Tom finds his courage, and Julie is delighted with him

"So...here we are." Outside the door to Tom's apartment, Julie gave the young man a dazzling smile. After walking him home, and even all the way up the stairs to his door, she was still holding his shoulder tightly, something about that fierce grip seeming to tell him she didn't want to let go, didn't want the night to end just yet. He felt exactly the same, as enchanting as the meal with her had been, only...when he thought of inviting her inside for more his cheeks burned, and his stomach clenched with ****. Did he dare be that bold? He still wasn't sure, even as the chance to spend more time with her slipped through his fingers. It'd be fine if he just let the date end here, right? As much as he wanted to spend more time with her. They could go on another one later, maybe a couple more before he let her into his panties. Maybe it was better that way...the last time he'd thrown caution to the wind and gone with his heart over his head he'd had his life ruined by a woman he'd thought he could trust. Not that Julie was anything like his high school girlfriend...it was just hard to do that again. Julie would have to wait, and so would the stiff erection between his legs he really hoped she hadn't noticed.

"I really enjoyed tonight." Tom murmured softly, staring up into her handsome face, this strong, amazing woman who he still could hardly believe had plucked him out from behind that doughnut stand and taken him out like this. Her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle as she gazed back at him, and he felt like was falling into the ocean of those gleaming pupils. That fragile resolve was already wavering.

"So did I." Julie replied, leaning forward slightly. Tom gasped as he felt her gently grip his shoulder, while her other hand slipped around his waist. Her touch sent tingles through his body, his belly fluttering wildly as this strong woman held him in her grasp. "I think I'm going to have to kiss you again." The handsome police officer murmured, the desire in her voice making Tom's legs tremble. He raised his head, lips parting as she leaned down into him. And then suddenly her mouth found his. Where the kiss they'd shared over the restaurant table had started out gentle, this one was hungry and passionate right from the beginning, Julie fiercely hugging his body against her own as her tongue dove between his teeth. The young man was helpless to do anything but moan and shiver against her, utterly unable to resist her fierce attentions. The passionate desire he felt in every moment made his knees buckle, and his throbbing dick grow even hotter and harder between his legs. Pressed against each other like this, he was sure he must be teasing her with that naughty erection, only in the moment he found he didn't mind at all. In fact, her knowing just how turned on she'd made him was even more of a thrill.

When she leaned back at last, she held him against her for a moment, his chest pressed against her large boobs. It wasn't something boys were supposed to care about exactly, but...Tom found he really liked how soft they were even through his clothing. He leaned forward a little more, cheeks blazing as he stared limply up at his date. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his life before, his entire body flushed with desire for her. How...was he supposed to resist when she kissed him like that? Her head turned, and her grip on him loosened slightly, reluctantly, and the young man knew as hard as it felt, he had to make his move now or he'd be going home more sexually frustrated than he'd ever been in his life before.

"Do...you want to have a coffee or something, inside?" Tom panted hoarsely, glancing at the door. Julie paused, shock flickering across her face and for a moment the young man had a sickening sense that he'd gone too far, his stomach dropping at the thought. Was she going to sneer at him...call him a slut? The word he'd heard too many times already would sting even more coming from her. Then the handsome police officer smiled, that unmistakable eagerness in her eyes that women always got when they realized they had a chance to get their pussies filled.

"Sure thing." She purred like a hungry tiger. Turning him round in her arms, she guided him towards the door. Tom let her handle him, feeling very limp and willing in her grip. His hands were shaking as he lifted the key towards the lock of his apartment, and his first attempt he managed to miss the hole. "Here, let me." Julie took the key from his hand and slipped it neatly into the lock, swinging the door open. Tom pouted, he'd been about to get that, no need for her to step in like he was totally helpless without her, but when she led him through the door of his own apartment he found he could hardly care very much about that anymore. Her eyes flickered curiously over his tiny living room, little enough space for a threadbare couch and television leading on to his small kitchen. Tom swallowed nervously, anxious for a moment that the rather...meager surroundings might put her off. He just hadn't had time or money to spruce it up yet beyond tossing a little rug over the floor. Julie didn't seem to care in the slightest though, leading him over to the couch and sitting herself down with an eager sigh. Of course she didn't, Tom thought, as he moved to settle in beside her, women never cared about stuff like that. Just as he started to lower himself down though, Julie grabbed him firmly by the waist. "Nope." She smirked, as he stared at her in shock. "I've got somewhere comfortable a pretty boy like you belongs." Tom was pulled into her lap, and found himself sitting across her thighs, settled neatly there with her hands on his waist. The flush on her cheeks and the expectant gleam in her eyes as she stared back at him made his heart thump in his chest. The way she held him firmly there he doubted he'd be able to wriggle free no matter how hard he tried, not that he ever wanted to.

"Oh...this is comfortable." The young man breathed, staring at her handsome face. Her smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss him again, just as hungry and fierce. Tom pressed back into her, being more aggressive than he'd ever dared to dream. He couldn’t stop himself though, not with his dick harder than it had ever been in his life before. As they made out, her hands slid down his back and he gasped with delight into her lips when those big, strong fingers settled over his butt, groping him through his skirt. His hips moved, bucking forward like he was some needy slut as his stiff cock pressed against his panties.

They were both flushed and panting hard as they broke apart. Her hands were still settled over his butt, and he moaned softly when she gave both cheeks a firm squeeze, the hungry smile on her lips sending shivers down his spine. It was just so...sexy, the way she just touched him like this, so strong and forceful, giving him what he wanted before he even knew he wanted it. He'd never imagined he'd just melt in a woman's hands like this, the way those stupid romance books he'd read when he was a teenager described, but Julie..she was so amazing how could he not just give himself to her?

"Fuck, you’re so hot." Julie murmured hoarsely. "I love how much you're into this..." Tom gasped, shivering in her lap. He loved the way she looked at him, the simmering desire in her hazel eyes. And now her saying she found him sexy...found him wanting her back something she liked...he couldn't stop himself darting in to kiss her again, his lips eagerly pressing into her own. She let out a muffled gasp of shock, but hurriedly returned the kiss, leaving him melting against her as she pressed down into him with all her womanly strength. He just wanted her to hold him and kiss him like this forever, and as the minutes slipped by with the pair still hungrily making out on the threadbare couch, he was starting to hope he'd get that chance after all. Then Julie leaned back at last, her hazel eyes gleaming. When Tom tried to chase her lips with his own and continue kissing she reached up and gently grabbed his chin, holding his face in front of hers. The young man froze in place, unable to move as she pinned him there under her simmering gaze. "Damn..." The handsome police offer growled, sounding like a hungry tiger. "I was trying to take things slow, but you've made me so fucking wet."

"Ah... Tom moaned, shivering on her lap. She was wet...for him? When women got like that they could hardly control themselves anymore, or so he'd always heard, their pussies just took control of them until they were satisfied. He'd always hated the idea, but now the thought of Julie so stirred up and wanting him that badly was really quite thrilling. Tom shifted on her lap in what he hoped was a sexy way, his skirt riding higher up his bare thighs. "Well I'd better do something about that, hadn't I?" He smirked at her, feeling a wicked delight at his own boldness.

"Yes I really think you should, since it's your fault I got this way." Julie murmured hotly, her eyes flashing in a way that made his stiff dick ache with desire, his head spinning with longing fantasies of her using his body to satisfy her. "Fuck...to think there was a such a sexy minx hiding under that cute face." She purred, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek and hold him there, callused fingers brushing over his skin. "You've got to be every woman's dream, but you're mine tonight. Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"