The usual, dinner and a finger-fuck

For a couple of seconds, it seemed like we wouldn't even make it to the restaurant, but might just end up fucking each other right there outside Veronica's apartment, with the short, stacked minx continuing to fondle my balls through my pants while I began to regret wearing underwear now that my throbbing cock was filling them to the point where things were getting really uncomfortable.

As I did a quick calculation of how long it would take to get my pants open (maybe a couple of seconds) and Veronica's skirt hiked up far enough to gain access to her pussy (even less time; her fat, round ass cheeks were hanging out beneath its hem), the Latina cock-tease suddenly removed her hand from my crotch and took a step back.

"I'm just going to get my things,"Veronica said, a naughty smile crossing her lips as she eyed my bulging cock again, "Don't go anywhere!"

I shook my head and grinned, my gaze going to the exposed top of Veronica's asscrack when she turned around and sauntered back into her apartment. After a few steps, she turned her head and let slip another signature giggle of hers at me admiring how her dress seemed to painted onto her full, juicy ass.

During the few moments that it took Veronica to gather her things, I remained with my cock throbbing and my heart racing. Then she emerged from her apartment, her purse slung over one shoulder and a small shoulder-bag over the other.

"In case we end up at your place," Veronica explained the bag with a sultry smile as she locked her front door. Still reeling from her outfit and the way in which she was making it perfectly clear that we were going to be fucking each other's brains out before the evening was over, I couldn't come up with anything fitting to say.

Instead, as she spun round on her heels to face me, I stepped forwards and swept her up, nearly lifting her off her feet as I placed my lips against hers and held her sexy body tight to mine, my cock pressing against her thigh and crotch while her tits were mashed against my chest. Locking her arms around my neck, Veronica returned the kiss and began to writhe against me, moaning into my mouth and rubbing her boobs against my chest.

"We'd better get going, Veronica, or else your neighbours are going to find out just how much you love my cock," I informed her once the kiss was over. It wasn't something I'd normally say on a first date, but then I hadn't met too many women like Veronica before. Wearing an ultra-micro dress that left 98% of her flesh exposed felt like an open invitation to treat her like my fuck doll.

Veronica made a lustful noise as though she wouldn't mind letting her neighbours see her playing with my cock, but still stepped back from me, and we began the walk down to my car, with me carrying her bag and having my other arm slung round her waspish waist, holding her tight while she used one hand to lovingly caress my chest and abs. It was increasingly clear that Veronica was lusting for my hardened physique, and I could scarcely wait to unleash the power of my body during the steamy, lengthy coupling that awaited us at evening's end.

When we got to my car, Veronica got in the front passenger seat while I stowed her bag in the trunk, noting that it weighed next to nothing. As I got into the driver's seat, I looked over and saw that she hadn't strapped herself in yet. Instead, she now leaned over and kissed me again, her tongue entering my mouth while she resumed exploring my chest and stomach with her hand.

Now convinced that I was going to be sporting a massive amount of wood straight through the entirety of our dinner date, I placed a hand on Veronica's thigh and began to fondle it, savouring how it felt just like her ass, strong and soft at the same time as I massaged her smooth, silky skin.

Veronica grabbed hold of my wrist, and made me groan with surprise when she steered it up over her thigh, in underneath the hemline of her skimpy dress, until my fingers made contact with something that was awfully wet. Just like I had thought, Veronica wasn't wearing any underwear, so there was nothing to stop me from running my fingers over her bald pussy lips. Even while Veronica maintained her grasp of my wrist, she allowed me to set the tempo without any interference, and I began by dragging my hand all over her honeypot, noting that she was shaved completely smooth and very, very wet - this girl was absolutely soaked!

Breaking off the kiss, Veronica shifted in her seat and spread her legs wider apart, giving me better access to her pussy while I could now listen to her ragged breathing, with a horny "Eddie!" coming from her when I began to focus on her clit.

Anyone who happened to look into the car would have a pretty good idea of what we were up to, but neither of us allowed that to stop us. Instead, I slipped two fingers into Veronica's surprisingly tight, soaked honeypot and made her moan by starting to pump them back and forth while softly rubbing my thumb against her clit.

It didn't take Veronica long to start writhing in her seat, grinding her ass into it and her eyes narrowed into tiny slits as she kept on looking at me while I continued to plunge my fingers in and out of her drooling snatch, her hand having slipped away from my wrist.

"Fuck!" Veronica and I didn't have to wait for very long before that orgasm arrived, causing her to cry out at the same time as arcing her back, push her beyond-huge knockers out to an even more dramatic extent than usual as her whole body trembled and her face was twisted in lustful grimace. I stopped pumping my wrist, leaving those two fingers of mine buried in her pussy as her juices washed over them and her sex convulsed around them.

When Veronica's climax was over and she'd sunk back into her seat, I finally extracted my fingers from her slit, only for her to grab hold of my wrist again. Giving me a slutty, sexy smile that was practically burnt onto my retinas, Veronica made quite a show out of licking her lips before bringing my index finger up in front of them and then taking it into her mouth, sucking her own wetness off of it while looking very much like she was loving the taste of her own pussy.

My middle finger got the exact same treatment, including Veronica bobbing her head back and forth over it, giving me an idea of what she had planned for later, while ever so often casting suggestive glances towards me while she licked it completely clean of her honey. Spitting my finger out of her mouth, Veronica instead mashed her lips against mine, offering me a kiss that matched my previous one in its ferocity, and which allowed me to taste her pussy off of her lips while trying to keep up with the pace that she'd set. I was about to start fondling her boobs when I felt her trap my zipper between her thumb and index finger and begin pulling it down.

Grabbing hold of her wrist, I made her stop, and broke off the kiss.

