Where it happened: Hotel
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Well–this isn’t about my first time, but it is about my first time really experiencing the right sex. I had already lost my virginity a few years earlier. I always had a connection with my body, enjoying things like dance and modeling so I’d always been cautious around boys. I wanted to make sure I was ready to have sex. So the first time was actually a product of simply deciding, “Okay, now’s the time.” It really wasn’t anything at all spectacular and try as I might, few details of the memory actually remain. Elusively searching for what I felt was better, I had sex with two more guys–both seriously disappointing.
But that’s when I met James. Actually, not MET James. We had become online buddies, really. I was bored and perusing the dating market online and happened to find this very attractive blue eyed guy with a listing. Of course, back then, dating sites just paired you up, they didn’t really give a damn about location. So initially, we just chatted each other up often. Eventually, the friendship bloomed into feelings and those feelings blossomed into attraction. After a lengthy online friendship, we decided it was time to meet.
After a few failed attempts at trying to span the distance, eventually the time had come. I remember it like it was yesterday–in fact, it haunts me because it still trumps all as the best sex ever–James had managed to make his way to my city. I had never done anything like this before–despite my sexual nature, really I am quite a reasonable person. We met in the heart of New Orleans.
I remember first seeing his feet when he answered the door–not the most romantic first memory, but I remember that they were manly feet and as I looked up the body of this hot blonde haired, blue eyed college boy who’d spoken of sexual things I’d yet to find, I remember the immediate flush in my body. He was beautiful, Adonis like beauty, with a fair complexion, golden blonde hair, sky blue eyes and kissable full lips. He had told me that he played soccer and it was obvious in his build. He was well toned without being disgustingly muscled. His derriere had that sexy soccer player shape and his legs were amazing.
The night started out a little awkward. It took a while for us both to overcome our logical sides. This was something neither of us were accustomed to doing. But a few drinks later, we found ourselves at a club on Bourbon Street and that thing that only happens in B rate movies and story books occurred–the awkwardness changed as he kissed me and time stopped. I remember immediately feeling the heat of my body as it my blood began to heat and I remember feeling the tingling in my cheeks from my blush. When he finally backed up and looked me in the eyes, all I could feel was the bass in the background pumping with the same rhythm as my heartbeat in my chest. I could feel my arousal all the way into my lips, whose presence just suddenly became wildly obvious. I’d never had anyone kiss me that way–that slow, warm kiss where the electricity slides slowly from the lips to the tongue, down through the body, through my groin and to my toes.
“So this is what its all about?” I thought to myself. “Maybe he really does know a thing or two about pleasure.” I admit, I’d been a little skeptical at his claims. But so far so good…
So as the evening progressed, we decided to politely excuse ourselves form our wingmen–we both brought some back up in case one another were crazy psycho rapist stalker murderer folks. We laughed drunkenly through Bourbon street all the way back to our hotel, stopping to revel in the craziness of the atmosphere as we walked. Not only was I crazy attracted to James, I could feel my feelings growing exponentially as we connected in person. The way that he looked at me told me he thought I was beautiful. It was those smoldering hungry eyes but they were tempered with reverence when he looked at me. I could tell that he was enjoying my company as well.
So we made it back to the hotel. Once in, he shut the door and immediately backed me to it. He began slowly, kissing me, backing up and staring in my eyes, kissing me, sucking my lips, kissing me, running his lips across my face, down my neck, my ears, up my chin, and back to my lips, nipping, kissing, leaving a trail of heat across my face and my neck. It’s been almost ten years and I can still remember the way that his hands ran from my hands, up my arms, to my shoulders and to my face, then down my sides, grazing my breasts, and then to my back where he pulled me close. Immediately he deepened the kiss and I could feel the fire in my body go up a few notches. I’d been mildly aroused before but this was different! There was an electricity in the way that he touched me. It felt like his fingers were burning me. My response was immediate, hot, and sexual. I could feel myself beginning to throb and as he slowly removed my shirt, I could feel the tightness of my breasts.
