My neighbor had invited me for dinner, his name was Andrew, and he was new to the city. The first day he moved in I took him over a homemade apple pie welcoming him to the area. We started spending lunch together on a regular basis, and he enjoyed having me show him around. He asked me why I was single, and I smiled at him.
“Nobody can give me what I want, I'm picky.”
He smiled back at me during our lunch meeting asking me, "what is it you want if you don't mind me asking?"
I started to get nervous when he was asking questions, and I was crushing on him a little bit. He kept watching my body and I think him being so observant is what drove me crazy. I have never been asked these questions before. I challenged him back instead replying with, "why are you single?"
He played with his beard for a moment before giving me a reply with a gesture on my leg.
"I'm looking for something different, and it requires a lot of trust. I don't like boring, or a routine, and most women want comfort over adventure."
Now he had me curious, and I wanted to know what he meant. I started to ask him questions and he told me not yet. I was a little offended that he would get me curious, and not tell me what he meant. It left me on the edge of my seat, and after we finished lunch, he escorted me home. We weren't dating, but he was always a gentleman. I never saw him having guests over and he was very private. He called me that evening saying let's do dinner if I didn't have plans. He said that he'd like to return the kindness that I have given him by cooking me dinner. I decided that I'd wear something suitable for the occasion. I put on my red skirt, and black halter top, with my black pumps, he had never seen me dressed up, but it seemed appropriate. He told me that he'd meet me at my door at eight o'clock. He was right on time. I usually had my hair in a ponytail, and tonight I curled it and left it down hanging past my shoulders. When I opened the door, he was holding a red rose and I wasn't expecting it, and I smiled blushing away, he lifted my head up.
"Don't look away you're too beautiful." He said.
We walked over to his place, and before going inside he told me.
"I've really enjoyed being friends with you. He pulled out a red scarf and said that he wanted to surprise me tonight. I let him put it over my eyes as he guided me inside. Dinner smelled delicious, and his hands were on my hips he whispered.
"Is your curiosity driving you crazy yet?"
I could feel his breath hit my ear with every whisper, feeling a chill going down my spine. He pulled me in with a hard jerk, taking the scarf off me, and all I could see was his eyes staring into me. A long pause and our lips had touched, and he told me he was hungry. He gripped my thighs, whisking me to the bedroom, and I told him this isn't where dinner was. He smiled at me,
"I always like my dessert first.” He said keeping my thighs around him. “I always wanted you. I need a good girl." He added.
He sat me on the bed kneeling at the foot of it. His lips and teeth ran up into my skirt, nibbling on my inner thighs all the way up. I loved how he got to my panties and took them off slowly with his teeth. My heels were up on the edge of the bed, and he told me good girls do as they are told. He untied my top, he wanted my breasts exposed running his hand up and around them, his face and lips sliding down me. He kissed right between my thighs. Running his tongue in and out of me. Then, I felt it. He pulled my legs in tight, spreading me open. But when his tongue slipped from my pussy to ass, I started to bite my bottom lip. I was trying not to move. My hands are gripping the sheets. Fuck! It only made him hold me tighter. He slid his fingers into me, and I was going everywhere. He stood up taking his other hand on my chest holding me in place, then that third finger, fourth finger and his first was inside me stretching me and he was getting hard doing it. I couldn't bite my lip any longer. He took his hand over my mouth.
"Scream baby girl, let it out, show daddy." He said.
His fist was all the way in, my body pulsated from new sensations, and I didn't just orgasm, but it was the first time I had ever squirted. When he pulled his fist out of me.
"Good girls lick what they squirt, taste yourself."
Leaning in on top of me my legs around him.
"Now we can eat dinner, and you can stay curious."
He was teasing me, and I loved it. That's what I wanted; a man that would make me curious.