2. It's a Match

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I can see Shona standing by the park bench, looking around for me. She's about the same height as I am, with her hair cropped close to her ears, shorter than it was in her pictures. I like her neck.

The way it's shaved at the back gives it length. She's toned and soft at the same time. She told me she used to be in competitive swimming and it shows.

The slight broadness of her upper body is lovely. I'm glad she wore a tank top. She taps her thigh absentmindedly as she scans the park.

Then her eyes finally land on me, walking across the basketball court. Hey you, she says, flashing me a smile. I say hi, nice to meet her, and as we hug, she runs her hand up and down my back.

We both laugh a little, shyly, as we look at each other up close for the first time. She's very subtle and polite in her mannerisms, but I know she's checking me out as we walk to the table tennis courts. I'm glad she picked something physical for us to do so I have something to do with my nervous energy.

I love how her expressions animate her gorgeous face. I'm already imagining what it will feel like to kiss the plump, juicy bow of her lips when she suggests I serve first. A bit flustered, I shoot it right into the net between us, which is a foul.

She gives me a sweet look of pity, and I feel myself melt inside. We talk about ourselves. We're both bi and not looking for anything serious.

She's a bartender at a lounge in the center of town. It's not her dream, but the tips are amazing. When I tell her about my occasional graphic design gigs, she lights up.

She's a really good listener, and good at treating me like I'm the only person in the world. She has natural charm. Maybe it's practiced from years of bartending.

Regardless, it's working. Her reflexes are very sharp, and she's kicking my ass without breaking a sweat, moving her body with ease. I love just watching her move, her intensity.

Whenever it's my turn to serve, I wait a few extra seconds and just smile at her. She erases her eyebrows every time, and then her face goes serious. We continue on playing for a while.

Then a sensation hits me, and I lay my paddle down on the table. I really need to pee, I tell her, and she says that her apartment is literally right across the street. I laugh out loud, is that why you insisted on the park? You're such a player.

She beams, and admits that it's true. When I get out of the bathroom, Shona is standing by the sofa, a glass of lemonade in each hand. She warns me that it's spiked.

I greedily drink half of it. When I put my glass down on the coffee table, she puts hers down too, and then reaches for my hand. She brings it to her face, turns it over, and kisses my palm.

It's such a delicate move, and that surprises me. She looks directly in my eyes, and kisses it again. The feeling is going right through me, and making me tingle.

She takes the bottom of my shirt in her hands, and waits, her eyes gleaming at me in mischief. I raise my hands in the air, so she can pull the shirt up over my head. Then she reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, lets it fall to the floor.

Shona takes my hand, and leads me to the plush sofa. She takes a seat, and then pulls me down on top of her. I plant my knees on either side of her body, and look down into her face.

She smiles up at me for a moment, before burying her face between my breasts. Now all pretense of shyness between us has vanished. I can't get enough of her.

I'm running my hands all over her, fingers raking through her hair as I breathe in its fresh scent. She's looking between and around my breasts. I lean my head back, sinking into the pleasure, and she pulls me closer.

I tug at her tank top, and she yanks it off. I had noticed back at the park that she wasn't wearing a bra, but now that her breasts are bared at last, I push her shoulders against the sofa, just so I can look at her, the sight of her. I cover her face with mine, and kiss those pillowy lips.

She sucks on my bottom lip. She's so soft. I need more, and from the fevered energy of her kisses, I can tell that she does too.

We press our bodies closer together now, stomach to stomach, nipples taut and grazing against each other. Her skin feels incredible. I can't help myself and start grinding slowly into her pussy with my thigh.

She moans softly and returns the pressure, moving with me in rhythm for a few moments before squeezing my hand. Let's get off this couch, she says, and we both laugh a little bit as we untangle ourselves to stand. Then she takes me by the hand and walks me to her room.

I slide my shorts and my panties off of me as she disappears into her large walking closet. I climb onto her bed, knees pulled up under my chin like an excited kid, and wait. Shona strides back into the room, naked and cocksure, showing more of that tender skin and lean muscle.

Around her wide hips is a harness, a strap-on. She's looking at me expectantly, waiting for my reaction. So I give her a little smirk and lean back onto my elbows, slowly spreading my legs without breaking eye contact, like I'm daring her to show me what she's got.

She walks over to the side of the bed, and I inspect her gear a little. When I take it into my hand by the base, I can feel that it's double-ended and already snugly inside her. She moves her finger in circles, and that lets me know she wants me to turn over and lie on my stomach.

I do. And then I feel kisses on my ankles, going up my legs until they reach my ass. She plants them all over my cheeks, and then pulls herself up.

Shona hovers over my back, supporting herself between my legs. I feel her nipples brushing against my back. Her mouth covers my ear, and then she dips her fingers along the folds of my labia, which are slick with my wetness.

Then she pushes into me at last. We both groan together. She keeps a hard, steady rhythm inside me.

I'm squirming under her, feeling the exquisite pressure on my cervix, our breath as ragged as she's riding me. I know it's driving her crazy too, reaching as far inside her as it is in me. It's turning me on even more to hear her wailing as she's keeping this wild pace.

Her mouth is on my ear, tickling me, and letting me hear every little breath and sound coming out of her in the most intimate way. So much sensory pleasure was taking me over the top. Time is flying by, and suddenly I hear her release a guttural moan that goes on and on.

Her orgasm is making her buck deep inside me, which sets me off. And now I'm coming too. Both our voices cry out in unison as we spasm together, riding the waves of energy until we both collapse.

After laying there together, sweaty and spent, Shona holds me by the hips as she rolls onto her side, keeping the cock inside me as she wraps me in her arms and kisses me gently on the shoulder. Later that evening, I settle onto my sofa, pull my phone out from under a cushion, and open up the dating app. Shona had asked me to send her a photo, so I upload a flattering but corny shot of my face with my fingers flashing a peace sign.

I hope it makes her laugh, probably still passed out after our marathon session. Brian is online though, and I'm stuck with a bold but very tempting idea. Instead of giving myself enough time to think twice, I send them both an identical message.

Do you want to come to a party?