Where it happened: motel
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was 16 that summer and a rising junior in my high school. My parents managed a motel and I worked there part time during the summers. I enjoyed the work, meeting people and all of that, and I was suited for the job because I was always friendly and smiling. The worse thing about working the desk is that during busy times you are on your feet a lot, helping customers get checked in. One of these really busy afternoons I looked up and there stood a really gorgeous guy waiting for his turn to be checked in. His eyes and his smile grabbed me, and I smiled back at him as I began to check him in. He was very friendly and chatty, and as with all customers, I asked how he was doing. He said he was fine but tired, and asked how I was. I told him I was fine but I knew what he meant about tired, because my feet were killing me. He made a comment about my feet probably needing a good massage, but not in a suggestive way. He was much older than me…I would say he was late twenties or maybe thirty…but his good looks and killer eyes and smile really got to me, although he was only being friendly. I could feel myself getting a little wet and tingly just talking to him, but of course I thought nothing of it. I had decided to wear a skirt and no panties that day since it was really becoming summer and I figured it would be more comfy. So it was fairly easy to feel the effect that he was having on me, but it wasnt unusual at all for me to become wet. I had never been all the way with a guy, but I had had several groping sessions with guys in my class, and I knew what sex was all about. But most guys I had dated from my class were so clumsy in that area…groping was really the word….that it usually turned me off and I wouldnt let them do more than maybe touch me a little down there. Often at night when I was laying in bed I would feel down there myself and it felt good, but I would squeeze my legs together and stop when it started to tingle a little. I thought that that was as good as it would feel. I also had romantic thoughts about waiting on sex until that Mr. Perfect came along.I finally got this guy checked in and turned my attention to the next customer, and was pretty occupied for another couple of hours. After the evening rush was over, I was tidying up around the desk when this same guy comes back through the lobby and I smile and give him a little wave, and he waved back and said that he was going out to eat and would be back soon. About an hour later he came back through the lobby and waved and smiled at me and asked if I was working all night. I told him no, that I got off at ten. So he said goodnight and went on to his room, leaving me with all sorts of thoughts about his good looks and friendly manner. I decided that if he wasnt so much older than me, he was the kind of guy that I could become serious over. After a while I sort of dismissed him from my mind I guess, and when the desk phone rang a bit later I was surprised to hear his voice saying that his TV remote wasnt working and could he come get another one since he wanted to watch some TV before bed. I told him since I was getting off in maybe 5 minutes that I would drop it off at his room. Actually I think I was fantasizing about seeing him in his room, maybe in his jammies or something, maybe a glimpse of his chest, but thats as far as it went. When I got to his room and tapped lightly, identifying myself, he opened the door and I told him I would try the new remote to be sure it worked. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a T shirt and I could tell he was as well built as he was handsome.I walked toward the TV and sat down on the edge of his bed, making a comment about how good it felt to sit down after being on my feet so much. I tried the remote and sure enough the TV came on, then I flipped through a few channels to be sure everything was ok. I asked him what kinds of programs he liked to watch and we discussed TV a little while I was flipping channels. Then I told him I’d go on home and rest my aching feet.He was sitting on the side of the bed but not real close to me, and he said that since I had fixed his TV that he’d like to fix my feet and he bent over and lifted one of my feet into his hands and started rubbing it. Mmmmmm…it was like magic…it felt so good for him to rub my foot and I immediately felt the aches start to go away. He was so gentle and tender, rubbing every part of my foot, top, bottom and even each toe. He raised it up onto the bed so that my leg was stretched out and I was sort of leaning back so I pulled his pillow up against my back. He rubbed every part of that foot, and it was pure bliss with every movement his fingers made. Then he worked the same magic on my leg up to my knee, and then took my other foot in his hands and proceeded to rub it also. My skirt had crept up a little and I wasn’t sure if he could see anything, but my legs were mostly together so I wasn’t too worried. Besides, all my thoughts were on how good it was feeling. He rubbed that foot all over and up to my knee also, and then placed one hand under my foot and the other under my knee, and began to bend and straighten my leg, giving the muscles a workout. He said that should increase