(Keep in mind that my only sexual experience to date, was my rape @ 13yrs old, at the hands of a black boy I knew.)
I had started this new job working with my sister. We were on our way to work one day (it wasn't too far, so we were walking since we didn't have a car) and my sister said that she want to stop by this guy's house...Well it turned out, that it was a guy that also worked at the same place. I guess that he had a mini crush on my sister, so he had been giving her rides to and from work. Even though it was only a 15 minutes’ walk, AT MOST. Well we went over there, and were greeted by this guy. He was Hispanic of some type, but his accent wasn't a harsh "Mexican" one. The way that the words poured out of his mouth was like poetry, it was so eloquent and fluid. His name was Dussan, and he was cute. He had very full lips, he was slightly shorter than I am, and had a fabulous pearly white smile. His eyes were a hazel brown, he was divine.
At the time he was about 20 years old (older than me we'll say). He had fair skin and dark brown spiky hair. The first day he drove us, he seemed genuinely intrigued when he met me, but I was just appreciative for his chivalry. The following day, my sister wasn't working, but Dussan was. He told me, that I should come over so we could drive in together. The night before, I had written him a "Thank you" note for him being as generous as to give me and my sister rides (especially because she never told him thank you once- we were raised better than that). Anyway, when I got to his house, I handed him my thank you letter, and walked inside.
While he continued to get ready for work, I sat on the couch petting his black cat "Feisty". He walked out of his bedroom, and said
"You don’t have to sit out here by yourself; you can come in here while I finish getting ready."
So I did just that, I went in his room and sat on his bed. He sat down next to me, with my thank you note in his hand. He said
"So, what is this?"
"Just a note to say thank you for your courtesy"
He opened it and read it, he smiled at me. He began telling me how sweet I was, and that he was pleased with the way I conducted myself. He asked if he could kiss me, I was nervous, I felt the fluttering in my stomach. I muttered a "yes". His kiss was soft and warm. He continued to kiss me and lie me back onto the bed.
He kissed my firm belly, and told me that he wanted to go down on me. I was shivering, I couldn’t stop shaking. He removed my shoes, pants, and little cotton underwear. He opened my legs, angled my pussy towards his eager mouth and kissed it gently.
His tongue touched my slit and licked me. It felt so strange and alluring at the same time. I was tense from the waist up, nervous to make a peep. His tongue was so soft, and thick, he licked me so gently, it was like I had heightened sensitivity. His kissed my clit, and I came. He put his finger in my mouth. I lightly nibbled and sucked it for a couple of seconds. I was anxious and could hardly breathe. He came up to my mouth and kissed me, he slipped his finger inside of my moist eager pussy.
I had all these new sensations going on inside my body. I saw his excitement, his cock hard for me. He undressed, climbed back on the bed. Kissing me from my toes and making his way up my quaking body. He gently pried my legs apart, and then he climbed on top of me. I lay there shaking under his body. He rubbed my face, and told me I was safe with him. That he just wanted me to feel good.
He kissed me over and over so deeply. The sounds of Spanish love ballads filled the room. He whispered into my ear how special I was to him, how he loved my body, how he was happy that I had decided to give him my body. He sang to me softly in my ear, sang the beautiful Spanish lyrics. I good feel the love he was putting into my body, I was lost in everything about him. The smell of his skin, the sound of his voice, his kiss, the building orgasm that I was peaking...EVERYTHING!
He entered me, and I gasped. I was so lost in the bliss, I’m not sure how long it went on, but it was beautiful. I look back on it now and I am glad that I chose him to be my first lover. It was a special time for me, and it probably has alot to do with my preferences for European men now.
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