"Sorry, Veronica," I grinned at her, "but if you're going to tease me, then you don't get to see this yet. Fondle it and fantasise about it all you like, but my pants stay closed."

It had taken all the self-composure that I could muster, but I figured that it was exactly the sort of teasing that Veronica would enjoy. From the smile that she sent my way, it seemed like I was right.

"You're planning to make me play with myself in the middle of the restaurant, aren't you?" Veronica asked, and I couldn't figure out whether she was joking, or being dead-serious.

"I wouldn't mind seeing that," I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her again.

"Okay, then the sooner we have this dinner over and done with, the sooner I get to see your cock," Veronica said, her gaze dipping towards my crotch and the corners of her mouth rising when she got to the last word of that sentence.

Grinning and nodding at Veronica, I strapped myself in and turned the ignition on, while she touched up her makeup with the help of the sun visor.

The drive to the restaurant was an interesting one, to say the least. While I was driving, Veronica kept our discussion to more innocent topics, and I found her to be smart and funny, with a humour that was surprisingly geeky for someone built like a sex goddess. Every time we stopped at a light though, she jumped me, smooching me and caressing my chest and my cock like she was planning to fuck me right there on the spot. A couple of times, it was only through the honking from cars behind us that I realized that the light had turned green again.

"And here's your table," the dumbstruck waitress said as we stopped by a round little table in one corner of the nice, if somewhat dimly lit restaurant. Like everyone else since we'd entered the place, she had a hard time not staring at us, what with me still being as erect as a flagpole and Veronica wearing a dress that put the busty bimbo at risk of being arrested for public indecency, though luckily enough the restaurant seemed to be free of young families and senior citizens. Veronica was definitely enjoying the attention, clutching my arm tight as we walked through the restaurant and casting adoring looks up at me.

There were three chairs placed around the table, two of which were opposite each other, so my assumption was that Veronica would occupy one of those and spent the whole dinner stroking me with her feet. But apparently she had a different idea, since she let go of my arm and instead took a few strides before turning to face me, yet again showing off to all those people ogling her just how miniscule her dress was.

"Hmm, I think I want to sit to your left, Eddie," Veronica finally announced, being extremely conspicuous about how her gaze trailed the shape of my cock as it ran down my left trouser leg, ending somewhere close to my knee.

Grinning and shaking my head again, I pulled back a chair and waited for Veronica to seat herself in it before taking a seat next to her.

"Thanks," we both said to the waitress when she handed us our menus, Veronica accepting it with her left hand since her right one had already ventured down between my legs, where she found my hefty balls and began to fondle them.

"Eddie, let me know if you see anything that's easy to eat with just one hand," Veronica told me, more or less completely deadpan, before proceeding to move on from caressing my seed makers to jerking me off through my trousers.

"I can't believe you work in internet security, Veronica," I told her, truthfully. Whatever my idea of what anyone who worked in that field was, and I'd never really thought about it, Veronica didn't match that image on pretty much any level. With my lips curling into a naughty smile, I dropped my gaze to the mile of cleavage she was sporting and continued, "If I were working with you, I wouldn't have enough blood left in my brain to think with the way you parade those perfect titties around." I doubted Veronica owned even one piece of conservative clothing.

"And you don't look like your average screenwriter, Eddie," Veronica replied, flashing me a lewd grin before continuing, "More like the star of some X-rated sword and sandal movie."

As I chuckled, the sexy Latina went on, "That, or an adult-themed mockumentary called 'Tarzan - Behind the Loincloth,'" Veronica grinned at me, and stopped moving her wrist to give my dick a loving squeeze.

"Anyway, I was kind of a geek when I was young, and a late bloomer. I used to be short and skinny, then I got short and busty instead," Veronica explained.

"I used to be tall and lanky," I replied.

"What happened?"

"Well, I had asthma, so dad gave me a book about Teddy Roosevelt when I was thirteen. He suffered from it too, and managed to overcome it through physical exercise."

"So you followed his example?"

"Yeah, it was either that, or invade Cuba."

We continued on like that, making each other laugh and generally enjoying ourselves as we made our orders to the waitress, with my ability to contribute to the conversation being surprisingly high in light of the fact that Veronica's right hand never once left my cock.

"Veronica, you might want to stop that for just a little bit. Otherwise, I'll either have to rip off that slutty dress and fuck you right here, or cum in my pants," I told her as the waitress approached with our drinks. Not that it would have made much of a difference - the precum leaking from my dick was leaving an ever-expanding wet spot on my pants, and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what the cause of it was.

In response, Veronica stopped slowly jerking me off, but kept her hand on my prick as the waitress served her a glass of wine and me a glass of ice water. After a few more minutes, she was back to jerking me off - even increasing her pace - shooting me a smile of mock innocence as her hand worked my cock through my slacks.

Our food arrived some time thereafter, and we continued to talk while we ate. The date continued to be pretty much a complete success, and would have been such even if I hadn't already known that we were going to spend the night, and probably the better part of the early morning, fucking each other.

"Veronica," As we were finishing our meal, I placed my left hand on her thigh and used my hold of it to slide her down in her chair until her ass was hanging over the edge of it, where after I slid my hand back up to her pussy again while Veronica looked straight at me as I leaned in closer to her. The busty bimbo's hour-long hand job had made me almost uncontrollably horny by this point. But instead of taking her right there, I opted to turn up the heat on the filthy exchanges we had been sharing only intermittently thus far.

"I'm going to fuck your every hole...but not before I cover every inch of your body with my cum," I whispered in her ear as I moved my hand away from her pussy and instead slipped two fingers in between her thick buttocks, rubbing them against her asshole while she moaned with lust and gave my cock another squeeze.