I remember the first time you offered me a ride home, Fernando. I was just an entry-level employee, wide-eyed and eager, and you were the executive who made my heart flutter every time you walked past my desk. I was in my low twenties, and you were exactly twice my age, but that didn't stop the spark between us. It took months for me to accept your offer, but when I finally did, it was the start of something incredible.
Our first date was at the beach. The sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, and the waves crashed gently against the shore. We walked hand in hand, and I remember how your touch sent electric shocks up my arm. When you leaned in to kiss me, I felt like I was floating. It was our first kiss, and it was everything I had dreamed of and more.
Dinners out followed, and soon, we found ourselves making out in the parking lot like teenagers. Your hands would roam my body, and I would melt into you, desperate for more. One night, the passion between us became too much to bear, and we sought shelter in a private motel. The kind with a closed garage for each room, ensuring our privacy.
That night, you drove slowly into the garage, your hand caressing my pussy through my skimpy thong. As a gentleman, you got out to open my door, and I saw your hardon greeting me. I immediately dropped to my knees, taking your cock into my mouth and giving you one of my trademark blowjobs. You groaned, your hands tangling in my hair as I worked my magic.
You led me out of the car, and we embraced, our mouths crashing together in a hungry kiss. I could feel your cock pressing against my belly, and I knew I wanted more. You started to take off my skirt right there in the garage, and I didn't stop you. I wanted you to touch me, to feel me, to make me yours.
You turned me around, pushing me against the side of the car. I could feel your cock pressing against my ass, and I moaned, grinding back against you. You lowered yourself, grinding your cock between my ass cheeks while kissing the side of my neck. I could feel your cock pointing towards my asshole, and I tensed up, nervous about what was to come.
"You're so fucking sexy, Elena," you whispered in my ear, your breath hot against my skin. "I want to fuck your tight little asshole. Can I?"
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I trusted you, and I knew you would make it good for me. You lifted my one foot off the ground, using your cock to support me. I tried to grab the roof of the car, but I kept sliding down your cock, my ass being penetrated for the first time.
"Oh fuck, Fernando," I moaned, my ass stretching around your cock. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. I could feel every inch of you as you slid deeper inside me, filling me up completely.
"You're so tight, Elena," you groaned, your hands gripping my hips. "Your ass feels so fucking good around my cock."
I could feel my asshole relaxing around you, and I started to move, grinding back against you. You matched my rhythm, your cock sliding in and out of my ass with ease. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew it was going to be explosive.
"Fuck me harder, Fernando," I begged, my voice breathless. "I'm so close."
You obliged, your hips slamming against my ass as you fucked me harder and faster. I could feel your cock hitting that sweet spot inside me, and I screamed, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
"Oh fuck, Elena," you groaned, your cock twitching inside me as you came. I could feel your hot cum filling me up, and I moaned, my ass clenching around you.
We collapsed against the car, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I turned to face you, a wicked smile on my lips.
"That was amazing," I said, my voice husky. "But I think I'm ready for more."
You grinned, your cock already hardening again. "Oh, Elena," you said, your voice low and promising. "I'm going to make you a goddess in bed."
And you did. Over the years, you taught me everything there was to know about pleasure. You showed me the joys of oral sex, the thrill of anal, and the ecstasy of being filled completely. You were patient and understanding, always making sure I was comfortable and happy.
And I was. I was happier than I had ever been, and it was all because of you. You were my first love, my first everything, and I would never forget the nights we spent together, exploring each other's bodies and discovering new pleasures.
But as with all good things, our time together had to come to an end. You were promoted to a new position in another city, and I was left behind, my heart aching with the loss. But I knew that I would always have the memories of our time together, and that was enough to keep me going.
Years later, I found myself standing in front of a familiar motel, the one where we had our first experience. I was there to meet an old friend, someone who had been there for me through thick and thin. As I stood there, I couldn't help but think about you, Fernando, and the nights we spent together.
I remembered the way you made me feel, the way you touched me, the way you loved me. And I realized that I was ready to move on, to find someone new who could make me feel the same way you did.
But as I turned to leave, I saw a familiar figure standing in the doorway of the motel. It was you, Fernando, looking older but just as handsome as ever. You smiled at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Elena," you said, your voice soft and gentle. "I was hoping I would see you here."
I smiled back and the rest is history.