Her Virginity #1

When a young woman asks you to take her virginity it's impossible to say no even if you have to travel all the way to Glasgow on a wing and a prayer

I got off the train not knowing if she would be there. Five hours is a long way to go on the off chance of sex. If she didn’t turn up, I wouldn’t even have a place to stay as she had booked the hotel.

I shouldn’t have worried, there she was, tall, taller than me, nervous, but smiling.

We had been talking on the phone, sexting, sharing fantasies and experiences, listening to each other cum for months. Now it was time for the real thing.

This was going to be a bit special, though, for both of us. Not because we were looking for a relationship—I was happily married after all—but because we were just in need of that bit extra. We had an open relationship, so it was fine.

It was going to be special, not because of romance or some huge overwhelming lust, but because she was still a virgin. She was not long out of school, but 18 still seemed a late start. I was nearly thirty. She’d not waited that long out of choice, she said, not really, because in her small town, almost a village, there wasn’t much choice and not much chance of keeping it secret.

She had masturbated endlessly and talked to guys on the phone in distant places. She knew she needed it. But not with anyone she’d grown up with, not with some married man whose kids she babysat for, although they tried, not her boss, who also had a go, and not with the loser guys her own age. They had stopped trying long ago.

So I was the lucky one. Although I did wonder if she perhaps did this every weekend, played the kink of being a virgin, and got some new older guy to drop everything and rush across the country to ‘help her out’. Well, I couldn’t blame her if she did! If I had been a young, beautiful woman, I might have had the same thought. ‘How far would they come? Take a plane, take days to get here? All for that naughty promise of untouched pussy.’

And I’ll tell you now there were no ‘telltale signs’, but then I wouldn’t have been able to tell you what to look for exactly, and the whole thing is steeped in myth. In the end, it’s sex with a hot woman, what else do you need?

So we met, shook hands! Then hugged. Then, finally, kissed. It was awkward, but my erection sorted that one out. She pressed against me, and I against her. Erections always clear the mind of obstacles. Which isn’t always a positive thing! But there you go, at that moment we no longer felt silly, the lust we’d learnt from each other in months of phone sex was back, and it was just a matter of getting to our room as quickly as we could.

The rest was a blur, but I knew we walked there, held hands in the lift rather than groping each other, and fuck did I want to, she had such big, pert breasts, but we were still a little unsure if the other was really as dirty as our dirty chat suggested.

In the room, there was a pause as we put bags down, checked it all out. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, and one of the most erotic experiences of my life began.

She was too nervous to simply take her clothes off and jump into bed. We kissed at the edge of the bed, her kneeling, me sitting, leaning slightly down to her. Her hands started to move over me, and eventually, we parted lips, and she started to focus on what she could feel underneath my jeans.