[M]y [F]irst Time

The Summer between my junior and senior years of college was going about like I expected. I was taking a class at the local university, working as a lifeguard, and racing sailboats in my free time.

At some point, my parents had a dinner party, and I started talking to the daughter of one of my mother’s friends. I was 20, she was 28. I was a dumbass, and she had a “serious boyfriend” (according to everyone). We hit it off, and I asked if she’d like to go out for drinks.

And, while she didn’t seem interested, she didn’t say no.

A few days later, she called and told me that she would pick me up at my house after she got off work. I was dressed in lifeguard chic, ready to go to the local bar, when she rang the bell.

She was wearing a navy skirt, a white blouse, and pantyhose. (I know, odd for the Summer, but she worked in an office.) I told her I wanted to change into something a little more dressy since she looked so nice. When she walked into my closet, she saw my ties and said something about how useful they could be. As we were flirting pretty heavily at this point, I made some comment about her tying me to the bed and having her way with me.

She paused, and then asked if I was serious. I said, “Why not?”

She told me to strip off my clothes and to lay down. She selected four silk ties, and quickly bound me, spread-eagle, to the bed.

“Do you have a safe word?”

“Um…sure?”

“What is it?”

So, I give her a word, thinking it’s a little late now that I am tied to my bed, in a room with an older woman with whom I’ve done little more than flirt.

She kissed me, first on the mouth; and, then on my body. She dragged her tongue across my chest, over my belly, and down my thighs. Though I was hard, she never once touched my cock. I was going mad, straining against the bonds.

“You can always say the word,” she said, returning to her tongue torture.

She took off her blouse, removed her skirt, and stood beside the bed in a lacy white bra and pantyhose. I could see the hair over her pussy, a neatly-trimmed tuft of blonde hair, and I swear I could see her juices soaking the stockings.

She kissed me once more as she unfastened her bra and removed the hose, standing naked before me.

“I’m going to take a shower. Don’t go anywhere.”

I’m going crazy.

I’m throbbing, I can’t touch myself, and my best chance at release just went to take a shower.

Fortunately, it wasn’t the eternity that it seemed. She returned, hair wet, wrapped in a towel, all clean and shiny.

She dropped the towel, asked if I wanted to use the word, then returned to the bathroom to brush her hair.

This is torture.

She returned, standing beside the bed, and started touching herself. Parting her lips, dipping inside, then pausing to lick her fingers. Then, some more. Then, finally, she puts her fingers in my mouth.

I am ready to explode.

After an eternity, she climbs into bed and starts touching and kissing every part of my body but my cock. The precum is flowing freely, and I just want the torture to end.

I’m about to say the word.

Then, she straddled me, lining up her pussy with the head of my cock. She lowered herself just enough to part her lips, and then, she impaled herself.

One minute the shaft was pointed at her hole like some sign giving directions, and the next, it was gone, swallowed up by her hungry pussy.

She sat for a moment before moving.

At first, it was slow. Then, there was an urgency in her motion.

She moaned and played with her nipples while I was relegated to watching my cock disappear and then reappear as she slid up and down on me.

There was a rumble.

She felt it too.

I called her name as I exploded, coating her insides with my cum. Her pussy contracted, as the waves crashed over her.

She raised herself, allowing my spent cock to be freed from her pussy. I could see that I was covered in what we made, and my cum was starting to drip down her leg.

Then, she moved forward, not for a kiss, but to kneel over my face.

“Now, suck my cunt.”

Before I could muster the wherewithal to say the safe word, she had lowered her cum-filled pussy on my mouth, leaving me no choice but to do as I was told.

I sucked.

I fucked her with my tongue. I savored what we had made.

I wanted it to last.

And when she was clean and spent, she untied me and said that we had to get going if we wanted to make it for happy hour.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xylgjw/my_first_time