The Strip - Max

12 / First Dates

Two hours passed by in a flash. Nick had taken me on a tour of Johnson Beach. The boardwalk, with all its shops and bars, was bustling as the sun sank towards the horizon beyond the opposite side of the lake. The evening air was still warm enough for tiny bikinis and snug Speedos. I wore a flirty little miniskirt that did nothing to hide my thong panties, and a crop top that barely covered my braless breasts, but I still felt overdressed for the crowd.

As we walked, Nick held my hand, and we shared random little kisses. Those kisses became a game. If I spotted a guy in a banana hammock, I kissed Nick on the lips. A girl in a tinier than tiny bikini - he kissed me. Cute little PDA. Topless girl or a guy overflowing his Speedo, open mouth with tongue. We made out at least a dozen times before we found ourselves walking back towards the hotel.

Nat had found a school friend and crashed in her room for the night. Megan was getting to know a certain young bar tender turned male stripper at his apartment. The room was mine for the night, and as our date progressed, it seemed like Nick was mine as well.

He walked me to the room and asked, "Have I earned a kiss goodnight?"

"Nick, you've earned a lot more than a kiss," I replied as I draped my arms around his neck. "The question is, do you want to say goodnight, or spend the night with me?"

He gently took the key-card from my hand and scanned it at the handle to open the room. Not a word was spoken as we stumbled through the door, our lips devouring each other. Before the latch clicked behind us, my top was pushed up over my breasts while Nick's fingers fondled my nipples.

When he broke away from the kiss to suck at the pert nubs of my breasts, I mumbled, "I'll take that as a yes."

"Bridget, I want to fuck you. So bad."

"You do? What a coincidence; I want you to!" I replied before his lips crashed back against mine.

Our mouths grazed heavily as our hands frantically rid each other of all clothing. I could feel his aroused cock tap against my belly while his fingers tangled in my hair.

"Nick," I said on a soft breath, then paused. "Nick, before you fuck me, I want you to do something."

"Wha? Yeah, of course," he replied between kisses.

"I want you to eat me out."

Nick's lips twitched into a grin as he nodded. "I have no idea how to do that, but... I'll do whatever you want. Tell me how, and I'll do it."

"I'm just going to go and... get ready. Do you have condoms?" I asked.

Nick's face sank and his eyes darted towards the door." Shit! No. Ahhh, I can go—"

"Don't worry. I have about a hundred in my suitcase," I said with a smile. "Front pocket of the red one in the closet. Take out some. But, the deal is, you can only go to the suitcase once. Take too few, the night ends early. But only take out as many as you need, because I'll expect you to use them all."

I stepped away, walking backwards towards the bathroom while Nick's face twisted with confusion. He was clearly trying to figure out how many condoms he could use in a night.

"How many? I don't know."

"I see you thinking. Remember, I'll be giving you a blow job again. Maybe a couple. There are flavoured ones for that, or we don't use any. That's fine too," I added.

I got myself ready for anything we might do and stepped back into the room. Nick was fidgeting with the bedside lamp beside a generous pile of condom packets. I walked around the end of the bed and joined him at his stash of rubbers and started counting.