"What have I gotten myself into now" I wondered as I drove down the interstate with butterflies in my stomach. I had talked a big talk for the last few months, and now he thinks I can live up to it. My mind was racing over all the scenarios of how this could play out. I played the last few months through my head, thinking of how wrong I was when I thought he would never be interested in me.
I was 21, with long blond hair that reached past my bra, almost to my hips. I had curves in all the right places, full hips and D sized breasts on my little size five body. I knew I was smoking hot, and I had this devil-angel mix of "good little girl hiding a very naughty woman". I was shy and demure, yet I knew what I wanted.
He was so much older than I. I never thought he'd be interested. I joked and teased thinking he'd never take me up on it. But our first kiss, oh our first kiss, was sizzling hot. The kind of first kiss that doesn't demand anything, yet promises everything. The whole world seemed to melt away as he pressed his lips to mine, and my bold little tongue pressed meekly forward. My inexperienced body melted into his, and for a moment, it was just us.
We kissed and petted for the next few weeks, going further than I'd ever gone before and we were still only playing above the belt! He asked if I was ready to take it further. I held my breath, not sure how to answer. I wanted him, but I wasn't ready. I said yes, not knowing where it would take us. Thrilled at the possibilities, yet scared at what I might let happen.
He had gotten a room at a really nice hotel, and he asked me to meet him there. I thought I was ready, I thought this was it. But now here I am, driving on the highway wondering what I should do. Knowing I have to admit the whole truth.
I get to the Ritz and as I step into the elevator I wonder if I can really go through with this. I had planned to wait until I was married, and had succeeded up to this point (which wasn't an easy task). He's experienced, I thought, he should make this good for me.
Feeling ready to puke, I knocked on the door. There he was, in his sweater and kakis. The smile in his eyes put me a little more at ease. He knew me so well, he read my face instantly. He took my hands and led me to the sofa. "You're so beautiful" he said as he ran his fingers around the curve of my cheek. He kissed me gently and asked what was wrong.
Sitting next to him, I realized how much I trusted him. There hadn't been any promise of love, or commitments written in stone, yet I trusted him. I was scared he would be mad. Mad he spent all this money for the room, mad I led him on, mad that I wasn't what I had led him to believe. I looked at him for a long minute, still ready to throw up. I took a deep breath and said "I've never done this before."
I watched him. I watched the thoughts fly through his head as he tried to decide whether I meant I had never met a man at a hotel, or if I meant I'd never been intimate. I smiled gently, and a tear fell down my cheek. He knew what I meant, and he smiled back. Not the leering cat got the mouse' smile of a man who wanted a virgin, but the smile of a man who cared about his friend, and wanted to reassure her he was okay with this. "That's okay" he whispered.
"You're not mad?" I asked. "I wanted to wait until I was married" I explained. "We can put it other places," I shyly said, hoping he'd be open to that, but unsure of his response.
He kissed me, so soft and sweet, so kind and calm I wanted to fall into him. He stood up, and led me to the bedroom of the suite. He sat on the bed, and said "take your clothes off." I was nervous. I had never been naked in front of a man. I trusted him. I looked into his eyes and I felt comfort. I stripped my blouse away, revealing a black lace bra with a tan underlay, the underwear of a sex goddess not a meek little virgin. I slowly dropped my skirt, revealing a matching garter belt, that had a slight skirt to it, and matching panties that tied at the sides.
I was trying hard not to be shy, but I couldn't look at him. He placed his finger under my chin and raised my head so my eyes would meet his. I saw his lust, his compassion, his kindness. He cupped my cheek and kissed me. He then stood up and motioned for me to sit on the bed. I watched as he stripped down to his briefs. I'd never seen a naked man in real life, let alone up close and personal in a hotel room. His dark broad chest had just a few strands of black hair. My nerves left me as I became more and more excited. He stepped toward me, pushing me back on the bed, and leaning over me. He traced a hand inside my bra and exposed my breast to his mouth. He sucked them so gently. "Oh God" someone moaned, then I realized it was me! His mouth on my nipple felt so good.
His hand caressed my stomach as it moved further south. I untied my underwear to give him free access to my private area. His fingers found my slit, and he slowly traced the lips, then the clit. He eased one large finger into my pussy, "you have a wet little pussy don't you baby. It's so tight" he said. He tried to slide another finger in, but I was too tight, and I stopped him.
He eased his finger out of me, and moved me to the edge of the bed. I realized what was coming and I sucked in a breath. I'd never felt someone's tongue on my pussy before. "Spread your pussy for me baby" he said, and I complied, anxious to know what it felt like. He softly tongued my pussy until I thought I was going to explode, my whole body stiffened and my legs started to twitch. I had used a vibrator before, but it never made me feel like this. Shivers ran down my spine and out my legs, like fireworks going off inside me, starting at my pussy then shooting out.
He stood up, and told me to come here. He lowered his briefs and exposed his big black cock to me. I was fascinated. I had never touched one, let alone seen one in person. I knew I wanted to suck it, I wanted to make him cum in my mouth. He was gentle about it. He didn't thrust into my mouth, he let me lick it, and suck it, and ease it as far into my mouth as I could.
Suddenly he stopped me, and scooted me back into the bed where he joined me. He got the lube I had bought, and put some on his cock. Then he started sucking my nipples again. I felt him trace my pussy lips with his fingers, and then he worked is way back to my ass. This is what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck my ass. He worked a finger into my ass. It hurt a little but when I relaxed on it, it made it feel good. I had read enough to have an idea of how to do this. Slowly he eased his cock into my ass. We were missionary position, I didn't even know you could get it in the ass that way, but it was so much more intimate than I imagined doggy style would be. "God you're so tight" he groaned. He started to talk dirty to me, but I didn't know how to respond. He started to move in me, and it felt amazing. I wanted him, I wanted him so bad. He thrust into me deeper and deeper. Fucking me so gently, like he was afraid I'd break. I stiffened, again this sensation came over, and I knew I was about to cum. He said "God you're making me cum you little bitch," and it turned me on more. We came together, arching our backs into each other, and breathing heavy. Slowly he eased out of me, and I whined. I wanted him to stay on top of me forever, so close.
We cuddled for a while and he said "Hu, I'd have never guessed. After all that talking you did!"
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