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I've always a bit of fetish for older women. Perhaps fetish is the incorrest word, perhaps just a preference. I never felt very comfortable around girls around my own age and enjoyed flirting with the older women with whom I encountered.
I lost my virginity at the age of s*******n to a waitress I worked with at a little restaurant. Her name was Christine. She was slim, dark Italian woman who had to be in her mid thirties at the time. I worked in the back kitchen doing dishes and various other prep duties. It was a lot of hustle but I liked it. Since the stock room was also in the back room all the staff had to pass by to get it. Christine never failed to take the opportunity to give my ass a good pinch. The first time rather startled me and I got an instant erestion. No woman had touched me like before in my life. It was more playful than aggressive. Sometimes it was a pinch and others it was an affectionate pat. Whichever I could feel my cock get hard. Fortunately the apron I wore hid any such bulges. When the opportunity arose I slipped into the rest room and jerked off. I was developing a little crush on her I guess. The mind of a horny s*******n year old is not long on logic and only longed for that moment of engagement that fueled many a wet dream.
I had been working there for about six months when the fateful night came. We were both working the last shift of the day and was nearly eleven by the time we had completed all of the cleaning duties. Christine asked me if I'd like a lift home. I usually call home for a ride but gladly accepted the offer. It was going to be a small thrill to be alone with her for a little while at least.
The conversation started casual but it quickly became personal and I blushed as red as a tomato when she asked if I was a virgin. There really no way of hiding this fact. She told me that there was nothing to be ashamed of. "We were all virgins at some time," she told me and rested her hand on my knee where it ramianed for several minutes.
"Do you like me?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes," I managed to squeak out through my choked throat.
"Would you like to kiss me?" she then asked.
"Yes. Very much."
We pulled over off the road into a secluded wooded area where any passing car would not take much notice of us, but the car was plunged into darkness. I could hear Christine shifting round in her seat and the scent of her perfume now very close now. To say that I was scared shitless would be a gross understatement, but I tried to remain some sort of compsure as her lips pressed against mine and I felt her tongue intruding into my mouth. I had seen plenty of porno videos that I was not unaware of what was happening. I had all those images burned into my mind, but now it was in flesh,
Chrsitine pulled down on the zipper that ran up the front of uniform. She took my hand and placed it against her breast. The texture of her flesh and the fabric of the bra made my head spin. I began squeezing her breast gently, feeling the nipple swell and I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. It provoked a little sigh from Christine.
All the while she had managed to slip her uniform off and was now opening the zipper of my jeans. Once she had pushed down my underpants my stiff leapt out like a Jack-in-the-box. I felt her fingers curl around the shaft and rub it very softly. She knew that a virgin's endurence was fragile and had to be nursed carefully or else the champange would be uncorked before New Year's Eve. Either of us wanted that. I wanted it to last forever, but once again this is a s*******n year old mind lost in it's own fantasy.
I sucked on Christine's tongue as it swirled sweetly around inside of my mouth and returned the favor. My hands roamed more eagerly over her body, but still felt a bit timid when I touched the eleastic waistband of her panites. However she seized my hand and pushed it beneath and I felt my fingers plunging into the thick growth of hair and then the slick wetness of her vagina. Once again the porn videos came to the aid to my inexperienced fingeres and knew that a woman had something called the clitoris that when rubbed it became hard like a tiny penis and gave her great pleasure.
When I started rubbing that particular spot Christine's body suddenly arched from up off of the car seat. She pushed away from me for a moment.
"Are you telling me the truth about being a virgin?"
"Yes, yes, I am. I swear. Why on earth would I make that up? I watch some videos and they...." my words just sort of trailed off and I felt I was exposing too much of my private life to someone who was pretty much a stranger.
"I see. It feels very good. Just do it a little more gently and then gradually increase the pressure," she said and kissed me for a little longer.
When it came time to actually fuck we had to climb over into the back seat. We slipped and feel and laughed like two goofy k**s. The smell building the car was quite suffocating and I cracked the window just a few inches and a nice frsh night breeze seeped in.
My eyes had adjusted slightly to the darkness and I could make out Christine stretched out of the seat with legs wide open. But it still like playing blind man's bluff. Her hands fumbled around as she searched for my cock, locting it, and giving it a firm squueze. I was having some sort of out of body experience because I felt as if a had detached spirit from flesh and I was observing this stanger about to fuck Christine. I was just stunned that I had not yet ejaculated and cut the moment prematurely short. I wanted this to be memorable event in my life.
