Where it happened: In A Storm
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
There is nothing that changes a woman’s life more than the first time she has sex. To have your hymen ruptured altered is one thing. But, the psychological change that occurs in a woman with having sex for the first time is unmeasurably great. Here is my story of an encounter with a man that changed my life forever. I am nursing my baby as I write my story.
I was standing in Ben’s university office. He was talking on the phone with the flight service station weather office. He was drawing a weather map on a large wall flight chart. We had been requested to go on a consultation. This was a trip that I especially wanted for the experience.
I an a high achiever. Since grade school I wanted to be a doctor. I had finished medical school, obtained my licensed to practice medicine. I always achieved my goals, and I and a strong willed person. I had a very successful practice, but I wanted to become a specialist. I had left my practice and returned to the medical center as a resident. This is where I met Benjamin, known as Dr. Ben.
Dr. Ben has completed his residency and was practicing medicine as specialists. For reasons that I will never know, he had returned to the university to earn his Ph.D. degree. He was in charge of the residency training, giving lectures in the medical school, and doing research for his Ph.D. thesis. I had bee assigned to assist him in investigations. Since Dr. Ben was a commercial pilot, he flew on these trips in a small Mooney.
In junior high, my best friend, an honor student, had become pregnant. I never asked the details, but I knew that it could happen to me. Her pregnancy and becoming a mother put her professional goals in to a lower priority in her life. Knowing that weak moment could change my life, I put sex to the background in my life. I liked the guys, but they did not place their hand on me. I always made that clear. The guys kept their hands off me.
Ben turned to me and said, “The only way we can get there is to drive. I will drive my Jeep.” We chatted a minute and decided that we would leave in about 45 minutes at 03:15 hours. I met Ben in the parking lot of the medical center. His Jeep had been modified for off road racing. It had big tires, a canvas top and doors, and a noisy motor. The Jeep also had a few dents that Ben called “experience bruises”. Ben put my bags in the back, helped me buckle up a three-piece safety belt, and we were off.
I awoke and it was still dark and raining hard. My leg was wet for a leak at the top of the windshield. I complained to Ben and he fished around behind the seat and found a cover. His cover was a small down duvet that had been placed in a Gortex cover. Soon I was warm, and the Gortex was between the leak and myself. I awoke later and it was snowing. Ben had stopped and was cleaning the snow off the wind shield wipers. I turned on the radio. There was a winter storm warnings for the area we were driving into. I told Ben. He said, “Trust me”.
I awoke again. The road was blocked with an accident. Ben was talking to the police. He came back and told me that every one was ok. The stom became worse. How Ben could see to drive is beyond me. Several times the Jeep suddenly swerved and a object rushed by within a foot or so of my side of the Jeep.
The storm had intensified and there was about 8″ of snow on the road. Ben stopped for fuel and suggested that we get some groceries. When we returned from the store, snow had blown through the door and there was about 3″ of snow on my seat. Ben cleaned it off. We were on our way again. The storm continued to intensify and our progress was slowed. The Jeep was working hard moving through the deepening snow, and we stopped frequently for gas. About 16:00 hours we came to a roadblock. The police told us that an emergency had been declared and travel was restricted. Ben turned off the main road and in an hour we were at an urban area with restaurants and motels.
Ben drove down to the last motel. An older couple has become stuck driving out of the motel porch area. Ben told me to get our rooms and he would help the couple. As I turned, he put his credit card in my hand. The motel operator told me that he did not have any rooms. My look must have caused him to think. He said, “I have one in the new part that is finished”. I said, “I will take it”. He told me that it was a large room and it had a kitchen, and two members of his work crew had been living there. However, the room had been made up, the workmen did not smoke, and I could have it for $145/day. Ben was coming in the office as I was coming out. The motel operator told Ben that he had sold the last room to the lady.
Ben took me over to my room. I invited him in and told him that he could have the room and I would look for a motel. Ben said “Ya, I will find another motel”. The thought of being alone in the room and isolated by the blizzard did not appeal to me at all. I walked over to the motel office with Ben and the motel operator called around for a room. The closest motel with a vacant room was eight miles away. There was a big question if Ben could make it to the other motel. I told Ben that we best stay put. He agreed.
There was a steakhouse about one-half mile from our motel. Ben had a hard time getting through the snow with the Jeep, but we made it. We had not eaten since noon the day before. The prime rib was very tasty. It took us about an hour to drive back to the motel.
