Where it happened: my lady's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
My first time was with a lady that I did odd jobs for. When she got divorced, I still did things for her without charging her as she had two small girls and money was very tight for her. The last time I cut her lawn, she invited me in for iced tea and told me she was moving away to be with her sister who was also getting divorced.
She asked me how I was doing in the girl friend department and I told her I wasn’t seeing anybody special right then. The real facts of the matter was that I never had any girl who felt so special about me that I got anywhere. I could feel myself blushing and I must have been red because she apologized and said she didn’t want to pry. With that she came around behind me and started hugging me. So could keep doing that all day because I liked the feel of her breasts into my back. At that age the least little thing would give me an erection and that sure did it. She then started nuzzling me about the neck and ear and whispered that she would like to solve the problem she created. I asked her what problem was that. With that she reached down and began stroking my cock through my trousers and said, “This problem. Look right ahead into the French doors.” Sure enough, there was our reflection in the glass. She said she was grateful for all the things I had done for her and a woman has a special way to express her gratitude; if I came into her bedroom, she would give me a proper good-bye present. I just about lost it right there as getting laid was beyond my fondest dreams.
We went to the bedroom and she handed me a box of condoms and asked if I would be willing to use them. Of course I would since I was in no position to argue. She then asked me to promise to use a condom with every girl I made love to until I got married. There was nothing wrong with that idea as some of my classmates were already having to get married. She then excused herself to the bathroom, told me to undress and get under the sheet. When she came out, she was in a see-through nightgown. That was too much for me and I blew my load right then and there. When she pulled back the sheet, she smiled and said, “My, my! So close and yet so far. We can still make it worth our while.”
She showed me how to kiss properly, and to pull on her nipples just right. She lay back and opened her legs. That was the first time I saw the secret parts of a woman. She took my hand and showed me how to stroke her and she got very wet. She asked me to lay beside her and kiss her while I stroked her. The next thing I knew she had my penis in her hand and it was becoming hard again. She smiled and said, “Young men are wonderful the way they can recover so nicely.” She was so reassuring and sweet to me.
She slipped a condom onto me which I took to be a cue to get on top of her. She guided me into her as she told me to enjoy the process and not to hurry. When I was getting ready to finish I was to let her know. It was a process worth enjoying and several times I stopped and lay still. She knew just what to do. She scratched my back with her nails and that distracted me. She lay rather still and didn’t do much until I told her I wanted to finish. Then she bucked her pelvis to meet mine and she went rigid when I did. I did not want to pull out and once again I was to tell her when I had enough. When I was ready, she asked me to try to stay in. She then proceeded to force me out with her internal muscles. That was one more amazing thing I discovered that afternoon. She gave me a photo of herself and a pair of panties as a remembrance of herself. I keep them them in my file cabinet to this day. I haven’t looked at them for years and I think it’s time to do so.
One day an envelope was left at my house for me. After opening it, I pedaled right over to her house and a new couple were moving in. My lady wasn’t in town as a lawyer did all the signing for her at the closing. I received a lawyer’s check and a note,
“Dear ,
Thank you for all your help last summer. The check is for the many hours you worked without expectation of payment. Now that I sold my house, I can pay you for your labor.
Thank you even more for your support and friendship during a difficult time in my life. When you marry a very lucky woman, I know you will treat your marriage as the most important thing in your life and avoid the pain of divorce. Treating the women in your life decently is the mark of a real man. You are one of the few real men in my life. My loving regard of you is for your willingness to give of yourself to a lady in need. I hope you will always consider me someone special as I always will of you.
.With fond memories, ”
My first partner was no prostitute. I received money for what I should receive money for. I received something money should not buy because she truely admired me. Being regarded as a “real man” was as important as the sex. She gave me the criteria of treating women decently and regarding sex partners as special. The sexual initiation, the compliment, the criteria, her enduring gift to me was the last.
There have been a number of comments to ff immediately before my contribution. I agree with what they have said to the girl and would say them myself if they already hadn’t been said. I will add that ff had been with this boy for a long time. Breaking up with a long-time lover is always painful. Perhaps she should identify the exact cause of her sorrow which is not always evident to a person.
There is one bit of advice I have for ff. Never ever let go of the idea that sex is special and the idea of those you have sex with are special people in your life. My first woman will always be special, as will the three subsequent partners in my life, the last being my wife of 21 years. I suppose one could have six very special partners but beyond ten or fifteen, it strikes me as being rather casual. “Spring Break” was immediately before “ff” and his story strikes me as rather regretable. The writer and a girl knew each other for less than a week and couldn’t be bothered to keep in touch with afterward. That does not seem a very special someone. I would advise ff not to lose the specialness of her sexual partners. Next to that, virginity is nothing at all.
An old photo, some yellow satin panties, a condom wrapper, and a note………mementos of my admission into manhood……..a reminder to keep special things special.
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