Her Wild First Time Ch. 02
I'm 18 years old, and I recently lost my virginity to a wonderful older (and married!) man. We met on the web, and he flew into town to meet me. He already told part of our story from his perspective. (Check out "Her Wild First Time.") I thought I'd tell some more about that day as it seemed to me.
I'd been nervous the whole week before he arrived -- but it was a wonderful kind of nervous! He and I had sworn that we wouldn't even masturbate before we met. That would have made me really horny on an ordinary week, but my libido was in overdrive just with the thought that I would be having sex soon, so going without frigging myself had made me horny enough to climb the walls!
I wanted to run to the hotel lobby the first thing in the morning, but I knew that was silly, so I waited so that I arrived just a little while before we were supposed to meet. I sat and scanned the lobby. I had sent him my picture, but he teased me by not showing me his, so I was looking for anyone who looked at me like he knew me. I couldn't help also sizing up the guys I looked at, though. A couple of the older men who walked through the lobby were drop-dead gorgeous. One could practically have passed for Harrison Ford! But I figured if my guy were that great looking he would have said so. Finally, a guy started walking toward me. But ugh, he was horrible! He had a huge pot belly, and he was sweating just from the exertion of walking. My guy had told me that he was slightly balding, but here he was with almost no hair and a bad comb over! What was I gonna do? He came up to me and said, leering, "Excuse me, missy. Waiting for someone?"
"Yeah," I said, thinking quickly, "my dad. He's the house detective." The guy got a frightened look on this face and waddled off quickly. Whew! It wasn't him!
A few minutes later another guy was walking in my general direction. No, he wasn't looking at me. I gave him a second look, though. "Too bad it's not him," I thought. He was good looking, had that distinguished, serious professional look -- but not too serious. I returned to scanning the room. "Hi, sweetie," I heard. It was him! I spontaneously jumped up and hugged him! Before I knew it, we were walking together, side-by-side, headed toward his room. Given my lack of experience, just being next to him, and feeling the warmth of his body, was exciting.
He was a complete gentleman. It was so charming! Guys say that they want a woman who's "a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom." Well, I guess I'm the kind of girl who likes a man who's a gentleman in public and a horny goat in the bedroom! So far, he was doing great with the first half, and based on our experience cybering, I had good expectations for the second half! In fact, my expectations were so high, I was having troubling even concentrating on what we were talking about. He must have sensed that something was up, because he gave me this speech about how we could just be friends. At first I was crestfallen. Didn't he want me now that he had met me?! Had I said or done something wrong? But he quickly explained that I just seemed a little diffident. I put my hand on his knee and I think I said something like, "If I'm nervous, it's just because I want you so much."
He described the first part of our lovemaking in his story, so I won't repeat it. I just wanted to tell you how I felt when he finally took his clothes off. It was so exciting! I mean, here he was, an actual man, and he was standing there naked right in front of me! And I could see that I didn't have to worry about him finding me attractive! It was also sexy that he was an older guy. Younger guys can have nice bodies too, but there was something excitingly different about the way he looked, compared to what I had seen of guys my age in bathing suits. For instance, I liked how hairy he was, like a big sexy bear! And his body was heavier. Not fatter, mind you. Just heavier, in a way that radiated strength and masculinity. Mmmmmm.
As you can tell from his story, I had loved being dominated by him at first, but I had a surprise for him next. So after we washed up a little from our first session, I took an extra pair of panty hose out of my purse, and told him to turn around. He smiled. "What do you have in mind?" he asked. I smiled back, wickedly. "You'll see," I said. So I pulled his wrists behind his back and tied them together. Then I pushed him forward on the bed (being careful to first reach around and fold up his hard cock against his stomach so it wouldn't get squished -- ouch!), and then used the panty house I had worn to the hotel to tie his ankles together. I got up on him and straddled him. Leaning down so that my breasts were against his back, I whispered in his ear, "Now, I'm the one in charge."
At first, I just enjoyed being able to do with his body whatever I wanted. I let my hands wander around the curves of his neck, his shoulders, his back. I gently rubbed his back a little, but only because I wanted too. It was so exhilarating to be able to touch him any way I wanted to! Then I squeezed his butt. He said he had a nice one, and he wasn't lying! It was tight, and round, and cute! I pinched it and he jumped a little. Suddenly, I had a strong urge to do a particular thing. At first, I was worried that he wouldn't like it. But then I realized that he had a safety word, just like I did. So, I went over to his pants, pulled out his belt, and started walking toward him, biting my lower lip as I looked at him. He lifted up his head and watched. "You don't have the guts," he sneered.
"Oh don't I?" And with that I lifted up my arm and then brought the belt down on his tight little ass. I was surprised by how loud the "smack" was. I couldn't believe I was doing it. And I was even more surprised by how exciting it was! I smacked his ass again, and then again, and then a fourth time. It was getting red. I thought I should stop. But I looked at his face. He was angry, maybe even close to tearing up, but he looked back at me and growled, "Is that all you've got, bitch?" Oh, I gave it to him then. I'm not sure how many times I whipped him. But I was impressed he could take it (and I suspect that he was proud of himself too!). I was trembling when I stopped. I went into the bathroom and found some of that lotion they always give you in hotels. I brought it back and applied it to his poor red ass. He moaned with pleasure as I gently rubbed it in. This part was arousing too: the feel of the cool lotion on my fingers as they swirled over his hot round ass, the sight of him lying there helpless with his hands tied behind his back, the purring of his moans as I salved him. Yesssss.
But now it was time for some more direct pleasure. I toweled off my hands and rolled him over. I chuckled and said, "Boing!" as his cock sprang up again. He smiled, and I detected a hint of pride in his expression as I admired his manhood. I leaned down to take a closer look. After all, I'd never seen one up close before. I was surprised by all the bumps, and folds, and veins, and hair on it. It seems silly now, but I guess I always just imagined penises as being these narrow, featureless cylinders. The reality was much more interesting! After examining him for a minute, my pussy was begging for attention. I straddled him and worked my way up until my pussy was right over his face. "Eat me!" I ordered, as I sat on his face. "That's it! Lick my pussy lips. Yeah. Now shove your tongue in my pussy hole. Push it in and out. Faster! Mmm. Good. Now my clit. Lick it. Okay, now flick your tongue side to side. Ooooooh, yeah. That's it." I realized that I was now playing with my titties, the way I used to when we cybered. As I got hotter, I started to talk dirty to him: "Suck my pussy, you bastard! I'm fucking your face! Shove your face into my crotch." I intentionally squirmed so my pussy lips rubbed my juices all over his face.
This felt great, but I missed having someone else rubbing against my tits, so I turned around so we were in 69 position. I liked the feel of my young nipples rubbing against his slightly hairy tummy. And I instinctively took his cock in my mouth. It had been wonderful earlier when he ordered me to suck him off, but I quickly discovered that it was also fun, in a different way, to be in charge, and just mouth his cock when *I* felt like it. He was hungrily eating me, like a good bottom should, while I would casually mouth his dick for a while, enjoying the feel of it against my tongue and lips, and inhale the sexy musky scent of his balls. But then I'd stop to relax and just enjoy the sensation of him performing cunnilingus on me. I smirked as I thought about how this intermittent sucking was driving him crazy.
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