I was just a girl fresh out of high school, my body still new and unspoiled, when I first met you. My size 5 ass and perky B-cup breasts turned heads, but it was your gaze that made me feel something different. You were a man of the world, 35 and recently out of a marriage, looking for something real. And when you saw me, you told me later, you fell in love. You wanted to be my first anything, and I was eager to explore.
We met at the bar where I worked the tables. The clinking of glasses and low hum of conversation filled the air as I weaved through the crowd, tray balanced expertly on my hand. You sat at the corner booth, your eyes following me as I moved. I could feel your gaze, like a physical touch, and it made my heart race. When I finally approached your table, you smiled, and I was a goner.
Our first date was simple—a dinner at a cozy Italian place downtown. You talked about your travels, your dreams, and I felt like I was seeing the world through your eyes. You were charming, witty, and I found myself laughing more than I had in years. By the end of the night, I knew I wanted more.
Our dates became a regular thing—dinners, rides in your car with the top down, long walks on the beach. You were patient, never pushing, always respectful. But I could see the desire in your eyes, and I wanted to give you what you craved. I wanted to give myself to you.
One evening, after a particularly intense make-out session in your car, you asked me if I was ready. Ready for what, I asked, though I already knew. "Ready for everything," you said, your voice low and husky. "Ready to explore, to experience, to feel."
I nodded, my heart pounding. I was ready.
You took me to a motel by the beach, a secluded little place with a view of the ocean. The room was simple, but it had everything we needed—a bed, a shower, and privacy. The moment the door closed behind us, you pulled me into your arms, your lips crashing down on mine. I moaned into your mouth, my body pressing against yours.
You undressed me slowly, your hands exploring every inch of my skin. I shivered under your touch, my nipples hardening as you cupped my breasts, your thumbs circling my sensitive nipples. "You're so beautiful," you murmured, your voice filled with awe. "I want to taste every inch of you."
You led me to the bed, laying me down gently. You started at my feet, kissing your way up my legs, your tongue tracing patterns on my inner thighs. I squirmed, my breath hitching as you finally reached my pussy. You looked up at me, your eyes dark with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good," you promised.
And you did. Your tongue was magic, licking and sucking, driving me wild. I cried out as you brought me to my first orgasm, my body trembling with pleasure. But you weren't done. You flipped me over, your hands gripping my hips as you buried your face in my ass. I gasped, the sensation foreign but incredible. "You taste so fucking good," you growled, your tongue delving into my tight hole.
I pushed back against you, my body begging for more. You chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through me. "Eager, aren't we?" you teased, but you didn't stop. You licked and sucked, your fingers finding my pussy, stroking me until I was a writhing mess beneath you.
When you finally entered me, I was more than ready. You stretched me, filled me, and I moaned your name, my nails digging into your back. You moved slowly at first, letting me adjust, but soon you were pounding into me, your cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside. "Fuck, you feel so good," you groaned, your voice strained. "I'm not going to last."
I wrapped my legs around you, pulling you deeper. "Come inside me," I begged, my voice breathless. "I want to feel you."
You groaned, your body tensing as you came, your cock pulsing inside me. I held you close, my body trembling with the aftermath of my own orgasm.
But that was just the beginning. Over the weekend, you introduced me to everything—blowing you until you came in my mouth, deep-throating you until tears streamed down my face, taking you in my ass until I was sore. You were gentle, patient, and always made sure I was enjoying myself. By the end of the weekend, I was a changed woman—a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.
As we packed up to leave, you pulled me into your arms, kissing me deeply. "You're amazing," you murmured against my lips. "I can't wait to see what else we can explore together."
I smiled, my heart full. "Me neither," I said. "Me neither."
And with that, we stepped out into the sunlight, ready to face the world together. I was no longer the innocent girl I once was. I was a woman, experienced and confident, and I had you to thank for that. And as we walked hand in hand towards our future, I knew one thing for sure—this was just the beginning of our journey together.