Recollections of Losing our Virginities Part 2
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I just downloaded the app to see what it had to offer. Within a few minutes, I got paired with a dusky hot lady who stays just 2 kilometers away from where I stay. I shan’t bore people with details of what we spoke. What I remember is that I was massively drunk, and somehow convinvced her to meet me. It was late in the night when I returned at 4 in the morning from a party where I had been drinking since 7 in the evening the previous day. She had been chatting with me throughout the night and was somehow awake. We decided to meet up immediately, at 5:30a.m.
We began walking towards each other’s houses and we met midway. The moment we met, we hugged each other and planted kisses on each other’s lips. I was too drunk to have been bothered about who was watching me at that point. I could not take her back to my place, and neither could she. We decided to walk to a lake which was a kilometer from my place. We held hands as we walked, talking about different things. I held her by her waist, which was slim because of her regular visits to the gym. I remember the bulging biceps and thinking that she would have a healthy grip. The offset of being a regular at the gym is that the boobs were small, but I wasn’t complaining.
After we reached the lake, we sat on the banks while old men were about their morning walk routines. We sat facing the lake, she to my right, and I put my hand around her shoulder and the both of us exchanged some sensuous kisses. I slowly slid my right hand into her tshirt and cupped her boob through the bra and gently pressed it. I could hear the soft moan that escaped her as we kissed. I squeezed the boob a couple more times and our faces slowly moved away from each other. I could see the lust in her eyes and she felt the throbbing erection in my shorts. I mover her closer to me and made her slide her hand into my shorts to get better access to my erect member. She tried to jerk it as much as she could in the space she had, but quickly withdrew as a couple of old men passed by from behind us. I kept my hand firmly clasped on her boob while she did that. She implored that some old man might see us and that we should stop. I said that the old guys might learn a few things after looking at us. She smiled and moved a little closer and put her head on my shoulder.
I slowly slid my hand into her bra and felt the soft skin on her boob. I found the nipple and gently held it with my index finger and thumb. She shivered a little as she felt my fingers on her nipple. I twisted it slowly in my fingers and rubbed it gently. I could feel the goosebumps on her as her breathing intensified and she started breathing heavily. I held the nipple and pinched it tightly. The fingers on both her hands rolled in and formed fists. As I hardened the pinch on the nipple, her body became taut and she began to twist slowly. There was no attempt to break away from the hold. She was experiencing both pain and pleasure, and wanted to explode and scream, but she could not. She dug her nails on her left hand into my thigh and raised her head to look into my eyes with ever growing lust. I was wearing synthetic shorts, but it still stung. As I looked back into her eyes, I pinched her with a lot of force. She closed her eyes and lowered her head and slowly began to let go of my thigh, and in a voice that was almost a whisper, asked me to stop. I pinched the nipple with all my force for a millisecond, let go of her nipple and slid my hand out of her shirt. She whimpered as she felt the force of my grip started breathing slowly and heavily as I withdrew my hand.
For several seconds, she kept looking down, as I turned towards her. She then turned towards me and we smooched for what seemed like eternity. Her saliva was sweet and her tongue was smooth. I asked her to spit in my mouth, which she did. I felt the warm spit of her’s land on my tongue, which I duly swallowed.
We had to end it there, because neither of us could go to our homes with the other. We walked back, holding hands, me wanting more of her, and she wanting more of me. But alas, that was all we could have of each other. I remember us parting ways, thinking about what it would have been, had either of us had not been married.
Yvette
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