I sank down over Christine's waiting body. With her hand still firmly clutching my cock she guided it into her cunt. It was warm and wet, but she was holding it such a way so that would not go in all the way. I thrusted my hips forward but I did not get much further. She was intentionally prolonging total penentration, allowing a fraction of an inch at a time until at last I felt the base of my cock press against her body.
"Lovely...lovely..." she whispered softly into my ear and kissed me deep, her tongue plunged into my mouth.
Her body arched up and met every thrust I administered to her cunt. Her moanes were also rising in pitch. I wanted to come so bad but I managed to last a lot longer than I gave myself credit, but I was still awkward and uncoordinated. All these skills would eventually come with time and further experiences. Christine was a sweet and patient lover who would whisper periodic words of encouragement or guidance when she felt were appropriate without stunting my developing "manhood".
"Don't come in me, baby," was the main piece of advice she had to impart.
When I was about to come I abruptly pulled out and emptied the contnents of my balls all over her belly and petite tits. She wrung out a few more dropets before reaching for a roll of paper towels under the front seat and handed me a wad to clean myself off as she did likewise.
Once we were both cleaned and redressed we headed to my house. It was a little quiet between us. Before I got out she reached out and grabbed my hand. Because the passenger's side door was popped open the car light went on and I could see that she was crying. I closed the door and leaned over and kissed her very softly.
"I forgot to thank you for a wonderful moment," I said nervously. All these emotions were new to me and were finding no elegent words. I tried to keep it simple and not embarass myself.
I would only learn later as our relationship progress how abusive and cruel her husband could be. Sex was seldom pleasurable and served only his physical ends. She called it a "beign assualt". She would catch a bit of heat for being so late coming home from her husband after dropping me off. I had only the darkest thoughts about him whenever he came into the restaraunt and spoke like in a way one might speak to an a****l. I had to keep my emotions in check because he was guy who wold have torn me apart. I fucked Christine we pleasure and we did it whenever we could. We even stole into a stall in the men's room and screwed there while we both had a break.
But then her husband got a job in another state and suddenly Chrisitne was out of my life. The empitness lasted for a while, but her memory lingers warmly in my mind even to this day. I imagine what she looks like today. She'd probably be in her late fifties or perhaps early sixties. I imagine her dark hair now totally white bobbing in my lap as she sucked my cock.
There were many women of various ages coming in and out of my life but more of that later.
I lost my virginity at the age of s*******n to a waitress I worked with at a little restaurant. Her name was Christine. She was slim, dark Italian woman who had to be in her mid thirties at the time. I worked in the back kitchen doing dishes and various other prep duties. It was a lot of hustle but I liked it. Since the stock room was also in the back room all the staff had to pass by to get it. Christine never failed to take the opportunity to give my ass a good pinch. The first time rather startled me and I got an instant erestion. No woman had touched me like before in my life. It was more playful than aggressive. Sometimes it was a pinch and others it was an affectionate pat. Whichever I could feel my cock get hard. Fortunately the apron I wore hid any such bulges. When the opportunity arose I slipped into the rest room and jerked off. I was developing a little crush on her I guess. The mind of a horny s*******n year old is not long on logic and only longed for that moment of engagement that fueled many a wet dream.
I had been working there for about six months when the fateful night came. We were both working the last shift of the day and was nearly eleven by the time we had completed all of the cleaning duties. Christine asked me if I'd like a lift home. I usually call home for a ride but gladly accepted the offer. It was going to be a small thrill to be alone with her for a little while at least.
The conversation started casual but it quickly became personal and I blushed as red as a tomato when she asked if I was a virgin. There really no way of hiding this fact. She told me that there was nothing to be ashamed of. "We were all virgins at some time," she told me and rested her hand on my knee where it ramianed for several minutes.
"Do you like me?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes," I managed to squeak out through my choked throat.
"Would you like to kiss me?" she then asked.
"Yes. Very much."
We pulled over off the road into a secluded wooded area where any passing car would not take much notice of us, but the car was plunged into darkness. I could hear Christine shifting round in her seat and the scent of her perfume now very close now. To say that I was scared shitless would be a gross understatement, but I tried to remain some sort of compsure as her lips pressed against mine and I felt her tongue intruding into my mouth. I had seen plenty of porno videos that I was not unaware of what was happening. I had all those images burned into my mind, but now it was in flesh,
Chrsitine pulled down on the zipper that ran up the front of uniform. She took my hand and placed it against her breast. The texture of her flesh and the fabric of the bra made my head spin. I began squeezing her breast gently, feeling the nipple swell and I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. It provoked a little sigh from Christine.
