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My 0th TimeSo, one of the things people asked me to write about was my first time. Which is a logical point to start I guess 😛 But the start of my “adventures” is a weird, sometimes kind of awkward, tale with a long lead in. So this story is more like my 0th time. Focused on sex, but not quite there yet. Hopefully you won’t mind this introductory tale, since you sort of need it to fully understand my actual first time. I´ll try to put that one up a little quicker. (No promises though, I also have a Masters degree to finish :P)The story really starts shortly after my 18th birthday, halfway through my last year of high school. Which might surprise some of you, but you should know I was a real shy, nerdy girl throughout high school, who didn’t ever go out drinking or clubbing, and who never got asked out. I was already interested in sex, and already knew I was bisexual (I was a swimmer for many years, and, well… you can only be around hot women in bathing suits for so long before you start noticing things…), but so far all that had come of that was a sizable collection of pictures downloaded from the net.But now I was 18 and I felt I had to do something. And through my visits to porn sites I was familiar with the adds for sexdating sites. So I gathered up all my courage and created an account. You can probably guess what happened next. 18 year old virgin looking for her first time? I had 100+ messages before I had even uploaded a picture! Most of them where one line messages like “Want to fuck?” or “Can I come over now?”, but there were also a few along the lines off “Let me **** you!”, “I want to dominate you!” and “I’ve got GHB come over now!”. The result? I immediately deleted my account and didn’t return to the website for about half a year.Pro tip: If you are looking for a woman on a sexdating site, make sure your first message is something nice and polite! Not only will you stand out from the crowd, but you probably won’t scare off any new girls! Okay, back tot he story.After that first, less than stellar, foray into sexdating I would probably never have returned to it, if in my first year of university I didn’t meet… let’s call her “M”. M was very open about her love- & sexlife, which involved polyamory, BDSM, sexdating and a whole lot more. One time, over drinks (I’m still not someone who goes clubbing, but sometimes I do stick around after debate club or, in this case, music practice), I asked her about sexdating. I told her I had created a profile just to see what it was like (not that I was seriously looking, I didn´t dare fess up about that yet, not even to her!), and about the responses I had gotten. She confirmed tunceli escort that my experience wasn’t unique, but said that through liberal usage of the “block account” option you could weed out the real bad eggs, and that if you were willing to wade through the chaff you could get some fantastic experiences from it. It still took me weeks to gather up enough courage again, but I knew what I had to do. (I mean, I was still nerdy and virginal and not getting asked out, but now I was in university! Something had to be done quickly! At least, that’s what I felt at the time.)So I went to work. Made a new account, got swamped with messages once again. I blocked all the real assholes and creeps, ignored everyone who didn’t say anything interesting… then blocked all the people who initially had just not said anything interesting but then suddenly got abusive when they didn’t get a response… until finally my inbox was mostly filled with nice people who at least piqued my interest. From that point on I got into a pretty much permanent process of gathering courage to make the next step: to send messages back. To give people my MSN account (this was in the last days of that chat program.) To show my face on cam. To masturbate on cam… All in all another few months had passed before I met up with someone.Let’s call him… “B”. B was a single man who lived in the next town over. He was in his late 40’s. Quite the age difference, but I never much minded that, and at the time I had actually sort off fetishized the idea of having an older sex “teacher”. While chatting he struck a good balance between showing interest in me beyond sex and keeping the conversation exiting and sexy. He was bisexual as well, thus we had some great conversations about what that was like. And while he made it clear that I would always be welcome to come over, he seemed content if things never moved past chatting and the occasional picture, so he never appeared pushy or desperate. All of that endeared him to me, so when I finally felt I was ready it was him who I suggested a meet up to.That night I told my parents, who I still lived with at the time, I would be going to a friend, and drove my bike to the parking lot where we had agreed to meet up. For a moment I stood there, lost in the darkness, but then one of the cars’ lights flashed. My heart was already thumping loudly, but at that it jumped! I walked over, and B opened the door.