My First Time.. a few of my lovely followers asked me to expand on the little story I wrote about my first proper sexual experience. As always, I am eager to please, so here goes ?

[Apologies for the poor writing skills, I was trying to get this down quickly]

A few of my lovely followers asked me to expand on the little ‘My First Time’ story I posted, and it was such a fun experience, I am happy to do it. This won’t be for everyone, because I have been asked for minute detail, so forgive me if you find it boring, but feel free to ignore and focus on my pics if it’s a bit tedious.

I only turned 18 the week before I went to Uni in London, and was really naïve in every way. I had never had sex and had only had a couple of make-outs here and there with a few girls at school. I didn’t make friends very quickly at Uni because I was a bit shy, but I was definitely a very sexual being, although all my really sexual adventures up to this point had been solo. I was almost all about the girls, but I would find that if I didn’t masturbate for a long period, I would become super turned-on (even more turned on than when I ever thought about girls) by imagining being with a man.. being dominated and used and I fantasised about worshipping cocks. My obsession was with being destroyed by a real man, and always, in my head, by a much older guy.

My first month at Uni was spent trying to fit in with people, but because I was on a course that hardly required me to attend, I had a lot of free time. I had always been fascinated by the idea of London and particularly the artistic and seedier side of London’s SOHO. I had heard about writers and musicians who hung out in certain bars and I loved the idea of being amongst those bohemian types, particularly for daytime drinking when all my fellow students and roommates were in college. So I started going to a particular pub (the barmaid was stunning) and I would hang out there during the day drinking beer after beer until I couldn’t walk straight or I ran out of money. I loved this pub, and although I was always alone, people would often chat to me and it all felt very exciting, especially since I had only been old enough to drink for about a month.

One day, a young Australian guy sat down next me, and we really hit it off. It turned out he had been living in my hometown in the north of England until recently and we even knew some people in common. He was on his way back home, and had been selling speed to finance his trip. He gave me a few wraps, which I didn’t take until later, but we had a great time getting wasted together. We were probably on our 6th pint when I returned from the bathroom and he said, “Have you noticed that guy following you down to the toilets? He’s done it like three times.” I totally hadn’t, but when I looked around at the guy he was referring to, I realised that I had bumped into him in the toilets downstairs at least twice- I just hadn’t thought anything of it. I was kind of tipsy by this point and I immediately felt a little tingling in my clit.. It was exciting to me to think that a guy was watching me, and had perhaps even been looking at my clit when I went to pee. Of course, I didn’t let my new friend know anything about my clit hardening in my pants, in fact, I made it clear how disgusting I found the idea.

Ten minutes later, while my friend was at the bar, I am down in the toilets again.. and my heart is kind of pounding wondering if what my friend had seen was real or imagined.. when in walks the very guy we had been discussing. He stands right next to me at the trough urinal, only wide enough for 2, and my heart starts going even more. He was about mid-forties, about 6 foot tall, wearing a business suit and tie. I guess he was reasonably good-looking, but I am not the best person to comment because I am not generally attracted to guys. He talked to me now for the first time, and said “This lager really goes through you” referencing, I presume, how many times he and I had ‘coincided’ peeing together. I just laughed nervously in agreement. Then he went on to ask me if I was a regular at the bar and if he could get my number, so that he and I could hang out some more. At first I wasn’t looking at him, but just staring at my clit, but the more he talked the more awkward it was not to look his way, and so eventually, I engaged and told him a little bit about myself. As I looked in his eyes, I could help notice the motion of his wrist, and sure enough, when I looked down he was stroking himself to obvious semi-hardness, while eyeing me up and down. One of the images that has stuck so clearly in my mind in the ten years since this happened, is the sight of his cock. It was one of those stand-out gorgeous tools, that instantly makes your pulse quicken and your mouth water. At that point, I had finished peeing and I told him I was in the pub quite often and that I was sure we would bump into each other again.