blood flow to my feet. By then I was beginning to feel something flowing and it wasn’t exactly blood! As he bent and straightened both legs at the knees over and over my skirt rode a little higher and I’m sure by then that he could see I didnt have any panties on. But he didnt say anything, and at that point I didnt really mind him seeing a little between my legs. I thought maybe he deserved a little reward for making me feel so good, although I didnt notice him looking either. He kept rubbing my feet and legs and making little soothing comments, and I would sort of moan from time to time and tell him how good it felt.Then he told me to turn over and get comfy and he would rub the backs of my legs. So I turned on my tummy and relaxed on his pillow, and he started at my ankles and worked up the back of one leg, massaging me with his hands. By that time it felt so good and relaxing that he could have rubbed anywhere he wanted! I still wasnt thinking about sex, just how good it felt under his hands, but I guess in a way I was getting sort of aroused by that time. When I turned on my tummy my skirt went higher and was barely covering my butt cheeks. It was on the short side anyways, not quite coming to my knees when I stood up. I didnt really think about anything happening because I was on my tummy and my legs pretty much together. I thought…so what if he can see a little of my butt…no harm done there. His hands worked higher and higher up the backs of my legs, and this time he didnt stop until he reached my butt cheeks. Then he started on the other leg, and slowly massaged it all the way up. I could feel the last of my aches slipping away, and a blissfulness taking its place. That time when he reached my butt cheeks he began to massage more to the inside of my thighs, and without thinking I opened my legs to accomodate his hands. He started just above my knees rubbing the inside of my thighs with his fingertips…working deep but gently into my thighs, relaxing me even more. By that time I wasnt wanting him to ever stop. I was feeling the best tingly feeling I had ever felt in the center of my being. I wasnt even thinking about where he was rubbing, only how good it felt. His hand slowly worked higher until he was at the top of my thighs, massaging first one and then the other. By then my legs were pretty much open so he could have full access. When he reached the top of my thighs, I could feel his fingers rubbing against my lips a little, but he was massaging around the crease at the top of my thighs. It was almost like he would bump my lips without noticing, but every time he did, it would set me on fire. I know he had to feel my wetness by then…I think my lips were soaked. Every time he touched my lips like that, my hips would raise a little, and I opened my legs even more…as wide as I comfortablly could. Then he started rubbing my butt cheeks and back down the inside of my thighs, and it felt so good that I pulled one knee up under me without even thinking about it. All I knew at that point was that I never wanted him to stop…it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt up to that time. By then I wanted him to touch my lips so bad it hurt, and every time he came close to them I would moan and try to move slightly so that he would touch my lips. Finally he slipped one hand over my lips and caressed them with his fingers. His other hand ..I think…was still rubbing my butt cheeks…and his fingers would run up and down my crack at times…setting me on fire even more. His fingers began to caress my lips and I felt them open for him…and ohhhh…I was soooo wet!!! He found my clit with one finger and began to circle it. Thats when I pulled my other knee up under me so that my butt was more in the air and more exposed to him. I found that if I moved just right while he massaged my clit, that it felt sooo good. All this time he was whispering little soothing things to me, which made me even hotter. I had never been this hot before, and I had this awesome feeling somehow that it was going to get even better. He kept circling my clit with the tip of his finger and I realized I was rocking back and forth against his hand. I kept tilting my hips a little…I was on my knees with my butt in the air and my head resting with my elbows on he bed. Somehow …I figured out if I moved my hips just a little while his finger was circling my clit, the tip of his finger would touch my opening. This really set me on fire and once when it touched I pushed back against it a little and it went inside my opening just a tiny bit. It felt like my opening was begging for something to be in it, and I pushed back a little more against his finger. I was panting by this time and moaning big time. It felt sooo wonderful to be touched like that but I knew I had to have more. I began to rock against his finger, feeling it slip in and out, but not going very deep. I felt it bumping my hymen a little every time I rocked against his finger, and it was the most awesome feeling. I soon realized that he had the tip of two fingers inside me, slipping back and forth, but only as deep as my hymen would allow. I began to push a little harder against his hand every time his fingers reached my hymen. His fingers felt soooo tight and so good inside me. