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When I 6, I went on a trip to Somerset in the south of England and met up with Ron, who I’d known on and off for a few years. He was abouts older than me.
Most days, we’d visit local places on excursions around the Glastonbury area, then sit and relax in the evening, either in the bar or lounge area.
As we normally lived a long way apart, it was a case of getting to know each other again at first. We’d kiss & cuddle and he’d massage my breasts, but we didn’t go much further. My period was due in the first week of the holiday and this makes me nasty tempered in any case, so when he tried to remove my jeans one night we argued and I threw him out. I was cross as he knew it was due and didn’t seem to appreciate how I felt that night.
The following day, we met up again and appologised to each other. We soon kissed and made up and he couldn’t have been nicer after that.
Another couple of days and my period ended and I started to feel better. We started to cuddle etc. I let him into my room and he’d massage my shoulders ( I was doing some dance classes whilst Ron went to Yoga). Then he undid my bra and started to kiss and massage my breasts. I let his hand wander down between my legs, but I didn’t want him to go further and he didn’t mind when I moved his hand back up onto my breasts.
The last day came, and we were booked into two single rooms in an hotel in Bristol. After a Theatre visit, we walked back to the Hotel and I invited him in.
“Can you rub my shoulders?” I asked. He unzipped my dress and we let it fall to the ground. Then he knelt on the bed behind me and started to massage my neck and shoulders. The straps on my bra were in the way and he gently undid the clasp and resumed a gentle kneading of my shoulders and neck. I was becoming very aroused and could feel a bulge in his trousers occasionally bump into my back.
“Do you want anywhere else rubbing?” he asked.
“Yes, my feet and legs ache with the walking today.”
Gently, he removed my tights and started to massage the soles of my feet. I could see a huge tent in his trousers. Then he worked his way up my legs and on to my thighs. As he rubbed at the top of my thighs, he’d ‘accidentally’ catch my mound. I was becoming aroused and the damp patch in my panties was obvious.
“Can I do the same to you, Ron?” I said, reaching up to unbutton his shirt, then undoing his trousers.
As he removed his trousers, his cock made a huge bulge in his underwear. He lay back on the bed and I slowly massaged his chest. I could see the bulge getting bigger. Playfully, I moved my hands down to the bulge and said “If I rub this, will it make it go away?”
He sat up and grabbed me round the shoulders “No, but I’ll show you what we could do” he said playfully, pulling me back onto the bed with him.
Firstly, he resumed massaging my breasts and kissing an sucking the nipples, then gently moved his hand down and removed my panties. I did the same to him and saw his 5.5″ tool unrestrained for the first time. Then, first with one finger and then two, he started to probe my slit and hole.
Slowly, he rolled over on top of me and asked if I was OK. “I’ve no protection though” he added.
“That doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill already” I replied.
I guided his massive, swolen tool into my by now wet slit. He pushed gently until he felt some resistance then looked into my eyes. “Ready?” he asked.
I nodded and he gave a short thrust. I cried out aloud as he stole away my virginity. He looked startled and took his weight on his knees and arms.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked as a tear rolled down my cheek. He dabbed the tear with a tissue and I shook my head.
“No, just don’t move for a . The pain’s terrible” He kissed me on my face.
When I nodded, he resumed thrusting, getting deeper each time. I felt my hips moving up to meet each downwards thrust of his, My heart was beating faster and I could feel his thumping away inside his chest.
Suddenly, he pulsated inside me as my own love juices flowed. Then he collapsed on top of me.
We rolled over onto our side, his tool still inside me, but growing limper by the .
As he withdrew, I could see some blood on his tool and a small amount round my vagina. We cleaned each other up with tissues.
Then we lay back and resumed kissing. I could see his tool becoming enlarged again and soon he was on top of me, thrusting for all he was worth. This time I wrapped my legs round his so that he could get better penetration. It was even better than the first time and he lasted longer. When it was all over, he again resumed kissing for another half hour.
“Look at the time, I’m going to my room” he said. “I’ve got to a 6hr drive later today. It’d spoil it if I fell asleep and crashed on the way home, and you’d to come to my funeral next week wouldn’t it?”
Sadly I agreed, but couldn’t get the desire to have him inside me again out of my mind. I lay back on my bed and thought what had happened in the last couple of hours.
Sleep wouldn’t come.
After about half an hour of restless thought I got up and looked round the room. Then I spotted a thing on the ceiling. It looked like a fire sprinkler. I went into the bathroom and got half a glass of water and poured it directly beneath the sprinkler thing.
Then I put my jeans on and went along to Ron’s room. I knocked gently and called his name. He opened his door and asked what was the problem. “I think something’s leaking” I explained. “I hope you weren’t asleep.”
“No,I was having trouble getting off after what’s happened. I’m still on cloud nine.”
He followed me to my room and then looked up to the ceiling. “I don’t think there’s any danger of you getting drownded or washed away overnight” he said. “I’ll put something under it and sit with you if you like.” He went into the bathroom and fetched some sheets of tissue, then found a waste bin and placed it over the wet patch with the dry tissue inside. “That’ll show if any more drips come.”
He hugged me and sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t worry. If all else fails you can spend the night with me.”
I lay back and he lay beside me. I began to shiver. “Are you getting under the covers?” he asked.
“Yes. Do you want to join me” I replied. I could hardly believe what I was saying – inviting a man into my bed for the time of the night.
He removed his trousers and joined me.
“Is that better? Do you feel warmer now? You’re safe with me.” He winked and kissed my cheek. I could sense that he didn’t believe my little trick.
We cuddled and fucked the whole night long. The following day, I went home by bus and slept most of the way.
Ron drove, but had to stop for a sleep three times and got home four hours later than he intended!
A persons virginity is special to them. They should move on to the next stage of life having had their first sex with their hearts filled with the joy of having shared a special moment with someone dear to them. We did and have never regreted it. Don’t throw that special moment away without thought in one passionate fling, but build up to it over weeks, months or even years. We’d known each other for a couple of years and I think we were ready.
P.S. A few days later, I got a note from Ron saying “Glad the water didn’t bring the ceiling down, but there’s no water in a smoke detector. Glad you found that damp patch though.”
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