My first time
I promised a friend here I’d tell him about my first experience after he found a video that reminded me of it. But he's not feeling well so I will post this anyway to help him feel better. Maybe you will like it too.
My first time seems kind of plain and not so interesting. I was finishing HS and working in a clothing boutique for women. One of my jobs was to close up at the end of the day. We lived in a college town, and a college girl came in and was looking at party dresses. And it felt like she was chatting as much as she was picking out clothes. She was very pretty, and she picked out 3 dresses and went to try them on. She was the only customer and I was waiting near the dressing room and I heard her call me to come and help. That was odd but it wasn’t the first time I’d been asked to help someone. She had the first one on and asked if I would zip it up for her, and I did it. And she asked me to look at it and tell her which one she looked best in — especially her butt. She took that one off, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable because all she’s wearing were bright yellow bikini panties. She tried on the second dress and had me zip it. I loved that one. It was a deep, dark blue all covered with sequins. And she repeated it for the third dress. That was the shortest dress and the one I’d like to wear to a party. I told her that the second one showed off her figure and her butt the best, and I left and waited for her to come out. And she **** for it and left. I watched her walk out the door, and she was wearing a cute, dark red miniskirt, and I had kind of a tingle that I knew what she and her panties looked like under that skirt.
I was at home thinking how strange it had felt and that’s when I realized she’d been flirting with me. I kept thinking of how pretty her breasts were and I could have just reached out and felt them. And I told myself that that’s what she had wanted me to do - but I wasn't sure. I’d never touched another girl’s breasts or naked butt. The butt I especially kept thinking of how smooth it was and how it would have felt and I could have caressed it softly. And I thought of how my hand could slide down that butt to her thighs, and then move to her inner thigh, and then maybe one of my fingers could reach up and touch her pussy. And by that time, that’s what my own hand was doing to my body and it was the first time I ever masturbated thinking of a girl. And I felt very disappointed that I didn’t realize it while it was happening and missed my chance and promised myself never to miss out again.
I didn’t see her until a week and a half later on a Friday night. She came in at closing time. It’s stupid, but I remember thinking when she first walked in I wonder what color her panties are today. I felt that tingle again, and I was hopeful. She was looking at clothes, but I had that feeling that she wasn’t really interested in buying anything. And I was right. She asked me when I got off, which was soon, and if I’d like to come over to a party at her dorm room. She and some other girls were ordering some pizza and going to hang out together. I said yes.
I went there when I got off work and called up to her room. She came down to meet me. She was wearing the same miniskirt she had on an hour earlier but she’d changed into a cropped t-shirt, and I was looking closely to tell if she had on a bra or not. Isn't it strange the details that you especially remember? I decided that she didn’t. I was surprised when I went in her room and there were three other girls in there. One had on a skirt and two had running shorts and none of them had a top on. The two with the shorts were kissing and the other one was playing with their breasts. I don’t remember my reaction, but Laura (the host) told me that they’d already had their pizza. She got me some pizza and was talking to me while I ate the piece. I don’t remember anything she said. I couldn’t stop watching the girls kissing. I remember Laura asking if I’d kissed a girl before, and I told her no or shook my head. I don’t really remember. She gave me a beer with the pizza, and after I ate my piece and was still watching the girls, she asked if I’d like to kiss her. I kissed her briefly on the lips and she asked if that’s all I wanted. So I kissed her again and she put her tongue inside my mouth. That was the first time I’d kissed like that and I wanted it to last forever. It almost did. When she stopped, she asked if I liked to be in charge or not and if I wanted to take off her top or let her take off mine. What I most wanted was to see and touch her ass and finger her like I fantasized about but I was too nervous to tell her that. I took off her shirt and that was almost as good because I got to touch her breasts while we kissed again. When she shifted her weight, I put a hand on her thigh and started it moving up her leg while we kissed and I wondered to myself how far she would let me go. Dumb question because she turned so her skirt’s zipper was at my hands. I pulled down the skirt and she didn’t have on any panties. I was just staring and she must have pulled off my pants and my underwear but I don't remember that part. Then I was sitting with my hands face up on my legs and she sitting on my hands while we kissed. She didn’t wait for me. She was playing with my pussy and I liked it a lot so I played with hers and we kept kissing and we kept cumming. And I think that’s why I still prefer kissing and fingering more than anything else.
She and I made out all night while the other girls were in the other part of the room. I lost track of them. I also lost track of how long I was there but I knew it was dark outside and I had to get home. I hated to let go of her, and I think she hated to let me go, but I got dressed and went home and I was convinced that I wanted to do it again.
