Some 15 years ago, I was in a long distance relationship with my then-gf (now wife). This was our first serious relationship, and we had never been physical with anyone before. I had never even kissed a girl prior to this. The short stories below explore our general fumbling into sexual maturity (hah!) and the *surprising* things people will do when horny.
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At an early point in our relationship, I was back in our home city and my gf was working in a neighboring country. Every few weeks she would return home for a short weekend visit, and I’d hang out with her. She would get on the Friday evening train right after work, arrive in the middle of the night, and I’d meet her at the train station. Normally I’d send her home, her parents will hang out with us for a while and then turn in. Both of us will sit in the quiet living room talking, hugging and kissing till an unreasonable time, then I’d drive home at 4 am or whatever.
As we got more comfortable with each other’s touch, my kisses went lower and lower. Mind you, this was my first time doing anything with a woman, so kissing her neck was breaking new ground for me. As was kissing under her shirt’s collar. And daring to pull her collar lower to kiss even lower. And touching her through her bra. Then teasing it away a little. Etc etc.
We probably topped out our risk:pleasure ratio when we ended up with her shirt up above her breasts, bra partly down, nipple in my mouth, quietly moaning, and me in heaven. If anyone came down the stairs from the upstairs rooms, we would be exposed almost immediately.
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Whenever I visit her, I would take a night train and arrive at her country at an ungodly hour, probably 2 am or so. I’d take a taxi to her apartment, and the unfamiliar and very empty neighborhood exuded a very r/liminalspace aura. She’s stir from her sleep, let me in quietly to avoid disturbing her elderly housemate, and we’d end up kissing and touching each other in her room.
The first time I removed her pants (i think she was wearing some jeans), she was a little conflicted. There was a sexual desire, but also a bit of doubt. I kept my pants on as we wasn’t ready for sex yet, so that probably calmed her a bit. I remember I kissed her thighs and went slowly towards her panties, then kissed through her panties. Pulled her panties down and kissed slowly down as more and more was exposed. I remember her bush was quite dense, and I had to kiss through a fair bit of hair.
It was my first time seeing a real pussy in a sexual context- and I got to touch, kiss, smell and lick it from the get go! I’m sure it was a fumbling effort, but i had read enough erotic stories to roughly know some basics (don’t be rough, start slowly, careful with the clit). Anyway it was also her first time, so it certainly was the best she ever had (at that point in time). We didn’t proceed much with the pussy play, definitely not to orgasm.
On the train back home, we were texting (by SMS) the usual ‘love you, missing you already’ kind of messages. I obliquely asked if she liked me licking her there, she said ‘it’s good’, and then somehow asking how was it for me. My response was very guarded, something like “it’s clean and nice”. If I was honest, I’d probably have texted something like ‘this is the best thing ever and I want to do it more and smoosh my face between your legs and inhale your scent and make you moan’. But that might have been coming on a bit strong for timid me.
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The way we discussed having intercourse was interesting. We had planned a holiday to Bangkok, and out of the blue she asked me if we should get condoms “just in case.” I did some game theory like decision making to justify getting condoms:
– | Intercourse happens | No intercourse happens
-|——————-|———————-
With condoms | pleasure – cost of condoms | – cost of condoms
No condoms | pleasure -50,000,000 (if pregnancy) | 0
Essentially, if we buy condoms, the worst that can happen is we spend a few currency units on condoms. if we don’t buy, the worst thing is an unexpected pregnancy. (note: this method of decision making assumes that whether sex happens or not is not something that we can choose. It *just* happens, and we are only left with the condom/no condom decision.)
So I bought a box of condoms. I think I bought it at a 7-eleven in a busy part of town, and a tourist in the shop remarked to me “someone’s getting lucky tonight!” I could high five him.
Our first time was indeed in Bangkok. We had no idea what’s going on, it was “lower. lower. lower.” and then it was too tight. In hindsight it was probably too dry from not enough foreplay, not too tight. But we managed to get it in, SLOOOOOWLY. I was planking above her, easing in glacially as she guided me down a bit at a time.
Sex is lovely.
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Once, we were travelling from our home city to the neighboring country where she worked. We went by train, the comfortable and economical way.
Some time into the journey, I had my arm around her shoulder, then waist, then the hand started exploring around. First it was just groping and stroking, then slowly I worked up my courage and probed at her pants’ band. And slipped inside a bit. Then touching her panties and her bare thighs.
There was a sweater or a scarf on her lap, which she moved to cover my indiscretions. This allowed me to explore further, and I ended up fingering her till she pushed me away near the cusp of orgasm.
That was by far the wildest thing we have EVER done in public. We were both normally sensible and vanilla people, and that bout of public sexual was probably a fortunate confluence of both our horniness and the relative privacy of dozing passengers on a boring long ride.
While it’s not a high watermark or exceptionally fun experience, it’s just an interesting blip in our normally mundane life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zjsrr2/a_series_of_first_times_mf