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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My first story (and it’s true) so be nice!
I’ve always been an insatiable slut and it’s taken almost twenty years for me to truly embrace this about myself. So this is close to an origin story, I guess. When I was barely out of my teens, I was using a website called SexintheUk, to have as many men for casual encounters as possible. I didn’t have any trouble at all getting men my own age, but I always had a fantasy for the older gent and this was the perfect place to find them.
One of my first meets was with A, a man in his fifties who I met when I was 21. Back then I was a brunette and much smaller than I am now. A size 10 with pale white skin, blue eyes and the huge tits you can see I have today. My long hair covered my back all the way to my bum and I knew the effect I had on men, often twisting them around my little finger.
A was striking in that he didn’t fawn over me like a lot of them did. He was straight to the point, commanding - a man that knows what he wants and can communicate this with humour and ease.
I remember his pictures exciting me - a bare, hairy chest in black and white with muscular arms. His smile was disarming and he was immensely charismatic- The chemistry was there, and we arranged to meet at mine.
I lived with housemates at the time, but I decided to invite him over when I had a free house.
I was nervous. I wasn’t used to meeting strangers from the internet, what have I got myself into? I wore a white babydoll under a purple, knee length summer dress and a thong. I scented my skin with vanilla and jasmine perfume and my long, dark hair was curled, soft and shiny. I hope he likes my body. I hope he won’t be disappointed. And yet the nerves meant I was tingling with anticipation. My white thong was wet between my legs and my nipples were hard against the satin white fabric of the lingerie I was wearing. He would be the one with the biggest age gap yet, and it excited me to the point where I almost couldn’t think about it without my pussy involuntarily clenching.
The door knocked and I jumped up from my chair. The house had been cleaned and candles lit, but I was still embarrassed of how ‘studenty’ it was and hoped he wouldn’t be put off. I walked uncomfortably to the door - I had decided to wear VERY high heels for the occasion. Black, patent and shiny with red bottoms - Louboutin knock offs but they made my legs look never ending. He’s tall, and I won’t be doing much walking, I reasoned.
As the door opened, all worries and concerns I had melted away.
I could see instantly in his eyes and the look on his face that he was pleased with what he saw. A was dressed in a white shirt and suit trousers, he had come from the office to mine and looked way better than his photos.
“Nice to meet you” He leaned in, kissed my cheek and walked into my place in one movement as if we have known each other forever.
I stood there for a moment stunned, reeling from his confident presence and the arousal in my body from the large hand he placed on my hip as he walked past.
I spun round and offered him a drink, he accepted and we both settled on the long sofa in my living room. We chatted away about everything and anything - my body smouldering with desire as his hand rested high on my thigh. I found it hard to concentrate, the wine maybe? No, it can’t be. All I can think about is that hand. How I would give anything for it to slide up, just a few more inches. I was desperate to be touched and fidgety. He could definitely tell, he would smile at me and slowly stroke one finger, so slowly on that inner part of my thigh. He knew exactly what he was doing and I was helpless with lust while we carried on with our conversation.
Finally, he took his hand under my chin and pulled me towards him in our first kiss. I practically squeaked and then closed my eyes, moaning and pressing my body towards his. His hand was in my hair, the other had slid up my arse, feeling and squeezing my firm young bottom as I leaned forward into him.
I knew he was holding back so I teased him, bringing my lips just a few centimetres from his and giggling. He would kings forward and I pulled away, grinning.
He smiled, and with one movement his whole body pinned me down on my back on the sofa. My eyes are wide and I’m panting, we are both fully clothed but he is on top of me, between my legs and kissing me hard. His movements are primal, grabbing and animalistic. His hands grope my breasts through my clothes and he groans with pleasure as he squeezes.
To be continued… |