All the while she had managed to slip her uniform off and was now opening the zipper of my jeans. Once she had pushed down my underpants my stiff leapt out like a Jack-in-the-box. I felt her fingers curl around the shaft and rub it very softly. She knew that a virgin's endurence was fragile and had to be nursed carefully or else the champange would be uncorked before New Year's Eve. Either of us wanted that. I wanted it to last forever, but once again this is a s*******n year old mind lost in it's own fantasy.
I sucked on Christine's tongue as it swirled sweetly around inside of my mouth and returned the favor. My hands roamed more eagerly over her body, but still felt a bit timid when I touched the eleastic waistband of her panites. However she seized my hand and pushed it beneath and I felt my fingers plunging into the thick growth of hair and then the slick wetness of her vagina. Once again the porn videos came to the aid to my inexperienced fingeres and knew that a woman had something called the clitoris that when rubbed it became hard like a tiny penis and gave her great pleasure.
When I started rubbing that particular spot Christine's body suddenly arched from up off of the car seat. She pushed away from me for a moment.
"Are you telling me the truth about being a virgin?"
"Yes, yes, I am. I swear. Why on earth would I make that up? I watch some videos and they...." my words just sort of trailed off and I felt I was exposing too much of my private life to someone who was pretty much a stranger.
"I see. It feels very good. Just do it a little more gently and then gradually increase the pressure," she said and kissed me for a little longer.
When it came time to actually fuck we had to climb over into the back seat. We slipped and feel and laughed like two goofy k**s. The smell building the car was quite suffocating and I cracked the window just a few inches and a nice frsh night breeze seeped in.
My eyes had adjusted slightly to the darkness and I could make out Christine stretched out of the seat with legs wide open. But it still like playing blind man's bluff. Her hands fumbled around as she searched for my cock, locting it, and giving it a firm squueze. I was having some sort of out of body experience because I felt as if a had detached spirit from flesh and I was observing this stanger about to fuck Christine. I was just stunned that I had not yet ejaculated and cut the moment prematurely short. I wanted this to be memorable event in my life.
I sank down over Christine's waiting body. With her hand still firmly clutching my cock she guided it into her cunt. It was warm and wet, but she was holding it such a way so that would not go in all the way. I thrusted my hips forward but I did not get much further. She was intentionally prolonging total penentration, allowing a fraction of an inch at a time until at last I felt the base of my cock press against her body.
"Lovely...lovely..." she whispered softly into my ear and kissed me deep, her tongue plunged into my mouth.
Her body arched up and met every thrust I administered to her cunt. Her moanes were also rising in pitch. I wanted to come so bad but I managed to last a lot longer than I gave myself credit, but I was still awkward and uncoordinated. All these skills would eventually come with time and further experiences. Christine was a sweet and patient lover who would whisper periodic words of encouragement or guidance when she felt were appropriate without stunting my developing "manhood".
"Don't come in me, baby," was the main piece of advice she had to impart.
When I was about to come I abruptly pulled out and emptied the contnents of my balls all over her belly and petite tits. She wrung out a few more dropets before reaching for a roll of paper towels under the front seat and handed me a wad to clean myself off as she did likewise.
Once we were both cleaned and redressed we headed to my house. It was a little quiet between us. Before I got out she reached out and grabbed my hand. Because the passenger's side door was popped open the car light went on and I could see that she was crying. I closed the door and leaned over and kissed her very softly.
"I forgot to thank you for a wonderful moment," I said nervously. All these emotions were new to me and were finding no elegent words. I tried to keep it simple and not embarass myself.
I would only learn later as our relationship progress how abusive and cruel her husband could be. Sex was seldom pleasurable and served only his physical ends. She called it a "beign assualt". She would catch a bit of heat for being so late coming home from her husband after dropping me off. I had only the darkest thoughts about him whenever he came into the restaraunt and spoke like in a way one might speak to an a****l. I had to keep my emotions in check because he was guy who wold have torn me apart. I fucked Christine we pleasure and we did it whenever we could. We even stole into a stall in the men's room and screwed there while we both had a break.
But then her husband got a job in another state and suddenly Chrisitne was out of my life. The empitness lasted for a while, but her memory lingers warmly in my mind even to this day. I imagine what she looks like today. She'd probably be in her late fifties or perhaps early sixties. I imagine her dark hair now totally white bobbing in my lap as she sucked my cock.
There were many women of various ages coming in and out of my life but more of that later.
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