At the motel, Ben brought in his things, and called his answering service to leave a message for his wife. Ben asked if I needed to use the bathroom and when he was finished, I took my turn. When I cam out, Ben was in bed and asleep. He had turned on the TV; put the extra blanket on his bed and the Gortex duvet had been placed on mine. I though what a sweet heart. Of the previous 48 hours, Ben may have slept five hours.
I awoke at about 03:00 hours. A man in his shorts was behind the curtain and looking out the window. I felt a feeling of fright run through my body, and then my brain told me that it was Ben looking at the storm. I could hear the wind howl. The room was cold. I got out of bed clad in my panties and a tee shirt. In my haste to pack, I had forgotten my warm nightgown. I suddenly realized that Ben was at the only place that we could see out without opening the curtain. I asked Ben if I could lookout. Without waiting for him to move out of the corner, I pushed into his space.
My breasts brushed across his back. The feeling of his bare back with my breasts sent shock waves through my body. Without control, I pressed closer and looked out the window. The pressure of his body on my breasts sent shock waves of euphoria through my body. I could see the big snowdrifts covering the cars. Only the top and one headlight of the Jeep were visible. I moved to rub my breast on Ben as I moved away from the window and allowed Ben to be freed from his captivity. Ben went to the kitchen and got a pan, table knife and towel. He came back and knelt down by the door. There was a pile of snow on the floor in front of the door. He scooped up snow and made several trips to deposit it in the sink. He then knelt down and started stuffing the crack under the door with towel. I knelt down and put my breasts on his back. I suddenly wanted to feet my bare breasts on his back. I pulled up my shirt and put my breasts on his back. I was not prepared for the shock that went through my body. The feeling of euphoria caused me to breathe in and out very fast.
Ben stood up and started to return the knife to the kitchen. I put my arms around him and pulled his chest to my breasts. Ben firmly but gently pushed me away. He returned the knife to the kitchen and returned to his bed. In a short time I could tell by his respiration that he was asleep. I move to his bed and put my breasts against his back. I do not know how long we were in this position. Ben turned over, put his had on my breast, and then suddenly woke up. He looked at me and said, “Ruth, I am a happily married man”. What he was saying did not soak in. I was not thinking of having sexual intercourse with him. Looking back, I was like a young girl. I did not realize that this behavior results in sexual intercourse.
Ben got up and went to the bathroom. He returned to my bed and in a short while was back to sleep. As I think back, he had real will power to be able to sleep under these circumstances. When Ben was back to sleep, I moved back to my own bed and snuggled my breasts against his warm skin. I wanted to feel the closeness of this warm man. It also gave me a feeling of security as the snowstorm of the century raged outside.
I woke up as Ben turned over on my breasts. It did not hurt real badly, but he did feel heavy. I had to push him back to get free from him. (His wife does not have large breasts, and large breasts take a man some time to avoid crushing in their sleep.) Ben woke up and I was looking him in the face. I moved forward and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. He looked at me and said “Ruth, this is not good”. Why I was doing this I will never know. To say that I wanted sexual intercourse is not correct. To say that I wanted to be close and tender with Ben is the truth. Ben went on to say “Ruth, we do not need to do this”.
Ben tried in a half-hearted way to move away from me. I held him firmly in place. I kissed him on the face, lips and chest. I liked the feel of his stubbley face. He moved and turned so he was partially lying with his chest on my one breast. He was more willing as I pulled him to me for a kiss. How long we petted like this I do not know. What I do know is that I was somewhat shocked when I felt his tongue on my lips. It turned me on and I did the same to him. Our kisses became more intense. Suddenly, I have shock waves of euphoria going through my body as Ben had moved to licking and sucking my nipple. He intensified this by putting both of my nipples in his mouth at the same time. I found myself moaning as shock wave after shock wave of euphoria radiated from my breasts.
Suddenly, I felt a shock from my genital area. Ben had his finger on my clitoris and was sucking on my right and most sensitive breast. I was now out-of -control. I knew that Ben was turned on. This was rapidly leading to sexual intercourse. I felt him tug at my panties. I put both hands down and took them off. Ben turned away from me and took off his shorts. I have seen lots of men without cloths, and Ben has seen lots of nude women. Perhaps this is why we did not look at each other. Ben did not put his fingers in my vagina. If he had, he would have known immediately that I was a virgin, and things may have been different. Instead, he kept gently stroking my clitoris and sucking on my breasts. I moved my hand down his chest and on down his midline. I was somewhat surprised when I touched his glans penis. It was just below his navel. Ben’s penis was huge, not that it was abnormally long, but it was the better part of three inches in diameter. I thought, Ruth “You do not do anything in a small way”.
