As experienced with sex as I am, and with all the lovers I manage to fit into my busy life, there’s something special about helping a young, good-looking lad to become a man. At eighteen, Lee is almost an aging virgin these days, but at twenty-nine, I'm definitely 'the older woman.'
Knowing what the day held, I had intended to be up early, to be bathed and looking sexy before Lee’s arrival at eleven. I had a 'quickie' with my lover Jim at eight and he then went off to work as usual, but after working late the evening before, and a wonderfully disturbed night of sex, I drifted off back to sleep.
Stunned into wakefulness by Lee almost leaning on my door-bell, I grabbed a past lover’s tee shirt draped over a chair and answered the door and ushered him in and told him to sit down while I composed myself.
I asked him to excuse my minimalist look, my hair looking like a wild woman, and made us both a cup of coffee before sitting down next to him as he said he quite liked my minimalist look. I bet he did, and it pleased me that he had the confidence to say so. Little did he know what was coming, although I suspect the fantasies playing in his head were halfway there.
I knew.
The tee shirt had ridden quite high as I sat down, and I was quick to notice his eyes were on my bare legs. Brazenly, I hitched it up even further until it covered to just below my pussy and, leaving a short pause, looked him in the eye and even more brazenly asked if he liked what he saw.
He did.
Reeling him slowly like a fish on a hook, we talked and talked and finally I asked if he'd like to make love to a woman eleven years older than him.
He did.
In my bedroom, I whipped off the offending tee shirt and he gasped, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as he visually soaked up my nudity. Oh, the joy of being lusted after. Slowly I undressed him and led him by the hand to my bed.
Knowing how quick a first time can be for a man, and there’s no fault in that, I had intended to masturbate him first to relieve the tension, but I was surprised to see he was circumcised, which is unusual in the UK. I would find it incredibly hard to masturbate him without lubricants.
Having orgasmed myself earlier with Jim, I was in no immediate need to cum myself, so I decided to take him inside me straight away knowing he wouldn’t last long.
Too late, I remembered I still had Jim’s sperm inside me, but Lee wouldn’t know the difference anyway with his lack of experience. With words of description and encouragement, plus a little bit of play-acting on my behalf, I felt his erection – half the thickness of Jim’s, enter and plough deep inside me.
He called out, "Oh, Ohhhh" as my vaginal heat and texture sent brand new feelings and sensations coursing through his body and soul.
I knew he wouldn't last long, but surprisingly longer than I'd expected. Suddenly, his whole body began to stiffen. "Yes ... go on Lee ... go on and fill me with your hot spunk ... go on!!!!" I rasped in jagged whispers down his ear, and then at once, he was spurting into me like a fire hose.
I felt each jet like hot raindrops deep within me and was amazed at the number of times he squirted his sperm to the back of my womb.
He was like a kid with a new toy after that. I showed him how to suckle my nipples and how to tickle my clitoris with his fingers, which was enough tuition for one day and as he was erect again in no time, I told him to fuck me once more.
This time he lasted much longer and time enough to give me a little orgasm – and then once more an astonishing number of spurts deep inside me.
I normally keep tissues by the bedside, but not this time, and as I raced for the en-suite bathroom, I could feel a whole waterfall of spunk cascading down my legs.
So, he's gone now and happy that he's lost his virginity and proud of what's happened to him today. And I am happy to have been the girl to give him that pleasure, relief and satisfaction – but that's only the start.