First Real Sexy Kiss

As our lips met, the kiss deepened with a fervent urgency, as if drawing breath from one another. His hand, tentative at first, traced a path like a whisper up my leg, venturing beneath my skirt with a reverence reserved for unexplored treasures. The suspenders, a secret adornment chosen for their delicate lace and the promise they held, lay against my skin—a declaration of my own desires. His fingertips brushed the silken straps, his breath catching at this novel discovery.

The air was charged with the electric hum of first experiences. His admission, a murmur against my lips, acknowledged the uniqueness of our connection, with suspenders as a symbol of unveiled secrets and unspoken fantasies. I had chosen them not for presumption, but for the power they lent me—the empowerment of feeling desirably unguarded and entirely myself.

It was an awakening, a celebration of new beginnings and uncharted pleasures, with his touch as my guide. The anticipation of his explorations sent a shiver of excitement through me, an eagerness for the dance of intimacy to continue in a rhythm known only to us.

And though I stood at the threshold of a realm unknown, my innermost self untapped and unclaimed, the certainty of my choice resonated within me. I was not defined by others' words, but by my own unspoken truths, emboldened to experience the unfolding of passion in its purest form.

I had high hopes with Joel. So in Joel's car parked on Toorak Road outside a pub we kissed. He felt around under my skirt and then he did it – he fingered my virgin virgina. 

Joel fingered me with one hand and felt my breasts with his other hand and kissed me madly. I, in return, had one arm around his neck and with the other hand massaged his thighs until I reached his cock and then I squeezed it till it grew hard. He groaned softly with pleasure. I was wet and filled with lewd excitement.

We continued caressing each other for a while. The windows steamed up till we could not see through them. Then we parted. I drove home in my car very wet. 

I was 18, a late bloomer, never been fucked, but desperate to feel a real cock inside me, masturbatory fantasies only went so far. I always felt that I wanted to have sex with Joel but he never would. He wanted his girlfriend on her return to Australia. But could I convenice him otherwise. Tempt him with my hot little virgin pussy and arse... To be continued 😘