly, was an orgasm from another woman’s mouth.

“Yes. You only have an hour, right?” She pulled at Linden’s shirt until it was out of her pants. “I like to take my time when I come.” She reached for and undid the first button on Linden’s shirt. “I’m going to ride you until I’m close. Then, I’m going tosit on your face until I can’t stand it anymore. When I’m ready, you’ll fuck me from behind until I come.”

In their messages, they hadn’t talked like this, so Linden was completely unprepared, and talking like this wasn’t much of a turn-on for her. She was overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do, which was odd for her because this wasn’t exactly her first time messaging and then meeting with a woman that she’d planned to have sex with.

When her phone dinged in her back pocket, she used it as her chance to get some space between her and her date, who’d been about to remove her shirt. She pulled her phone out and cleared her throat.

“Sorry. One second.”

“I’ll get what we need,” the woman said as she walked away toward the bed.

Linden looked down and saw a message from Asher, who was waiting for her date to arrive.

Asher Hahn: She’s twenty minutes late. What do I do?

There was a second message.

Asher Hahn: Sorry. I forgot you’re on a date of your own. Never mind. I’m an adult. I’ll be fine.

Linden looked up and saw the woman pulling out a harness with the dildo already attached from a dresser drawer. She also pulled out a bottle of lube and set it on the bedside table. Before she turned toward Linden again, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was gloriously naked, and when she turned around, Linden got her first taste of just how sexy this woman was, and she swallowed. Her date smirked. Linden felt the wetness pool between her thighs and watched the woman as she walked, hips swaying, back over toward her, holding the harness out for Linden to take.

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