That’s my first story. The second one is a lot more wild and exciting but I’ll type that one next time.
My first time seems kind of plain and not so interesting. I was finishing HS and working in a clothing boutique for women. One of my jobs was to close up at the end of the day. We lived in a college town, and a college girl came in and was looking at party dresses. And it felt like she was chatting as much as she was picking out clothes. She was very pretty, and she picked out 3 dresses and went to try them on. She was the only customer and I was waiting near the dressing room and I heard her call me to come and help. That was odd but it wasn’t the first time I’d been asked to help someone. She had the first one on and asked if I would zip it up for her, and I did it. And she asked me to look at it and tell her which one she looked best in — especially her butt. She took that one off, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable because all she’s wearing were bright yellow bikini panties. She tried on the second dress and had me zip it. I loved that one. It was a deep, dark blue all covered with sequins. And she repeated it for the third dress. That was the shortest dress and the one I’d like to wear to a party. I told her that the second one showed off her figure and her butt the best, and I left and waited for her to come out. And she **** for it and left. I watched her walk out the door, and she was wearing a cute, dark red miniskirt, and I had kind of a tingle that I knew what she and her panties looked like under that skirt.
I was at home thinking how strange it had felt and that’s when I realized she’d been flirting with me. I kept thinking of how pretty her breasts were and I could have just reached out and felt them. And I told myself that that’s what she had wanted me to do - but I wasn't sure. I’d never touched another girl’s breasts or naked butt. The butt I especially kept thinking of how smooth it was and how it would have felt and I could have caressed it softly. And I thought of how my hand could slide down that butt to her thighs, and then move to her inner thigh, and then maybe one of my fingers could reach up and touch her pussy. And by that time, that’s what my own hand was doing to my body and it was the first time I ever masturbated thinking of a girl. And I felt very disappointed that I didn’t realize it while it was happening and missed my chance and promised myself never to miss out again.
I didn’t see her until a week and a half later on a Friday night. She came in at closing time. It’s stupid, but I remember thinking when she first walked in I wonder what color her panties are today. I felt that tingle again, and I was hopeful. She was looking at clothes, but I had that feeling that she wasn’t really interested in buying anything. And I was right. She asked me when I got off, which was soon, and if I’d like to come over to a party at her dorm room. She and some other girls were ordering some pizza and going to hang out together. I said yes.
I went there when I got off work and called up to her room. She came down to meet me. She was wearing the same miniskirt she had on an hour earlier but she’d changed into a cropped t-shirt, and I was looking closely to tell if she had on a bra or not. Isn't it strange the details that you especially remember? I decided that she didn’t. I was surprised when I went in her room and there were three other girls in there. One had on a skirt and two had running shorts and none of them had a top on. The two with the shorts were kissing and the other one was playing with their breasts. I don’t remember my reaction, but Laura (the host) told me that they’d already had their pizza. She got me some pizza and was talking to me while I ate the piece. I don’t remember anything she said. I couldn’t stop watching the girls kissing. I remember Laura asking if I’d kissed a girl before, and I told her no or shook my head. I don’t really remember. She gave me a beer with the pizza, and after I ate my piece and was still watching the girls, she asked if I’d like to kiss her. I kissed her briefly on the lips and she asked if that’s all I wanted. So I kissed her again and she put her tongue inside my mouth. That was the first time I’d kissed like that and I wanted it to last forever. It almost did. When she stopped, she asked if I liked to be in charge or not and if I wanted to take off her top or let her take off mine. What I most wanted was to see and touch her ass and finger her like I fantasized about but I was too nervous to tell her that. I took off her shirt and that was almost as good because I got to touch her breasts while we kissed again. When she shifted her weight, I put a hand on her thigh and started it moving up her leg while we kissed and I wondered to myself how far she would let me go. Dumb question because she turned so her skirt’s zipper was at my hands. I pulled down the skirt and she didn’t have on any panties. I was just staring and she must have pulled off my pants and my underwear but I don't remember that part. Then I was sitting with my hands face up on my legs and she sitting on my hands while we kissed. She didn’t wait for me. She was playing with my pussy and I liked it a lot so I played with hers and we kept kissing and we kept cumming. And I think that’s why I still prefer kissing and fingering more than anything else.
She and I made out all night while the other girls were in the other part of the room. I lost track of them. I also lost track of how long I was there but I knew it was dark outside and I had to get home. I hated to let go of her, and I think she hated to let me go, but I got dressed and went home and I was convinced that I wanted to do it again.
That’s my first story. The second one is a lot more wild and exciting but I’ll type that one next time.
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