We were both still so virginal at this point, the farthest we’d gone was she’d given me a hand job at the movies, and I’d fingered her in the pa...k. Which are different stories for another time. I was nervous but the prospect of what might come was too much, my dick was ready to burst out of my pants it was so hard. I undid my zipper with her help, and she anxiously brought it out into the open, it was rock hard and a little drip of precum was at the tip starting to run down the length. With her. Never during dinner did the conversation ever seem to grow dull or forced, it just flowed easily like two long lost friends. Her personality showed her strengths, her determination and desire for life. The light touches became tender caresses. I could stare for days into her eyes and hear her sweet voice sing me to sleep each night. Nothing about this woman said typical, everything screamed amazing. After dinner, and back into her car it was off to the Strip and to play my tour guide. She told. When do you want to see it?”“How about this weekend? You could pick me up Saturday at noon from my office as I need to work a half day there and then we could go to your home.”With a serious look on his face and tone to his voice he said, “You do know what it means if you are going to see my house this weekend don’t you?”He could now see maybe a little fear in her eyes about commitment and she didn’t know where he was going with this but she hesitantly said, “No... , I... , I don’t know what it. She said nothing. She did nothing. And neither did the crowd of guys around her...at first. I could tell that the guys didn't know what to make of this woman - should they touch her? Should they present their cocks to her? Walk away? She gave no indication that it was acceptable to do anything, so the crowd waited and watched...until one of the bravest - overcome by the urges of his cock - moved in, dropped to his knees, pushed up her dress - revealing her bare, trimmed pussy - and buried his.