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but I knew it was the best feeling I had ever felt. He began to play with my clit more as he was slipping his fingers in and out of me and my legs were as open as I could get them with my ass tilted up to him at the perfect angle. He kept whispering to me telling me how tight I was, and how wet, and how beautiful I was, and I kept moaning to let him know how good it felt. As he continued rubbing my clit and slipping his fingers inside me, I felt him shift on the bed and move behind me. I didnt really think about it…I just figured he was getting more comfy. Besides…I wasn’t really thinking about what was going to happen….I was just enjoying what was happening right then…and that being the most awesome feeling I had ever felt. I was beginning to tingle big time, and I could feel my clit quiver every time he touched it. After he shifted on the bed, I felt something different rubbing back and forth over my lips and I realized it had to be his shaft since I felt both his hands on my hips. I was not alarmed but actually pleased becasue it felt so good rubbing over my lips. I tilted my hips up just a little more and kept rocking back against it so that it would rub over my clit too. The head of it felt so firm but so soft too as it slid back and forth over my clit, and bumping my opening. I thought I was on fire down there it felt so good. I was pouring juice and I could feel how slippery the head was as it slid back and forth. I had never been so wet and so hot, and yet so unsatisfied too. I knew I had to have more. My movements…or it may have been his…encouraged the head of his shaft to probe my opening more and more, and soon I could feel the head slipping between my wet lips. I felt sooooo tight, but it felt soo good also…I knew I wanted more….and I rocked back against him more and more. He was very gentle…letting me accept it gradually…and letting it work its own way in instead of forcing it in. I knew then that he was getting excited too because I could hear his moans…and his whispers were mostly things like “ohhhhh, baby.” It was unbelieveable how firm he was, but yet so good slipping inside me. I could feel it filling my small opening completely as it gently worked its way inside me. I think only the head was inside me at this point because I could feel it again bumping my hymen, and every time it bumped it, it tingled through me. I knew then that I wanted all of him inside me…there was no turning back. I began to push harder against him…letting him know I wanted more. I felt him lean over me then…with just the head inside me..and his hands slipped under me and found my breasts. He began to play with my nipples …rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger on each hand. If I thought I was on fire before…now my whole body was burning from top to bottom. I began to get a little wild and buck back against his shaft…trying to take more of it…but feeling it still stopping at my hymen. Up until then he hadn’t really pushed in me…just keeping a little pressure and letting me take it as I wanted more. In between my moans I told him I wanted all of him inside me. I felt his hands take hold of my breasts firmly…and as I rocked back against him I felt his hands pulling me back and holding me, and at the same time he thrust forward hard…and I felt something tear..and a sharp pain inside me…..but then I felt his whole shaft slipping deep inside me..filling me as I had never been filled before!! He held me still for a second…then began to slowly stroke inside me. I found myself rocking against him again…meeting him stroke for stroke. Soon I began to feel something even stronger building…something more even than I had felt before. I wasn’t sure what was happening…I had never had a true orgasm…just tingly feelings. He kept stroking inside me and began to play with my nipples again…and I began to feel a wonderful numbness building inside me…from my deepest center…and moving in waves up and down my whole body. I finally completely lost control and was bucking wildly against him…and him against me…until I felt him begin to quiver inside me, and as I was at the height of my first orgasm, I felt his warm juices shooting up inside me! He thrust in as deep as he could…and I pushed against him as tight as I could…and we held it there for a few seconds……savoring the wonderful feeling. He began to gently massage my back and hips…still inside me…until finally I felt him soften and begin to slip out…and then I lay down on the bed and he lay beside me and pulled me into his arms. We lay there a bit…side by side, whispering to each other about how wonderful my first time was…and how awesome it was to him to be my first lover. Then I lay my leg over him, and realized that he was no longer soft, but fairly firm again. He pulled me over on top of him, and as he hardened, I adjusted myself so that it fit between my legs again. A little nuzzling from both of us and it slipped inside me again….and we both moved in rhythm until we both had a second orgasm!Then after some more cuddling I had to get dressed…he helped me get all cleaned up since I had bled a little….and after some wonderful kisses I slipped out the door and went home, knowing that finally I was a woman!!
Processing your request, Please wait....
