Neither John nor Karen had believed in Internet dating. They had both signed up out of curiosity and only a little optimism. They had each had a couple of dates which convinced them they were right before they had found each other. After passing a few messages back and forth they arranged a date, which had gone well, and led to a second. They had kissed at the end of the second date. Nothing too racy, but more than just a quick peck on the cheek. For their third date they had arranged a Saturday together, with a picnic in the park before going to a mini music festival which was on near Karen's apartment building.

The three day run of good weather broke early on Saturday morning and it started to rain. And showed no sign of stopping. Staring at it from his kitchen window as he cleared away the breakfast crockery John sighed. He texted Karen, 'Looks like picnic in the park is off. Would you like to do something else?'

The response, almost immediate, was, 'Come into town. We can have a beer and decide what to do then. I'm not letting shitty weather spoil my Saturday. See you at noon.'

Cheered up by the invitation, John calculated he had enough time for a shower and a shave before umming and aahing over just what he should wear.

By the time John got to the pub, the same one their previous dates had started at, the effort he'd put into choosing his outfit had been negated by the shower that caught him on the way from the bus stop. Karen, already at the bar, looked at him and tried not to smile. "It's raining again?"

"It started bucketing down about a minute ago. I think I saw Noah down a side street."

Karen bought John a pint and they walked to the back of the pub. They sat side by side on a big leather sofa with a view of the whole pub and plotted their next move. Karen had a long raincoat, draped over the arm of the sofa, but beneath it had worn the same summer dress she would have if they had gone on their picnic. It stopped just below her knees and, when she crossed her legs and let one idly swing as she thought, John had shapely calves to appreciate. "Everything I had planned for today was outside." he admitted, "Do you have any ideas what we could do?"

"Well I had an idea for later on which was indoors. We could bring it forward."

"Okay. What was your plan?"

"I thought we could go back to my place, it's just across the road, and have sex." Karen delivered the suggestion with a smile then quickly took a drink of her wine.

"That sounds better than anything I was going to come up with. By a long way."

"I hoped you'd like it. Let's finish our drinks then head over when the rain eases."

Karen's apartment was on the third floor. They took the lift, which felt far warmer at the end of the short trip. Karen led John a short way along the corridor and into her apartment.

They stood just inside the door, momentarily uncertain. Their bags dropped to the floor and they took a step closer. Karen stood on tiptoe and John leaned toward her and they kissed.

It started as a gentle, exploratory locking of lips and became wilder as their tongues played. John moved Karen back until she was against the wall then rested his hands on her hips. She reached up to hold his shoulders.

John's hands slid down Karen's dress until they traced over the skin of her thighs. He gently ran his fingers over the soft skin then started to move them back up, catching the hem of her dress on the way. They broke off the kiss and both looked down as he raised her dress to reveal her knickers. She looked at him and he raised a grin. Then he dropped to his knees.

John let Karen's dress fall over his head as he knelt before her. She giggled at the sight of it ballooning out in front of her, but the sound turned into a squeak as he started kissing her thighs. John's lips teased up her left leg from her knee to the edge of her knickers. She could feel his breath against the material and knew he could smell her excitement. He kissed her through the cotton then reached up with both hands to pull the knickers down.

Karen had black pubic hair trimmed back from lips which were darkening and filling out as John watched them. The lips pulled apart as he teased them, glistening. He savoured the smell, and felt the heat, of Karen's excitement. His tongue licked along the ridged lips from bottom to top and back again.

Karen shivered with the sensations spreading out from John's tongue. It had been too long. A little voice nagged at her, trying to spoil the moment. It reminded her that other men had gone down on her, but only long enough to show willing and never long enough to get the job done. She pushed the voice away as John's tongue delved into her and made her whimper.

Karen tried to spread her legs, to give John more access, but her knickers were around her ankles and wouldn't let her. John sensed the problem and blindly reached out to unhook her right foot from them. He lifted her right leg and hooked his shoulder under it, then did the same with her left. Karen let herself be supported by John and the wall, the precariousness of it just adding to the thrill.

John pressed the flat of his tongue against Karen's lips, then drew it up and moved it side to side. Karen was grasping her dress tight where it wrapped around John's head and she pulled him onto her even tighter. Her gasps and squeaks of pleasure became more drawn out until finally the feelings were so intense she couldn't find a sound which summed them up. John knew he'd found the sweet spot and he ground his tongue around it, flicking the tip against Karen's lips for added pleasure.