I felt Ben’s penis. I have examined lots of penises. But, I had never examined an erect penis of a man that is playing with my clitoris and sucking on my nipples. The glands part of Ben’s penis was large. As I stroked it, he moved more on top of me. I remember thinking if or not this is going to fit inside me. As Ben moved more on top of me, I pushed more under him. Suddenly, I had his penis in my hand and it was inside my labia. I moved the penis towards my vestibule. Ben responded by pushing hard to enter my vagina. Suddenly, I felt immense pressure, burning and stinging which rapidly gave way to intense pain. I pulled his penis up and it moved over my clitoris and onto my mons pubis. Ben gave me a look of frustration and started to move off of me. I said, “I am a virgin”. With this Ben started to move off of me, but I held his penis firmly in place. I pushed him back and again directed his penis towards my vestibule. He pushed with gentle, but firm pressure. I felt the pressure and I felt the stretching. I pushed towards Ben with short gentle pushes. On one of my pushes, Ben gave a quick thrust. I felt pain, burning, stinging, stretching and immense pressure as my hymen gave way and Ben’s penis entered my vagina. He kept it in me as I moved away from him. He then kept it in me until I settled down and got use to the sensation. Then he pushed more of his penis into me. The pressure and stretching that I felt slowly gave way to a more pleasant feeling. Ben was sucking on my nipples and this started to send waves of euphoria through my body. He put his finger on my clitoris and I pushed towards him and he put his penis in deep. I still had two fingers on his penis. I felt it pulsing with my fingers and vagina as he ejaculated.
He kept his penis in me. He did move to one side. As his penis became softer, he pushed more of it into me. I moved my fingers from his penis. I could not believe that my vestibule could accommodate this large penis. How could something this big feel so good? Ben got my attention by slowly moving his penis in and out. It was a good feeling of pressure and movement. I could feel his penis getting harder and moving deeper into me. I could feel my vestibule stretching. I could feel liquid running down over my anus. I knew this a mix of semen and blood. Ben was moving faster now and was on top of me. He was becoming more focused on having his penis in me. Although this is normal for a man to focus on inseminating his mate, at this time I thought he is only focused on me for his pleasure. It was a mix of hurt, pressure, stretching and pleasure. Suddenly, it hurt as he thrusted deep and ejaculated.
After ejaculating, Ben kept his penis in me. He pushed hard against me, spread his knees apart to spread my legs up over his pelvic bones. He kissed me on the breasts and gently kissed me on the lips and nipples. A new feeling started deep in my pelvis. My uterus started to contract. This was not the hard cramps of menstruation. Rather, it was a pleasurable feeling. The chemicals in Ben’s semen made me feel warm inside, and I could feel this warmth being propelled deep inside me.
Ben kept doing this routine with each phase becoming longer. His thrusting became more intense as it took him longer to ejaculate. After about an hour of this and after his long session of thrusting, I had an intense sensation to urinate.
I told Ben that he had to let me up or I would wet the bed. He smiled and rolled off. My legs were numb. As I stood up, blood tinged semen run down both legs. There was a red spot on the bed. I hurried to the bathroom. I tried to urinate, but I could not relax enough to let the urine flow. My bladder cramped and it hurt. I wiped off my legs. I wiped my vulva and my fingers fell into a hole that had replaced my virginity. I was scared. I got up and went to the bed and told Ben that I could not urinate. He got up and led me to the shower. The warm water and Dr. Ben massaging the pressure points caused me to relax. I felt warmth towards the kind and caring man. I sat on the commode and the urinated. More semen runs out of my vagina.
We went back to bed. I snuggled up to Ben. I thought about what had happened. I was in the fertile part of my cycle. No doubt, a big fat follicle was about to rupture. It would be mobbed by all of those spermatozoa that my uterus had drawn up from my vagina and pushed up into my Fallopian tubes. I also knew that Ben could not be mine. But, what ever will be will be. I knew that the next agenda in my life was to find a kind and caring man. I wanted to be like Ben’s wife. A woman with a career placed on hold to raise three boys.
The storm raged for three days. We made love until I became to sore. My period was four weeks late. I had an unusually heavy flow. I know that I was pregnant. I made a point of becoming good friends with Ben’s wife and boys. We had lots of fun together. Ben and I kept our distance from each other. I was getting on with finding a husband of my own. However, there is a second part of Dr. Ben changing my life; he is the father of my first child.
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