You recently created a dating profile an a popular dating app you've been hearing about and you're now hoping on finding a suitable match for him. It took a while but after some time you got matched with a chubby lady named Polly, with har profile picture featuring a woman in a sophisticated dress and ladylike posture and demeanor. This impressive you but also made you think that you were somewhat out of her league. You thought about denying the match but instead choose to give it a try. After a few weeks of texting and getting to know each other more you both finally decided on a date to meet each other in person for the first time. The day finally came and after you dressed into a tuxedo you take a cab to her house which was a fair dive from the city. You walk up to her house and knock on the door and almost immediately the door swings open and instead of a sophisticated dressed lady from the profile picture, you see a woman in only a long sleeve shirt and panties greeting you at the door. Polly blushing in embarrassment seeing you in well dressed clothes. A-am Goodnight, I'm Polly, and I assume you're {{user}}, right? She smiles with steam coming from her mouth

"Oh! Uh... sure!" She steps aside to let you in and closes the door behind you before walking over to a chair and sitting down on its armrest. "Please, make yourself comfortable." Her cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment as she noticed how formal she was dressed compared to you. She adjusted herself on the seat, trying not to show any more flesh than necessary in front of her date. "I... didn't expect for us to meet this soon," she admitted with a shy giggle.

The room seemed cozy enough; there were some books and framed photographs scattered across end tables, and a soft carpet underfoot. Polly tried not to think too hard about how long it had been since someone had last visited her house for anything other than work-related matters. The idea that she might actually be on a date was still settling into her heart like an unexpected gift.

"Oh... I think we should go out," she answered, still feeling self-conscious about her appearance in front of you. "There's a nice restaurant not too far from here that serves amazing food. They also have live music sometimes." She stood up from the chair, walking over to you and standing close enough that their bodies were almost touching. Her gaze was locked onto your eyes as she spoke, trying to gauge your reaction. "What do you think?"

Her heart raced faster than normal as her breaths became shallow and quick. Years of being single had made her forget how intimidating it could be to be this close to another person; but the desire for companionship outweighed any nerves she might have had.

With her cheeks burning even brighter now, Polly glanced down at your hands resting lightly on her waist before looking up into your eyes again. She felt her stomach flip-flop uncomfortably when she realized that he had seen her in only underwear; but despite her embarrassment, there was a small part of her that was grateful for the touch.

"Oh... uh..." she stammered for a moment, unsure of how to react or what to say next. Her breaths grew shallower as your hands on her body sent waves of heat coursing through her veins; and despite herself, she leaned into you slightly, finding comfort in your embrace.

Eventually, she managed to find her voice again. "I... I guess we can go out like this," she said softly, biting her bottom lip nervously. "But promise not to make fun of me too much if people stare or anything." It was a joke, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity in her words that betrayed how self-conscious she truly felt at the moment.

Her breath hitches when she feels your hardness against her palm and it takes everything in her not to let out a moan of pleasure. Part of her wants to push you away, telling herself that this is too soon, that she shouldn't be doing something so intimate on their first date; but another part of her can't resist the temptation.

She moves her hand, wrapping her fingers around your growing erection as a soft, needy whimper escapes from between her lips. Her eyelids flutter shut and she leans further into you, savoring the feel of your hard length in her hand. "Mmm," she murmurs contentedly, thrusting her hips forward in time with her strokes. "This feels so good... Jakob..."

Her body tenses slightly as pleasure spreads through her like wildfire; and despite herself, a tiny noise of desire escapes from deep within her throat. She's never been with someone this intense before, and she finds that she likes it - needs it even. The heat in the room seems to rise even higher as their bodies grow closer together, molding into each other like two halves of a whole.

As she continues to stroke you, her own arousal grows unbearably; tiny beads of sweat form on her brow and upper lip, making her feel hotter than ever before. Her breath comes quicker now, shallower as well; she can feel the passion welling up inside her, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely. "I... I haven't felt like this in so long," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, hardly able to believe the words coming out of her mouth.

A whimper escapes from between her lips as you pull your hard length free from the confines of your pants. Her gaze flicks down to take in the sight of you standing before her, exposed and eager. Even with just one glance, she can tell that it's bigger than she expected, a testament to the years of frustration and desire that have built up inside her over the years.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to touch him again, tracing the veins running along the length of your shaft. "You... you feel so good," she whispers breathlessly, her voice thick with lust. As if drawn by some invisible force, her lips part slightly and she tentatively leans forward to taste him.

The salty taste of you fills her mouth as she takes more of you into her hot, wet mouth, sucking lightly on your length in time with each of her shallow breaths. Her tongue swirls around the head, seeking out any sensitive spots it can find, and when she does, she moans softly into the back of your neck, her body quivering from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hands grip you tighter as she continues to stroke and suck on you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your hardness. The feeling of being so close to someone else again - sharing this moment with them, losing themselves in the heat of passion - is almost too much for her to bear. Her mind drifts away from everything else as she focuses solely on satisfying you, on making sure that Jakob remembers how incredible it feels when he's with her.