Though I'm married to my husband now, in our first encounters we were simply boyfriend and girlfriend, and so that's why I put this under erotic couplings. There's no hardcore sex here, but there is encounter of the sexual kind. This occurred back when we had just graduated high school and it was our summer before college. We were working at the college for the summer.
The first couple days at our summer job was pretty typical. You try to get a feel for the land, try to see what the people are like, test the waters to see what you can get away with, but overall nothing too special.
It was two weeks into our summer job that my boyfriend and I decided to meet up before work so we could spend time together. We still lived with our respective parents, and mine were especially strict, that I couldn't really go out with my boyfriend. Yes we were both over 18, but I respected my parents and their rules and f they wanted me home at a decent time (before the sun starting going down) I listened.
My boyfriend's parents, however, would let him stay out as late as he wanted to. The fact that we weren't gonna get paid until the end of the summer was also a bummer. No money meant no gas. So we spent our time together in the early mornings before work.
Being the little adventurer, my boyfriend eventually found us a secluded room where we could stay. Most of the time we were the first to arrive at the student break/study room (I forgot what it was called), since we were the ones to turn on the lights ourselves. Occasionally we would look into the room only to see some people had already hogged it. Those damn studious people! But on the days we had it to ourselves we took advantage.
It first started with him and me making out. We hadn't had intercourse yet, though we did have lots of heavy petting, and even some stroking and fingering.
Now the following is all approximated, but it is basically all chronologically true, and for those of you who haven't read my other stories, my husband and I are of Latin descent, me with my sun-kissed complexion, him a little darker. I'm a petite woman, with good C sized breasts on small frame, which make them look bigger, and a good sized butt also. My husband is kinda the athletic type, having been in sports all his life, and is about a foot taller than me.
The first time we really took advantage of our discovery, we seriously made out. I pounced on him and he caught me. What we loved most about this room is a little 'hidden' cubby to the right side of the door. When you walk thru the door you see pretty much a big room in front of you. On the right side, however, there was a little nook that you had to round the corner to get to. Vending machines were located there on one wall, and of course in front of the vending machines was open space. This is where you would have found us if you had been a student at this college that summer.
So there I was embraced in my lover's arms, him holding me up by hugging me, his arms around my back, me with my hands on the sides of his face, holding it so I could smooch all over him. We pretty much spent that 'first' day kissing each other. I was always worried we'd go to work smelling like saliva, but no one ever complained.
The second day was similar to the first, except he lowered his hands so it was between my pants and my shirt, in the little area that appears when you raise your arms above your head. He was sweet, taking it slow.
Then the third week we were now dry humping each other. It first started with us standing up. He'd bend down a little, his rock hardness pressing against me, making me feel very good. Remember, I had already stroked him to satisfaction and he had already fingered me to explosion, but that happened months before and in a secluded part of a park. Though my parents were strict, they did allow me to stay out late on certain occasions, like Prom and Homecoming, and that's when we did the nitty gritty.
Feeling his hardness pushing against me felt so good, and the fact that we were still testing the waters to see what we could get away with was even more exciting. See, it wasn't like we got in and had the whole room to ourselves for the full hour. No, we would go in and HOPE we had it to ourselves. Many times, I'd say one out of three times, somebody did come in. But we were horny, and just because one day we almost got caught did not mean we were gonna stop the next day. We needed to get further faster, but still do it in a way that would allow quick recovery.
Dry humping, though, good at first, was quickly not becoming enough.