Karen's muscles were contracting and relaxing as climax drew closer. Her pumps hung off her toes, dancing with every little shiver of pleasure until, as she came, she kicked them off with a jolt.

Orgasm washed over Karen, violent shivers of joy followed by warm washes of ecstasy. The lights flashing behind her eyes flared and faded as the tension flowed out of her. She felt soft and limp and intensely happy. John ran his tongue along the edge of her puffed up and sensitive lips and warmth flowed through her again.

John gently helped Karen slide down the wall until she sat against it with her dress up to her waist and legs spread. He sat cross legged before her, stroking her feet and lower legs, sending tingles through her every time. They smiled at each other and she beckoned him closer. Karen lazily wrapped an arm around John's neck and drew him closer to kiss him. He tasted of her own juices, a little sweet, and she realised she liked her flavour. She licked around his mouth then gasped through another, smaller, orgasm just thinking about the naughtiness of it.

Their kisses grew hotter again. Karen drew back to ask, "Would you like to see my bedroom?"

John helped her to her feet. Her dress fell again and she almost looked decent. She kicked her knickers off her foot and led John to the bedroom.

The room was dominated by a king sized bed, the covers flung aside when Karen had got up in the morning. One wall was dominated by windows and a door out onto a balcony, another by floor to ceiling mirrored doors to the built in cupboards. There was a chair in the corner opposite the door, a bedside cabinet cluttered with a radio, light and several books and some clothes scattered around the floor. "Sorry for the mess. I couldn't decide what to wear this morning." She started to pick up the clothes, then thought better of it. "Take your clothes off." she told John.

As John sat on the bed to take off his shoes the little voice came back to nag Karen again. No guy had ever gone down on her so enthusiastically, obviously he was compensating for something. She didn't want to listen to the voice, but she prepared to be disappointed.

John pulled his T-shirt off and dropped it on top of his shoes and socks. He wasn't buff, there was the hint of love handles, and he had dark and unruly hair across his chest. His chinos followed the T-shirt. Karen found she was biting her lip, a little nervous flutter in her stomach. The bulge in the front of John's boxer shorts was promising. He spotted her expression, smiled, and stood and walked over to her.

John took Karen's hands and laid them on his boxer shorts. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and drew them around to the front. She pulled the waistband out with her left hand and reached in with her right, grinning at what she found. The little voice was wrong again. She hooked her fingers around his large, stiff hard on and moved them up and down the soft skin.

Unwilling to let go of her prize, Karen started pushing the boxer shorts down with her left hand. He helped her, then stepped out of them when they hit the floor. Karen cupped his balls, squeezing them gently and lifting them. She wanted to repay the pleasure he'd just given her. She also wanted him in her right now. She didn't want to let go of his lovely large cock. She was lost for what to do.

John reached around to unfasten Karen's dress, then pushed it off her shoulders until it fell and revealed her bra. Reluctantly, she released his manhood and let the dress drop to the floor. She turned so he could unclasp her bra. Now they were both naked they looked at each other in the mirror. "Fuck me." Karen told John's reflection.

Karen climbed onto the bed and threw the covers off it. She lay down with her head resting on the pillows. Spreading her legs she reached down to split her slippy, sensitive labia with her fingers. "There are condoms in the top drawer." she pointed at the bedside cabinet with her free hand. She watched as he ripped the foil wrapper and rolled the sheath down his hard on. "I thought they were going to go past their use by date." she announced dreamily as he clambered over to her.

They stared down between their bodies as John poised over Karen. The fingers of her right hand were slicked with her own lubricating juices where she had been playing with herself. She slid them up and down John's hard on then grasped it and pulled it down toward her pussy.

Karen felt so open, so ready to accept this hard warm cock. It slid in easily and slowly filled her up. She came again before John was even halfway into her, shivering up and down her body and pulling him down to kiss him hard.

John pulled out and thrust back in, deeper this time. Karen felt her next climax building. She lifted her legs around John's waist and clasped them behind his back just as delicious tingles ran through her again.

John watched the beautiful face below him, loving the expression of pure joy. She seemed to be coming non-stop, lost in pure pleasure. He could feel his own orgasm approaching. His balls had pulled up into his body and his shaft was throbbing. He lowered his head to kiss Karen. After a moment she realised what he was doing and kissed back, her hands clasping at his head to pull him closer. John gave one last, deep thrust as he came and held himself deep in Karen as he felt the semen pump out of him.