I should say at this point, that looking back, I can see how I would have attracted some looks, particularly from certain men. At 18 years old, my body was still tiny, like super tiny. I didn’t have a scrap of fat on my body, and my fashion choices at that time meant that my outfits did not leave much to the imagination. I was wearing only a super tight t-shirt and even tighter, quite flimsy jeans. I remember the exact pair of jeans I wore that day, and they were ridiculously revealing. I always struggled to get them on, and they hung so low on my hips, that when my t-shirt rode up, you could see the full outline and definition of my belly. My bum and thighs and hips were accentuated crazily and my clit and balls were always obvious, especially if I got excited.

I made my way back upstairs, joined my friend again and didn’t mention my encounter downstairs. We drank a couple more pints together, but the whole time, my mind was on this guy. I was super hard and I remember pre-cum leaking in my jeans. I was going commando that day and there was an obvious and ever-increasing damp patch at my inner thigh. Because my clit was straining in my jeans, I became even more aware of the rip in the crotch of my jeans, about a couple of inches wide, which now exposed even more of my shaven balls than usual. I continued to chat away about sports and girls, while inside I was just a quivering wreck, my mind running wild about what this other guy wanted to do to me.

Eventually, my friend needed to leave, and because the ‘weird’ guy was still staring over at me, I didn’t want my friend to think that I would hang around in a bar on my own while some ‘faggot’ guy (his words) was ogling me and routinely following me to the toilets. In order to keep up appearances I left the bar with him and we walked to the nearest tube station. Once inside, I pretended that I needed to be on the other platform and we said our goodbyes. When I had got rid of him, I immediately race back upstairs out of the tube and back to the pub.

I went up to the bar and bought a pint, and sat back down in the same spot. The guy was nowhere to be seen, but then I saw him walk into the pub. My mind was racing now, thinking did he just pop out to buy something, or had he even followed me out of the pub and then followed me back in. I didn’t care, I was just relieved to see him again, my clit was straining so hard in my ridiculously tight jeans, I just knew that I wanted his attention, and it wasn’t long in coming.

He came over after a few minutes, and asked me where my friend had gone. I explained and he asked if I would join him. He had a booth and it was at the back of the pub, in a more private area. Right now, I was feeling really tipsy and incredibly flirty and I immediately agreed. We went and sat together and straight away he came on really hot and heavy. He was telling me that he had not been able to stop looking at me since the minute I walked into the bar. He told me that my body was amazing, and he loved the way my tight clothes showed off every detail. While he talked, I made sure to position myself so that he could get the best possible view of me. I even sat with one leg up in the booth, so if he looked down, not only would he see my rock-hard clit straining in my pants, but also get a decent view of my shaven sack as it poked rudely out of the rip in my jeans.

I was in heaven with all the attention he was showing me and it wasn’t long before his hands and mine were wandering around under the table. I will never forget the feeling of his huge, hard cock, under his business suit as I explored it with my delicate hands. And the feeling of him groping me all over my body and the look on his face when he noticed the hole in my jeans and the soaking wet patch in my crotch.

I was so drunk by this point and so over-excited, I announced in a super-flirty way, that I needed to go and relieve myself again, and as I wandered off to the toilet, my heart pounded again, wondering if he would follow me down.

I didn’t have to wait long to get my answer. 10 seconds after I walked into the bathroom, the door swung open again and I realised, with a bit of panic rising in my chest, that I had definitely given him the impression that I was looking for more than a feel up under the table.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck, with a level of aggression that I had not quite expected and pushed me into the stall. He locked the door behind us and immediately started kissing me, forcefully pushing me back against the toilet wall as he did so. I remember my legs shaking and the feeling of helplessness as he forced his tongue into my mouth, greedily and deeply exploring all around. For my part, I did my best to kiss him back, but it was clear who was in control. He came up for air and slapped me playfully across the face, and staring deep into my eyes he said “Take all your clothes off.” I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t hesitate. I immediately stripped, kicking off my shoes and socks and then taking off the only two other items of clothing I was wearing.. my slutty tight jeans and my tight girly t-shirt.

I stood up in front of him, completely naked, my tiny body shaking like a leaf, feeling like I could faint at any moment..

[I have to stop here ‘cos it’s time for my beauty sleep, but let me know if you want to hear anymore, if enough people are interested, I’ll get to the meaty part tomorrow]

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b3ufix/my_first_time_a_few_of_my_lovely_followers_asked