Where it happened: Louisiana
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first time was something so beyond unplanned.
It started off as just a camping trip to a local lake. No cabins, no hotels, just good, old fashioned tents.
This was around my birthday, and the guy I had been together with was invited as a surprise. A gorgeous 6’5 buff brunette. Nose guard of the varsity football team, easily able to swing me around with ease.
Anyways, we camped and had our fun, and for some reason…the tension between he and I grew with every day and night that passed.
We watched stars, we swam, we did almost everything together and didn’t get sick of each other.
Until the fifth day, he said something that managed to really make me mad. We didn’t talk, or rather, he chose not to talk to me. He went to soak in the river (which if anyone has been to the Louisiana Channel, you know it’s freezing year round. Its water straight off the bottom of Toledo Bend lake, and is roughly 50-something degrees, which feels wonderful on a summer day, it just takes getting used to.) I had festered over our arguments and what he had said in my head and before I knew it was nighttime and I was fed up.
I marched my way down to the lake, and yelled and cussed and gave him my every ounce of anger. And then, he did something he had never done before. He got up, pulled my head to his, and kissed me with as much passion as I had anger. I couldn’t manage to stay mad for long, or if I was, it was somewhere far away from that moment.
He kissed like I’d never kissed him before in the year I had been with him. His hands traveled to places he had never touched before. I mean, we had gotten silly a few times, and he had grabbed my butt or breasts just to check things out, but nothing seriously. He pulled me down deep into the freezing water, which was enough to send most parts of my body into a frenzy, I wanted…needed to be closer to him, out of passion and out of needing warmth.
The bottom was too far down, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me up effortlessly in the gravity-less water. He kissed down my neck and onto my chest…and out of nowhere, he walked with me still wrapped around him to the much warmer bank. He seemed to know exactly where he was going even with the new-moon night time.
He laid me down on the wet sand, and began to untie my bathing suit top. I nervously helped with my shorts, as he had asked, and then he looked at me.
He looked at me with the most sincere, beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen, they had such a glow in the dark night that it was all I could focus on.
Which made functioning even more difficult.
He asked me “Leah, are you positive you want to do this? And will you still love me when it’s morning?”
I couldn’t do anything but nod.
I helped him with his shorts, and I surely felt his hard shaft rub across my legs a few times, but feeling it fully for the first time was enough to make me want to take him then, there, and every other day we we’re camping.
We fumbled, as does everyone, it was both of our first times. But it went in and I couldn’t do anything but exhale heavily, and pay attention to the pleasure I was feeling. The butterflies, the light-headedness.
It was like a drug that I needed to feel the side effects of for the rest of my life.
It was a steady pace, not to slow, and not to fast.
He just had such a way, a rhythm…it made my heart pound.
Then I suppose as his pleasure set in, his animal instincts began to arise, and he went faster and quicker than he was.
I
LOVED
IT.
I wanted more of it, but before I knew it, I was climaxing and it was a beautiful moment.
I couldn’t focus on anything but the love I had for him, and how close I felt to him.
and shortly there-after, he pulled out, and let loose on my stomach, rolled over and kissed my neck, up to my lips.
and he told me he loved me.
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