My [F] first time getting fucked [M] al fresco

When I was nineteen and truly a bratty little slut there was nothing more tempting to me than married men. I’ve always wanted what’s not mine and I was drawn to them like a moth to a flame just for the thrill of seeing if I could make them mine. I still have to stamp that urge down even today.

Ian was my friend’s boss. I don’t really remember the reason we first met, I think it was at one of her Christmas work parties where I came along as her plus one. What I do remember is the attraction. It was instant and intense and I felt it reflected right back at me.

Ian was tall and broad with dark hair and darker eyes. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, collar loosened and bow tie undone. And there on the fourth finger of his left hand was the shiny gold metal marking him as off limits. But the look that spread over his face when he was introduced to me was quite the opposite.

To the annoyance of Tori and her colleagues, who did not want to be partying with their boss, Ian hung around in our little group for the majority of the night. We didn’t talk to each other much, but our eyes were constant drawn back to each other, devouring one another. There was no uncertainty about what Ian wanted. Usually I prefer a bit more of a chase but his desire for me was clear and palpable. It was turning me on like crazy, making me feel so sexy. My body was on fire; I could feel my nipples hard and scratching against the fabric of my dress when I moved.

As others talked around us we both remained quiet, eyes on each other. My breathing was becoming deeper. I swear I could feel my skin heating under his gaze. Could feel the tingles across my décolletage as his eyes drank me in.

Tori and her workmates drifted away, lured by the dance floor and the urge to spend as little time as possible with their manager. Eventually it was just me and Ian left, sat in high stools at the bar. He moved to the chair next to me and I turned to face him, my bare leg grazing against his, resting my knee against the middle of his thigh.

“Hello, Ian.” I smiled, “I’m Jessica.” I offered my hand to him, expecting him to shake it. He surprised me by taking my hand in his and lifting it to his lips, pressing a kiss against my knuckles.

The rest of the conversation is a bit of a blur. He bought me a drink, we spoke about everything and nothing dancing around what was clearly happening. Eventually I ran my index finger across his wedding ring, brushing the tip of my finger against his knuckle.

He looked up at me, deep into my eyes. I couldn’t look away and I didn’t want to. It was like he was reading my soul.

“I want you Jessica. Like nothing I have ever wanted before. I can see you want it too.”

He took my hand in his, placing it on his thigh and discretely moved my hand over his crotch letting me feel him hard and so hot beneath his smart suit trousers.

I gasped, shocked at the effect just our conversation was having on him. I let my finger linger and explore. Feeling the shape of him, tracing the thick outline of his cock and absorbing the heat it was radiating. He groaned and I looked directly into his eyes and smiled what felt like a very predatory smile.

His fingers wrapped around mine once again and suddenly he was standing, pulling me with him.

“Come outside with me. I need a cigarette.”

We slipped through the crowds, mostly unnoticed and out into the smoking area. Instead of sitting at one of the small tables or leaning against the wall under the heated lamp Ian pulled me through a gate and around to the side of the building which was clearly used as a service entrance for the pub.

Before I could really work out what was happening my back was against the cool brick wall and Ian’s warmth was pressing into my front. His lips were inches from mine. I could feel his breath against my face. My eyes drifted shut and my lips parted, ready for him. One of his hands was trailing along my décolleté then up my neck, tangling in my hair at the nape of my neck. He pulled gently, but it was enough to make me whimper. When my head was exactly where he wanted it his lips met mine. There was no soft or gently first kiss.

His tongue was in my mouth immediately. He tasted of strong whiskey and forbidden things and his tongue filled my mouth like nothing I’ve ever experienced since. It’s like he was trying to devour me whole. It was the sexiest thing and it makes me moan and lick back against his tongue which in turn make him moan.

I have no idea how long we were kissing like that. It was desperate and messy and wet, two people trying to drown in one another: deep desire fuelled with alcohol and risk and the wrongness of what we were doing.

His hands were on my body, squeezing my hips, my ass, pulling me impossibly closer to him. Then he moved up. My waist, my breasts. He stayed there a while, cupping and squeezing while he licked the inside of my mouth.

It wasn’t enough for me just to feel his erection poking at me, I needed it closer. I’d had enough of all the fabric separating us. My hand found it’s way inside his trousers, not even bothering to unbuckle and unzip him. I just squeezed my hand down his waistband and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard, silky cock.

He gasped and pulled back an inch. His eyes were on mine as I slowly dragged my fingers down the length of his cock until I was holding the tip tightly in my palm.

“No one except my wife has touched my cock for years.” He moaned against my ear, thrusting his cock into my hand again.

I loved hearing him tell me that, the desperation that laced his voice, the way he big my shoulder as he thrust his hips so that my fingers met the base of his cock. I was dizzy with desire, turned on beyond anything I had experienced to that point. My hips bucked forward, needing to find some friction and some release. I physically ached to be filled. My pussy throbbed and throbbed again, harder and more insistent as if punishing me for not finding a cock to grip onto.

My free hand found Ian’s cheek, turned him to look at me. “I need you to fuck me Ian. I’ve never needed anything more.”

I didn’t really give him a choice. I pulled his cock free, turned and lifted my dress so that I was facing the wall and pushed my bare ass back against him.

“Fucking hell. You’ve not been wearing underwear all night?” He asked me.

“No. Now fuck me.” I was impatient and filled with the horniness of a teenager. I think Ian liked watching my begging him to fuck me, needy and pressing my ass back to him in encouragement.

Then I could feel the heat from the front of his thighs against the backs of mine. His cock was so hot when we rubbed it against my slit. The moan he let out at finding how soaked my pussy was is something I still think about when I masturbate. It was primal and raw and the hottest thing I’ve ever heard from a man’s lips.

And then he was in me, filling me and it was my turn to moan. His cock wasn’t the longest I’d had but it was satisfying my thick and he stretched me as he entered me. He went slowly, as if savouring every small movement until he had fully impaled me.

“You’re so wet,” he ground out. “I love it.”

I whimpered again, pressing my hips back and sinking just a tiny bit further on his cock. For a minute it soothed the ache as I throbbed and pulsed on his cock but too soon I needed more.

As if he could tell what I needed he started to properly fuck me then, his hands on my hips pulling me back against him, as hard as he could without making too much noise.

His rhythm was smooth and deep and I bracket my hands on the wall in front of me as I felt his squeezing harder at my hips.

He was telling me he was going to come now, his hips sped up. Shallow, deep fast thrusts. It was driving my crazy. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come. The entire situation was one of the hottest I could think of: fucking my friends married boss outside with his work colleagues just the other side of a fence.

One of his hands dropped to my clit, his finger thrumming over it and I could feel my imminent orgasm. My legs tightened, the balls of tension deep in my stomach growing tighter and hotter. I could feel my pussy gripping Ian’s cock tighter, then suddenly it was all too much and I was coming, fluttering around his dick, throbbing and pulsing. I was boneless as the pleasure washed over me leaning on the wall for support. I was still gasping when I felt Ian’s hot come splash over my back, landing thick and hard on my bare skin.

That was not the last time I saw Ian. In fact for the next three years we had a lot more adventures together

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