Virgin

I got off the train not knowing if she would be there. Five hours is a long way to go on the off chance of sex. If she didn’t turn up I wouldn’t even have a place to stay as she had booked the hotel.

I shouldn’t have worried, there she was, tall, taller than me, nervous, but smiling.

We had been talking on the phone, sexting, sharing fantasies and experiences, listening to each other cum for months. Now it was time for the real thing.

This was going to be a bit special though, for both of us. Not because we were looking for a relationship, I was happily married after all, just in need of that bit extra, we had an open relationship so it was fine.

It was going to be special, not because of romance or some huge overwhelming lust, but because she was still a virgin. Just out of her teens she had waited a long time in this day and age. I was in my early 30’s. Not out of choice she said, not really, because in her small town, almost a village, there wasn’t much choice and not much chance of keeping it secret.

She had masturbated endlessly and talked to guys on the phone in distant places. She knew she needed it. But not with anyone she’d grown-up with, not with some married man whose kids she babysat for, although they tried, not her boss, who also had a go and not with the loser guys her own age. They had stopped trying long ago.

So I was the lucky one. Although I did wonder if she perhaps did this every weekend, played the kink of being a virgin and got some new older guy to drop everything and rush across the country to ‘help her out’. Well I couldn’t blame her if she did! If I had been a young beautiful woman I might have had the same thought. ‘How far would they come? Take a plane, take days to get here? All for that naughty promise of untouched pussy.’

And I’ll tell you now there was no ‘tell tale signs’ but then I wouldn’t have been able to tell you what to look for exactly and the whole thing is steeped in myth. In the end it’s sex with a hot woman, what else do you need?

So we met, shook hands! Then hugged. Then finally kissed. It was awkward but my erection sorted that one out. She pressed against me and I against her. Erections always clear the mind of obstacles. Which isn’t always a positive thing! But there you go, at that moment we no longer felt silly, the lust we’d learnt from each other in months of phone sex was back and it was just a matter of getting to our room as quickly as we could.

The rest was a blur but I knew we walked there, held hands in the lift rather than groping each other, and fuck did I want too, she had such big pert breasts, but we were still a little unsure if the other was really as dirty as our dirty chat suggested.

In the room there was a pause as we put bags down, checked it all out. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and one of the most erotic experiences of my life began.

She was too nervous to simply take her clothes off and jump into bed. We kissed at the edge of the bed, her kneeling, me sitting, leaning slightly down to her. Her hands starting to move over me and eventually we parted lips and she started to focus on what she could feel underneath my jeans.

From that point, for the next hour, I let her lead. I encouraged her but only with my sighs, my slight thrusting towards her and an erection that didn’t let up until I came.

She moved her hands over my thighs. They were tentative. She hadn’t even seen a cock before let alone touched one. She smiled, but couldn’t hold my eyes. Her hands ran over my bulge that strained painfully to be released. She looked up at me and kissed my thighs, before resting her head gently on where my erection was.

I unbuckled my belt but didn’t finish it, I took her hands and placed them on the buckle. She was trembling slightly but she didn’t hesitate.

Soon she was unbuttoning me and I could feel her knuckles pressing down on the head of my cock, still covered. I felt I might cum if she pushed too hard, but she only did it hard enough to flip each button out. Then I was left exposed. Only my boxer shorts in-between her and her first sight of what her beauty does to men.

I had to use all my self control not to finish my undressing and show her erection in all it’s glory, take her hand and show her how to grip it, stroke it, make it explode. Or push her head towards the end of it and let her taste it. She had talked so often about sucking me off, how keen she was to swallow its length, swallow everything that shot from the end. I knew she’d want to, want to be filled in every hole, starting with that one.

However, I resisted interfering. I wanted her to explore and be the one to make all the moves. I did though lift my hips to allow her to pull my jeans down and expose my legs to her touch and kisses.

Maybe she had been thinking about this moment so long or perhaps it was simply the attentative way new lovers can be but the way she ran the ends of her fingers over the top of my thighs felt like I was with an expert. The backs of her fingers ran back up both my inner thighs, just stopping at my balls. Then she turned her fingers and her nails ran back down. I wanted to scream I was so turned on.

I imagined my cock pumping away, with no touch other than the tight trap inside the material of my boxers. That I would scream with a painful joy and watch her eyes fix on where my cock moved, gyrated and flowed with cum that would soak through, thick and plentiful.

But I didn’t quite get to that point of no return. I managed to hold off exploding. I wanted her to at least touch it with her hand, for it at least to be released, for her to see it clearly when I came.

