Ten years ago. Nantes, France. New job. New apartment on the outskirts. I was 26. Still a fucking virgin. Shy. Overweight a bit. Video games. Sports. Endless jerking to free porn. Never sealed the deal. Lonely nights. One evening, I snapped. Signed up on a swingers site. Blunt ad: ’26yo virgin guy seeks woman to pop my cherry. Total discretion.’ Heart raced posting it. No pics. Scanned profiles. Couples. Singles. Too scared to message. Refreshed inbox all night. Nothing.
Days later. Message. Pulse hammered. ‘Anabell, 36, solo woman. Your ad caught my eye. Pics? Here’s my MSN.’ No profile pic. Sparse ad. But contact. Rushed to make MSN. Connected. She was married. Peruvian roots. Killer smile in pics. Why me? Nights of chat. Me spilling failures. Fantasies. Her: Nurse on nights. Weekends out without hubby. Absolute secrecy. Proposed bar near my place. Next weekend. Yes. Instant.
The Awakening: Posting the Ad and the Thrill Builds
Week of hell. Cleaned apartment spotless. First full pubes shave. Her demand. Friday. Clock crawled at work. Home. Jerked off hard from nerves. Prepped. Drove to bar early. Parked. Shaking. Phone buzzed. ‘Here. Where?’ Directed her. Stepped out. She approached. Shorter. 1.60m. Olive skin. Black hair in colorful headband. Tight black jeans. Matching top. Small tits. Smile lit her face. Awkward cheek kiss. Followed her in. Ass perfect. Muscled legs. Cock throbbed. Blushed.
Bar quiet. Back alcove. Drinks. Silence. She broke it. ‘Ready?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Me too. Excited. You too…’ Hand grazed my bulge. Pulled back laughing. Chit chat. Fast drinks. ‘Another?’ ‘Your place?’ Grin split my face. Parked. She followed home.
Quick tour of my studio. Couch. ‘Drink?’ ‘Same as you. Light.’ Poured aperitifs. Froze. Hot woman here to fuck me. ‘Kiss me.’ Leaned in. Gloss sweet. Tongues tentative. Hands lost. She straddled. ‘Go.’ Hands on tits. Fabric tease. Pulled her close. Ass grab. Bodies grind.
The Act: Raw Passion Unleashed in My Bedroom
‘Bedroom?’ Led her. Stripped to boxers. She kicked shoes. Peeled jeans. White panties on tan skin. Top off. Matching bra. Lay back. Invited. ‘Slow, ok?’ Kiss deepened. Hands roam over clothes. Tried mount. ‘Easy.’ Guided my hand under panties. Wet folds. Clit. Slid finger. She ditched panties. ‘Look now.’ Bald pussy. Dove face-first. Licked clumsy. Salty sweet. Heaven. ‘Up.’ Kissed tits. Sucked nipples. Tongues danced.
Boxer barrier. She yanked it. ‘Nice shave.’ Fingers on balls. Shaft. Pumped slow. ‘Like your first handjob?’ Nod. ‘Better than solo?’ Tongue on glistening head. Swallowed deep. Sucked. Groaned. ‘Warn me. No swallow.’ Edged me minutes. Pulled off smiling.
Condom. Fumbled on. She spread. Guided tip. Slid in. Hot. Tight. Thrust awkward. Kissed. Pumped. Tired fast. ‘Doggy.’ Ass up. No anal. Grabbed cheeks. Entered. Dry quick. Stopped. ‘Jerked today?’ ‘Yeah. Feared cumming fast.’ ‘Good boy.’ Fingered her. Guided me. Kissed. She dressed. Last kiss. Door: ‘Next time…’
Slept bad. Wrist sore from replay jerks. Cum. Her taste. Secret thrill. Forbidden fuck. Mine forever.