Where it happened: His blazer
I started having an affair with a married man when I was 15
and he was 30. After 9 months, I decided to get on the pill
and I let him know this. One night we were at the same place
and it was time to leave. I lied and told my mom, who was
at home that my cousin would take me home, but in reality, I
left with him. I didn’t know where we were going, but as soon
as we drove off, we started kissing. He drove a little bit
and made some turns and soon we were at a dead end road.
We really started going at it and I started giving him a blow
job. He started to massage my back and caress my ass as I was
doing this. And then without any words passing between us, I,
with his help started removing my clothes. I had on a one piece
jumpsuit on. And then he crossed the seat and got on top of me.
Since we were in his blazer, there really wasn’t much room for
me to spread my legs but somehow he was able to get it in. I
didn’t really feel the pain, but I could feel him and when he
came inside me, I could feel that and I loved it. I got dressed
and he took me home. I quickly got inside as it was about 2 or 3
in the morning and being 16, I knew that I might get in trouble.
I got to the top of the stairs when my mother called out for me.
I could feel his cum running out of me, so I made a quick excuse,
and went to my room to change and go to bed. We never had sex again
although our relationship lasted another year or two. I’m glad
I let him be the first, he was caring and I cared for him deeply.
We are still friends. And he is still married.