I started to feel a little guilty for all the attension she was giving me, while I leaned back on the bed and drank in her youthful beauty and enjoyed her lustful touches. We hadn’t planned what we would do exactly, to start with, so this was kind of a shock, that it wasn’t all just kissing and ripping off clothes. But I knew it was what she needed. I could tell from her wide eyed face and grin that what she really needed was for me to let her do whatever she wanted. I knew she wanted me to appreciate her, appreciate what she was doing for me, but also I could see this going slow, exploring my body, was exciting for her. My god it was exciting for me!

We had talked about all kinds of scenarios. That she would jump on me and ride me and fuck me within seconds of being in the room. Or that she would strip for me and give me lap dance. In her wilder moments she thought I should tie her up, gag her, blind fold her, make sure she couldn’t move and then do it. Take her virginity in just a few hard slams. Then turn her over and take her anal virginity too! She wanted to be tied up before I got there, so I would find her like that, but we never worked out how that would work! (and how I’d flip her over for pushing it up her ass if she was so firmly restrained!)

My favourite was her idea to drag me straight to the toilets in the railway station and suck me off or wank me off, just to get it all out of the way nice and quick, so we could have a conversation after our lust was sated. I’d then kneel between her legs in the cubicle and introduce her to cunnilingus, making her scream so everyone in the bathroom could hear her cum.

This was about the closest to that fantasy we’d shared. I’d heard her cum hard to that one. I’d soaked my hand, stomach and chest lain back in bed, gripping my phone with one hand and my cock with the other, listening to her sweet Scottish voice say all the nastiest things.

Now her lips were quiet but they were so near to my manhood that I expected to wake from a dream at any moment.

Then her fingers finally drifted high enough to tap against my balls. I gasped and went rigid.

“Did I hurt you?” she said with concern.

“God no, it all feels so good, so good, so fucking amazing. You can’t hurt me, no I don’t feel pain with you here.”

Where that came from I don’t know, but it was true. All my stresses of the world had evaporated, all my work worries, family worries, money worries, had gone. With her kneeling between my legs I felt a constant high. I had stress still but it had all gone into the area around my cock and it was now compressed into something utterly magical. Utter perfection. If lust and love get mixed up I could really see now, particularly when she started blowing on me.

Like this was what she thought a blowjob was, she blew against my covered shaft and the cotton of my boxers shook a little. I shook a lot. I knew I couldn’t last much longer. The gentle breeze gave me a thrill I couldn’t describe except to say it was a feeling only the devil could have designed, made by a team of angels.

And then she got to the shaft head! Now her face was only and inch from my cock. She still hadn’t taken it out but it looked like she was sucking me already, she looked like her lips were round my cock and nursing on it hard.

But no, not quite. The blowing became harder and I thought I was going to faint. I wanted to put her hands on me, put my own hands on me, crush her face into my crotch, anything to feel the end come, to make myself cum. I couldn’t take the torture anymore. Sweet, sweet torture like I’d never felt and would never feel again. A once in a lifetime moment of bliss.

Her hands finally came up and without moving her head away at all she hooked both hands over the elastic of my boxers and pulled it away to expose my cock. Her face was so close that when my erection, bigger than it had ever been, flipped and sprang up, it hit her the face. It knocked against her nose and cheek. She giggled again, “opps!” I laughed too but I was crazy with lust and need then so it was as much a laugh of fraught nerves as anything else.

Wasting no time, probably sensing that I needed it now she blew again, right into the slit at the top of my cock. She had good lungs and her breath went on and on in the same spot. I was about to cum from that alone when she kissed me. Kissed my cock. Kissed right on the end. Lips pursed, tentative, then firm.

I exploded. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t wait for anymore. It was intense of course and I couldn’t keep still, my whole body went into spasms and I screamed out a loud sound of relief.

I expected her to jump back, to dive away from my cum pumping stream after stream of cum. But she didn’t. Instead she fought to get my cock into her mouth. I say fought because I was moving and my cock was jumping and so nothing was still. But she did it and she did it without getting hold of me, chasing the end of my cock round with her open mouth.

Once she had it in she held me firmly between my lips, just below the large tulip shaped head. The pressure increasing the strength of my orgasm and milking every drop out of me. This meant that the first time she had a cock in her mouth was when it was shooting cum. She hadn’t even sucked it beforehand. I’d saved up more than a weeks worth and now she was getting it all.

This virgin was getting it all and she didn’t hesitate, apart from the cum blasted on her face, she didn’t miss a drop.

It was then that I knew she as dirty as she said she was. Or should I say, wanted to be…