“Hi there! Do you want to get in? Hihi!”In hindsight, that was the moment it all went wrong. He had a much higher voice than I had imagined! And what was that weird giggle he had? Of course, those are urfa escort very minor things that wouldn’t bother me today, but try to put yourself in my situation. I suddenly realized I had agreed to meet up with someone whose voice I had never even heard! And if that wasn’t what I imagined, what else would be different? Right then and there I went from “tense-but-excited” to “too tense to enjoy myself”. But I continued on anyway, hoping my nerves would still somewhere along the way.While we drove to his house he tried to make small talk, but all I could say was things like “yes”, “no”, “good”, “sure”… I nearly froze when he put his hand on my leg for a moment, and again when he gave me a little tap on my bum when I entered his house. While there he gave me something to drink, offered my cookies and chocolate, continued to try and get a conversation going… but I was still stuck in monosyllabic-mode.Eventually, I think, he figured he would try to de-thaw me by moving to the shared interest that had brought us together: sex. He asked me if I minded if he got a bit more comfortable. I nodded, not really realizing what he meant. I’m sure I let out an audible gasp when he got up and took his pants off.There it was. The first erect penis I had seen in real life. Of about average size, though back then I thought it was huge. IT was pointing straight at me. I still couldn’t say anything, but I sure did stare!“You can touch it if you like.”So I touched it. And I do just mean touching it. I held it in my hand for a few moments, but then let go again, far too scared to make the jerking motion I knew you were supposed to make.“Why don’t you get more comfortable as well?”Again I nodded meekly and took of my shirt. He got on his knees before me and undid my jeans. Suddenly I was sitting there in my undies, with a naked man in front of me. I shuddered as his hand passed over my body, starting at the top of my chest, quickly squeezing on of my breasts and then passing downward, ending up resting between my legs. He made some joke about how usually people didn’t wear panties to meetings like these, and hooked his fingers around the edge of mine. He looked at me, and when I didn’t refuse him he pulled them down. He stuck out his tongue and so my first real sexual experience began. I still remember the thrill of feeling him slide a finger in, and how shocked I was when he spat for lubrication.That lubrication was sorely needed though, because I was dry as dust myself. I was far too tense to be able to get excited. Soon B choose a different tactic, and suggested watching porn together. He put on something he figured I’d escort bayan like, with lots of men fucking each other, and sat down next to me. He put one arm around my shoulder, playing with himself with the other. As I laid there, cuddled up to him, idly playing with myself as well, I quickly lost interest in the movie and focused instead on the penis right in front of me. I finally calmed down a little. Turns out a bit of tenderness and intimacy goes a looooooong way for me. But that was as good as it was going to get, and when I felt comfortable enough I suggested that maybe it would be better if I went home soon, and that maybe we could do more if I was more relaxed in the future. He agreed, but asked whether it would be okay if he finished himself off first. When I actually managed to say yes to that with a smile on my face, he decided to push his luck a little further, and asked whether he could finish on my breasts. I turned red as a beet, but agreed nonetheless.After that it didn’t take long for him to tell me to sit up straight as he stood up and moved to a position before me. The image is still etched in my memory. Him standing there, looking down at me, panting heavily, jerking off with his penis aimed directly at my breasts. Me sitting there, not daring to move a muscle. With a huge moan, almost a roar, he came. Semen splashed on my chest and a little on my chin (always difficult, aiming at the moment of climax!) My first time seeing someone else orgasm in real life and my first cumshot. Part of me wanted to burst out laughing over how silly it all felt. Another part of me was curious about this substance I had seen so often in porn but never in real life, and wanted to scoop it up from my nipples and taste it. Maybe my tongue could’ve just reached the bit on my chin… In the end I just sat there until he had regained his composure, and asked for a towel.The return journey was much more relaxed than before, and we actually managed to get a conversation going about the weather! When I got home I quickly walked to my bedroom, so I didn´t have to explain to my parents why I had come home from that friend I was supposedly staying with so early. And so I didn’t have to show my face. I had cleaned up in B´s bathroom, but I did not want to risk seeing anyone in case I had missed a little bit. It wasn’t until the next few days that my nervousness truly disappeared, and only the hotness of the memory of what I had done remained. Hornyness completely took over. If at all possible I stayed in my room, didn’t bother getting dressed. My (back the pretty small) collection of toys did overtime as I fantasized about B kissing me, licking me, fucking me… me sucking off him… As this went on I slowly build up the courage to ask him for another meeting… but then all of a sudden a guy from university asked me out, and my story took a little detour…But maybe I should tell you about that next time…
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