[M]y first time encountering large labia (long)

Dirty bits after the ~~~~

When I was 19, I worked at a diner style restaurant as a busser. The wait staff split tips with us, so the money was decent, and everyone, front and back of house, hung out in our off hours. All of the typical restaurant worker shenanigans were in place: broken Spanish? Yep. Drugs and alcohol? Uh huh. Waiters swearing at the cooks and cooks treating waiters like dickheads? Peppering most sentences with four letter words? Fuck yeah. A little grabass here and there? You know it.

Like Bourdain says, it’s like working on a pirate ship. Good fun for those with a strong stomach and an appetite for mischief.

One of the young women working there, Genevieve, was pretty–curly brown hair, big brown eyes, generous lips, big white teeth, and smart in a very odd way. Around my age. She could recite every one of the Constitutional Amendments word for word, but she usually didn’t get jokes. At parties, she went hard, but she was always pretty quiet. She just didn’t know human nature very well, I guess.

We got along really well. I noticed she liked to be around me, hopping on silverware rolling when I did, and helping me bus tables when she could. She laughed at my jokes, even when I could tell she didn’t get them. She laid her head on my shoulder when we would smoke in the break room. And she even tried tickling me.

I went on a date with one of the older waitresses, which was fun, but uneventful romantically, and the next time I worked with Genevieve she asked all about it. When I told her I had fun, she asked very directly if we fucked. She seemed relieved when I said no.

One night after closing, she gave me a ride home in her vaguely gold colored Ford Taurus, Beanie Babies on the dash. She looked good to me, in her frilly, almost maid-like diner uniform. The round of her knee in pantyhose did something to me. I decided to test the waters, and asked her if she wanted to see my favorite sledding hill (which also had a vacant parking lot at the top of it), and she said sure.

This sledding hill, in summer months, was kind of a local best-kept secret. It was so steep that someone discovered you could lay a towel on an ice block and ride it down the grassy hill. I told her all about it, standing next to her at the top of the hill, and she said we should try it sometime. We walked back to the car, and she turned on the radio. We talked a bit, looking intensely at each other. She started to act a little ditzy and started touching her hair, so I leaned over and kissed her.

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After making out for awhile, my hand cupping her firm b-cups, I put it on her knee and started up the skirt of her uniform. I rubbed her pussy hard through her pantyhose, and she panted when I bit her neck. As best she could, she rubbed my hard cock. “Take these off,” I said, meaning her pantyhose. She lifted her ass off the seat, reached under her skirt, and peeled down (to my surprise) both her pantyhose and panties. The thrill of seeing the crotch of her satin pantied tucked into the web of her pantyhose made my cock throb. And my hand lept back into her crotch to get at her.

I had slept with a few people by that point, but not many. And my fingers detected something different about her pussy: it was meaty, and I had to use my index and ring fingers to spread her heavy lips and access her wet slot with my middle finger. The more I touched it, the more I wanted to see it.

The 90s Ford Taurus had a back seat that was crazy big. I motioned back there and said, “get on your back.” She twisted in her seat and crawled over the center console. I glimpsed her bare ass as she went, and I could feel my hunger blaze in my chest.

I situated myself between her legs and pushed her knees up to her chest, and what I saw made my cock ache: the folds of her beautiful pussy were thick and wavy.

I gasped, and she self-consciously said, “What?”

I searched for words and eventually just said, “Your lips! They’re amazing!”

“You like them??” She seemed surprised.

“It’s like a rose! I love it!”

Between the look of her and her deep, womanly scent, I felt almost dizzy. I buried my tongue in her folds, sucking them into my mouth. I pushed her knees up hard, curving her ass up, and I tongue-fucked her hole. My face was soaking, and my heart was pounding. Her whimpers turned into moans when I fixated on flicking her clit meat, so I stuck to that and used my fingertips to circle the entrance of her pussy. Her abs tightened. She went from stroking my ear to brushing the side of my head to grabbing the back of my head, then she came loudly, her pelvic muscles clamping over and over.

Soon after, I pulled off my pants, rammed my desperate cock into her, and came in that deeply satisfying pussy, which gripped and milked me thoroughly. But now, decades later, the highlight of the event was having her pussy in my mouth, drenched, feeling like I couldn’t lick her hard or deep enough.

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