First times are never what you expect them to be, mine certainly was not. I was 19, 5 10 blonde and with blue eyes. The newish world internet was but a dial-up away and I had learned of the joys of cybersex, but not the real thing.
In many ways the ease of how you could meet people and be more honest was much easier than real life and looking back I probably got a little to immersed in that side of things and missed a few real life romances. This is because while I was "one of the lads" I was and still am really shy around girls.
I had met a girl called Sara on one site and we got on well and talked regularly she loved my Welsh accent. We shared the same interests and I could tell she had a sexy side to her. She was coy about telling me things about her, other than saying she was a red head she wouldn't describe herself to me telling me that I would have to find out for myself. What I did know was that our online personalities got on like a house on fire.
I was on a break from university the same time as she was, so with those particular stars aligned I took a train down to meet her. It was a five hour ride so I had plenty of time to waste, and to think, and I spent a fair portion of that train ride with a raging hard on anticipating what she looked like, how she tasted and, with my typical fear, if she would even like me.
Slowly the train pulled up at the platform, and I saw her there, she was indeed a red head. She was a beautiful full figured bbw, about 5 foot 5, with a sexy smile and it would be hard not to mention the huge breasts straining against her top. Maybe she thought that as she was a big girl I wouldn't like her, but size is never an issue for me, yes she wasn't what I was expected but I was not disappointed, she was interesting to me.
We met and walked to the pub to meet her friends and have a few beers. We got on well, chatting and flirting a little; when I sat next to her she smelt wonderful and I just wanted to kiss her then and there.
However I was not that confident that she was interested. After the call for last orders came it we went back to her flat where I was staying, and we opened a bottle of wine. We4 talked for a while before the subject turned more towards our online conversations. For whatever reason we both had avoided this topic for the whole evening and she moved a little closer, the first clear and real indication that she was interested. This hopefully being my first time I moved in to kiss her which was thankfully returned passionately.
With that final barrier broken we kissed even more deeply and she admitted that all she could think of doing while in the pub was taking my cock in her more than willing mouth. If only I had known!
I suggested that we waste no more time in getting to know each other and lifted off her top. Apart from being the biggest tits I have ever seen in person they were also very sexy and I wasted no time taking a rapidly hardening nipple in my mouth. I was rewarded with a soft moan. I gave those remarkable tits all my attention, licking, sucking pinching and gently biting those gorgeous nipples to attention, her moans telling me that my tongue was working well.
With my head buried between her fabulous tits I mentioned that this was my first time, to which she smiled and said simply, "It's my turn now."
She moved off the bed and got to her knees, her sultry eyes looked fabulous.
"Stand and strip," she simply said, hell, who was I to argue?
Off came my jeans in record time before she slowly released my stiff cock from my tight boxers.