damppanties
Banned
In the spring of 2004 I was , in boarding school, and full of self-importance. I **** blog posts onto LJ. He was going to college in my hometown in Colorado and started to comment. We talked every day for months. He sent me orchids on my birthday. I had a massive e-crush.
Soon after I graduated, we met up and started dating. He was twenty-two and handsome, with a sturdy frame and a job delivering doors and windows. I was so flattered that an older guy was interested in me that I didn't mind when he questioned my stance on gay marriage or ranted about "useless diets" like vegetarianism.
“I was so flattered that an older guy was interested in me that I didn't mind when he questioned my stance on gay marriage or ranted about "useless diets" like vegetarianism.”
One night in July, he took me out to an Italian restaurant, and we flirted, even though I was barely eighteen and had a baby-face he said i was mature beyond my years.under the table he played footsie with me and slipped his finger into my panties which were moist. Suddenly i knew he was the boy who was going to fuck me after graduation and the first time that year. He invited me to go back to his ******'s house to watch a movie. . He paid for our meal and we left. On the way there he rested his hand on my leg and blew through three red lights. He said, "There's no one else around."
I laughed. "You're such a rebel."
When we got to the house, his ****** had already gone to bed. He was staying on a fold-out couch in the basement, so we hopped in and watched the first ten minutes of a Stallone flick. Soon enough my shirt was off, my skirt was bunched around my waist, and his jeans were undone. He was much larger than the boys I had dated in high school. He was manly and solid. His belly was large and curved outward from the top of his public region. It didn't feel the way I thought fat should feel, and I wondered why boys weren't plagued by jiggles and mushy tummies.
The only condom we had was *******-flavored. (I'd bought it in an effort to seem more mature, as if professing a taste for latex-based scotch flavoring somehow made up for my young age.) He whispered, "Girls who like ******* are hot," and I giggled.
The act itself was messy and sweaty as usual. There was lots of feeling and licking by both of us, I was very well lubed and I just could not get over how musky he smelled. I said fuck me hard and fast. He slipped it in my pussy pronto and shot his load immediately deep in me.
I nuzzled with him for a while and fell ****** until the sun struck my face the next morning. I got dressed, snuck out the window, and crouched by his Mustang while he went upstairs to prove to his ****** that he'd spent the night alone. He came outside and we got in the car. Between the heat of the day and the leather of his car seats, I was bathed in the disgusting and exhilarating moisture of sweat and sex. We held hands while he drove. He stopped at all the lights.
In the weeks that followed he bought me bouquets of roses and a pair of gold and emerald earrings. He told me he loved me. I left for college in Oregon in August, and we agreed to try a long-distance relationship. I brought a framed picture of him and put it on the bedside table of my dorm room. But three days into Orientation Week I called him and said I wanted to let him redeem himself as he was caring boy and I would drive up next weekend to really have sex the proper way and let him see if he could make me orgasm and cum less quickly. He said he would try as he felt bad at our last encounter. He had some pressure at work from a demoralizing boss and i was so beautiful he could not control himself and his emotional love play. PART B CUMMING IN A DAY OR SO------dp
Soon after I graduated, we met up and started dating. He was twenty-two and handsome, with a sturdy frame and a job delivering doors and windows. I was so flattered that an older guy was interested in me that I didn't mind when he questioned my stance on gay marriage or ranted about "useless diets" like vegetarianism.
“I was so flattered that an older guy was interested in me that I didn't mind when he questioned my stance on gay marriage or ranted about "useless diets" like vegetarianism.”
One night in July, he took me out to an Italian restaurant, and we flirted, even though I was barely eighteen and had a baby-face he said i was mature beyond my years.under the table he played footsie with me and slipped his finger into my panties which were moist. Suddenly i knew he was the boy who was going to fuck me after graduation and the first time that year. He invited me to go back to his ******'s house to watch a movie. . He paid for our meal and we left. On the way there he rested his hand on my leg and blew through three red lights. He said, "There's no one else around."
I laughed. "You're such a rebel."
When we got to the house, his ****** had already gone to bed. He was staying on a fold-out couch in the basement, so we hopped in and watched the first ten minutes of a Stallone flick. Soon enough my shirt was off, my skirt was bunched around my waist, and his jeans were undone. He was much larger than the boys I had dated in high school. He was manly and solid. His belly was large and curved outward from the top of his public region. It didn't feel the way I thought fat should feel, and I wondered why boys weren't plagued by jiggles and mushy tummies.
The only condom we had was *******-flavored. (I'd bought it in an effort to seem more mature, as if professing a taste for latex-based scotch flavoring somehow made up for my young age.) He whispered, "Girls who like ******* are hot," and I giggled.
The act itself was messy and sweaty as usual. There was lots of feeling and licking by both of us, I was very well lubed and I just could not get over how musky he smelled. I said fuck me hard and fast. He slipped it in my pussy pronto and shot his load immediately deep in me.
I nuzzled with him for a while and fell ****** until the sun struck my face the next morning. I got dressed, snuck out the window, and crouched by his Mustang while he went upstairs to prove to his ****** that he'd spent the night alone. He came outside and we got in the car. Between the heat of the day and the leather of his car seats, I was bathed in the disgusting and exhilarating moisture of sweat and sex. We held hands while he drove. He stopped at all the lights.
In the weeks that followed he bought me bouquets of roses and a pair of gold and emerald earrings. He told me he loved me. I left for college in Oregon in August, and we agreed to try a long-distance relationship. I brought a framed picture of him and put it on the bedside table of my dorm room. But three days into Orientation Week I called him and said I wanted to let him redeem himself as he was caring boy and I would drive up next weekend to really have sex the proper way and let him see if he could make me orgasm and cum less quickly. He said he would try as he felt bad at our last encounter. He had some pressure at work from a demoralizing boss and i was so beautiful he could not control himself and his emotional love play. PART B CUMMING IN A DAY OR SO------dp