Mixed Nuts – Porn Story

I arrived at the bar five minutes in advance and quickly scanned the room. A friend of mine suggested that I try a new dating app, which seemed like a good idea at the time. I could see my date sitting in the bar and he was as attractive as his profile picture. His hair is very clean, perfectly tailored, tailored pinstripe suit. I watched him for a moment as he checked his watch and ordered a drink. I started panic as he chats – but I remind myself that everyone flirts and that there may be nothing to worry about. His drink arrived and he pulled a pen out of his pocket. He held the woman’s arm and wrote something on her hand, presumably his phone number. The woman smiled and asked him to peck his cheek quickly. As I approached, I heard him say:

“I’m waiting for someone, but maybe you and I can meet in the future? Also, I’m not looking for anything serious.”

The alarm bell began to make a sound in my mind. He started to turn around and my intuition started, but I didn’t have enough time to get it out of here before he saw me. I sat opposite the man at a stall. He gave me a strange expression and raised his eyebrows.

“Pretend you know me-please,” I whispered.

As the date approached, I tried to cover my face with one hand.

“Hey, you’re camellia, aren’t you?”

“Please say it again?”

He insisted, “You are – I recognize you from your profile picture.”

“Sorry, but you must have confused me with the rest of the world,” I lied.

“No. I will never forget my face.”

“Hey jackass! Her name is Shirley, she is with me. How do you go and ask others to annoy you!” said the person sitting in front of me.

“What guy. I don’t make fat chicks anyway,” he growled.

“Glamorous guy!” the man laughed.

“Thank you. I guess I just got lucky enough to escape,” I smiled.

“By the way, you’re not fat.”

“I’m very bent. But I appreciate your kindness. What is your name anyway?”

“Why do you need to know?” the man smiled.

“You just covered my ass, so I think I should know what to call you.”

“Lucas.”

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“No. I just finished my job and it felt like I had a few beers.”

“What’s your job?”

“I’m the builder. Are you yourself?”

“An unemployed writer.”

He smiled at me, which made me very nervous.

“I think I should probably go home because my date is a full-blown depression. It’s great to know you Lucas.”

“There is no need to leave Camellia. I can always be your date- that won’t be a total waste of time.”

“Do you know what? That’s a lovely offer,” I blushed.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“certainly.”

I gave him once as he walked towards the bar. He’s scruffy and wearing torn jeans and a flannel shirt, but he’s absolutely handsome. Lucas returns with Sandy and a bowl of mixed nuts and we start a special chat. We don’t have much in common, but for some reason we seem to click. Lucas and I took a few nuts at the same time. Our fingers touched between peanuts, cashews and pistachios. His feelings about my skin are exciting, something I’ve never experienced before. I pulled my hand away and honestly I didn’t know what to say. I avoid eye contact and look down at the bubbles formed on the surface of the glass.

“Do you feel it too?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

He put his hand on mine and this happened again.

“What should we do?” I whispered.

“What do you want,” he said.

His words left me speechless, but open to many possibilities.

“Your place or mine?” he blinked.

“your.”

He called a taxi and arrived within minutes. Lucas opened the back door for me and I slid carefully, trying not to tear my clothes apart. We exchanged pleasure with the driver and were completely silent. All I can think of is his touch and the strong reaction it made deep inside me. The taxi arrived at Lucas’ apartment and he quickly paid the fare. He held my hand and led me in, and I didn’t even want to appreciate the decoration.

“I want you to take me.” I gasped in despair.

He pressed me against the wall with the weight of his body. He managed to find the perfect balance between strength and tenderness. He nailed my hand to my head, intending to kiss me.

“Is this too much?” he asked as he released my hand.

“Not at all,” I smiled.

Our hands explore each other’s bodies and I tore off his clothes at once. He helped me wear a tight dress and giggled evilly as he admired my lace lingerie. Lucas guided me to the bedroom, stood behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. We lingered in front of his full-length mirror and I watched him kiss my neck. I exposed the sapphire colored bra and let it fall to the floor. Lucas paused for a moment as he watched our reflection. It seemed like he was fascinated by my naked breasts.

He said, “I hope you can really look at yourself and see how beautiful you are.” “That’s great,” I sighed.

“Yes. You’re a vision.”

“Oh, you’re lying on the charm,” I giggled. “But this works because I’m so wet with you.” He brushed one hand over the front of my panties.

“You’re absolutely soaked,” he said.

“Well, keep touching me,” I begged.

He rubbed my clitoris with silky fabric and gently moved up and down with his male fingers. I pushed my butt into him as it became increasingly difficult to stand. He grabbed my hips with his other hand to support me and changed the rhythm of his fingers. He worked harder and stroked me faster and I could feel all my control slipping.

“Oh my god, I think I’m coming,” I complained.

“Already?” he smiled.

“Uh-huh.”

He continued to hold on to me as I succumbed to my honor.

“Oh, fuck. Hmm.”

I glanced at the mirror and Lucas smiled at me.

“You look so proud of yourself,” I couldn’t breathe.

“Well, you’re very happy. I think I’ve got the right to be complacent.”

“Maybe it’s just a little bit.” I smiled.

“That looks intense. Do you want to take a break?”

“No,” I sneered. “It’s not that easy for you.”

“are you sure?”

“Yes. I need you more than I need anyone.”

I took off my wet lingerie and leaned seductively on his soft and comfortable bed. He just stood there staring at my naked body, with a little admiration and a bit of primitive expression in his eyes. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“Of course I am,” he said. “I just can’t overcome your sensibility. I probably wouldn’t have seen you if it weren’t for the loser you should have seen.”

I smiled and said, “I never thought I would say that, but – thank goodness.”

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