I’ve never been well endowed, instead being blessed with a graceful, petite figure, but I could have had triple D’s with the voracity of his appetite for my breasts. I remember him stopping to look at me after removing my shirt and seeing the sultry approval on his face. His eyes burned with that liquid look of sheer pleasure and need and the look on his face alone had me at orgasmic level almost immediately. He took a moment to take me in, then he led me with gentle demandingness to the bed, laying me down and crawling above me. He wound his hands in my long dark hair and fiercely began to kiss me. I could feel his hands racing across my body, from my face to my breasts, to my belly button. As his finger brushed along the line of my jeans, It made me very aware of the heat coming from his jeans. My friends used to always joke that if you can’t feel a full erection in the jeans, then he must be super huge and tucked along his leg. Immediately I realized that this was the case for James! I actually got a little scared!
He kissed his way down my body, from my lips, down my chin, my neck, my cleavage line, down to my belly ring and to my pants, leaving a hot, wet trail down my body as he removed my jeans. I could feel the air suddenly on my pussy and I realized that I had been dripping down my thigh with arousal! James rolled his mouth across my satin panties (chosen for the occasion!), down to the heat and the wetness. I’d had guys go down on me before, never to any avail, but the way that his tongue moved on my swollen clit was seriously magic! A few strokes in and I was on the verge of orgasm. I slid both of my hands into his hair, fisted and pulled him up. I wanted to make the most of this; I wasn’t ready for my orgasm. I rolled him onto his back and starting nibbling his ears, making my way down the throb of his neck, to the pink of his erect nipples. I’d never been with anyone who was this sexually responsive other than in their cock, so it was truly an experience to watch his body rock with pleasure and to hear his throaty moans as I kissed my way down his body. When I removed his pants I saw the most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my life. I’m not going to say I measure it and give you any numbers like some of the folks in this site, but I will say this, I was able to fist two hands around his shaft and have his entire throbbing head and then some still sticking from my hands. It was beautiful–perfect blush of heat in the circumsized head, straight thick shaft, the same porcelain tone of skin and with a single freckle on his shaft. Truly a magnificent piece of man meat!
I slowly took his cock in my mouth. It was different with him. He and his cock were beautiful. I didn’t feel like I was doing what I was supposed to be doing. Instead I made love to his cock. The way that he dripped on my chin as his arousal became stronger, the way that he stiffened in my mouth when I took him in, the way that he throbbed in my hands was so erotic! Unlike the previous cocks I’d seen, which actually I thought were ugly or funny looking, his was something of a sculpture and I coudn’t wait to get it in me!
He pulled me up from there to kiss me, eager to move to the next step. He positioned me right above his waiting head and began to kiss me passionately. I pulled back and rose above him, circling his head lightly around my opening. (Originally I was doing this to make sure he was lubricated enough to fit inside me with that huge cock but he really loved it!) He started rocking and moaning loudly as I rolled his head around my very wet, swollen lips, slowly increasing the pressure. I could feel him as his shaft was stiffening and I could feel the moment that the heat took over my own body stiffened. I was having my first ever orgasm from anything but a toy. And it was so much better than anything I could create for myself! He shoved himself in me so that he could feel my orgasm and was surprised at how tight I was (remember I’m a petite girl and James was 6 ft with a cock whose likes I’d never encountered!) and the pressure was immediately too much for him. His eyes closed and his face became immediately full of joy as he gave one last deep moan and unloaded inside of me.
Not yet ready to stop as we’d just started, he continued to touch my body and make me shiver with pleasure. For the first time ever, I felt a man harden inside of me and it was the most amazing feeling in the world!! We went right back where we left off. I admit, it was like being a virgin! He was so big and I was so tight and every tough was new and full of energy. The way that his cock filled me was unlike anything I had ever known, and his ability to rock around to find just the right spot to hit was uncanny. We had sex a few more times that night and the next day he left for home.
We stayed together, visiting one another as often as possible, and I even eventually moved to his hometown, but he got scared once I moved in–he was scared of settling down during college and the amazing sex we had–in parked cars, in public places, every page of the Kama Sutra book–I still have never been able to have that same quality of sex, even in my current marriage.
Ten years later I still think of James and our amazing year together. Wherever he is tonight I hope he’s happy and whoever’s in his bed, I hope realizes what she has.
To my amazing Adonis in Austin–Angel Bunny still thinks of what we had. Wonder if you do too….
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