The traffic was terrible...we hadn't moved more than ten feet in the last half-hour... Yes, the traffic was terrible but the company was terrific!! There we were together, watching the scenery not going by - enjoying our conversation, enjoying listening to some great music on the car's stereo...laughing, talking, getting to know each other better...simply making the most of this time together.
As you might imagine, it wasn't too long before our conversation drifted easily into the 'intimate' side of our human nature and our relationship. At one point you asked me with a slight blush, why from time to time I mentioned my fantasy of making love to/with a virgin. Without hesitation, I told you quite simply...Honey, I really could not pinpoint where that "fascination" has it's basis - a couple of possibilities have sort of formulated in my mind but I can't seem to nail down the precise origin: (a) I've never made love to/with a virgin.. (2) Wondering what the actual physical sensation of going through a hymen would be like..[what is like from the feminine side?]... (III) Sharing a true "first" with someone so very special... (D) Maybe it's something as simple as the fact that my own loss of virginity was so remarkably unspectacular, un-special, and so damn far from romantic as to be disappointing. Pulling something from deep within (but somehow connected to III) it could also be that strong desire to be at that "first" stage and then with true emotion and affection, build a special relationship.
I then went on to briefly describe my loss of virginity in a whorehouse in Japan at age 19 when I was in the Navy...that the 'lady' involved could not have been more disinterested in how special I wanted the occasion to be...and that I've carried that disappointment with me for all these years. But I assured you then and there that it was not a fetish or such an overwhelming thought that it would ever affect our relationship in any way whatsoever! As I spoke, you continued to blush ever so slightly, and the sweet smile that was on your face was there only to hide a special secret.
Then, just like our first e-mail letters to each other, we started talking about our various likes and dislikes in making love: you again said that you truly enjoyed oral sex: both getting and giving - I interrupted you by telling you how much I was looking forward to gently spreading your labia and burying my face fully, lovingly deep in your pussy...sucking out every drop of your sweet juice and drawing your hardening clit into my mouth so that my tongue could swirl all around it...teasing it, loving it...letting you know by my actions that this was one of the most delightful aspects of our love-making.
Just my description of what I would be doing to you caused the heat to really start to build between those precious pussy lips and you could feel that moisture start to seep into all the folds and crevices of your vagina and then, as each moment passed, build to the point where you felt the crotch of your panties becoming progressively more soaked.
[All the while you were getting turned on, the secret that you hid only served to increase your excitement and passion. Recently, you had learned of a new ointment, a spin-off of major medical research, which was capable of regenerating certain types of skin under controlled circumstances. Secretly you had purchased a tube, carefully used it and, much to your delight had been able to 'grow' a brand new hymen. The process had not been without sacrifice since you had had to learn to use your 'friend' gingerly so as not to damage the new tissue. The process had been facilitated substantially by the fact that your vagina was already deliciously tight. Your daily self-examinations determined that your restored virginity was indeed finished and that your longed-for deflowering by me would be complete in every delectable detail…a gift you could give to me only and yet share in so entirely, so joyously.]
Watching you squirm in the seat, I knew that my words and the visions that were floating through your mind we indeed having a truly sexy effect on you.. And you, you were ever so glad that you had chosen to wear thigh-high hose instead of pantyhose...for you knew that before we got out of this traffic jam we were going to wind up doing some heavy-duty petting - at the very least - and you didn't want any more restriction than our clothes already created.
I drew you close to me and put your back against my shoulder so that you were in a semi-reclining position...it wasn't long before my hand was boldly sliding down inside the front of your blouse, exploring the lush globes of your magnificent breasts - running my palm softly over, under and around those sensitive orbs while my fingers sought out and then teased your budding nipples, rolling those nipples between my fingertips drawing them even further out and harder against the cups of your lacy brassiere. After a few minutes of this delightful exploring, I found the front clasp of that harshly restraining garment, undid the clasp with my one free hand and we then both relished the comfortable freedom your breasts now had underneath your blouse.
As time slowly moved on (and since the traffic wasn't moving), my exploration and teasing of your beautiful breasts was able to be accompanied by my kissing your neck – seeking out those 'special places' - and flicking my tongue over and around your earlobe. Between your moans and sighs of pleasure, you slyly shifted position so that you were in an even more relaxed and pronounced reclining position. This slight shift put your ever-moistening nude pussy within easy reach of my exploring and steering wheel-free right hand.
Given that new freedom and invitation, I soon seized the opportunity to add this more intimate and very personal exploration and stimulation... as my hand drifted down over top of your silky skirt to your knee, you felt not only the warmth of my hand, arm and body but also your increasing temperature. I began stroking the inside of your knee and slowly, ever so slowly - tenderly and gently, I started caressing the inside of your silky thighs - which you sensuously parted to allow me even more access and freedom of movement.
It wasn't long before my hand fully covered, stroked and teased your panty-clad pussy: I could feel the heat and moisture that was being generated underneath that filmy garment and we were both delighting in the sensations that my attention to your pussy was bringing to your entire body! As my middle finger was outlining your love-lips through your now-sopping panties, you tried to move your left arm in order to return the favor of some sensual stroking but the position you were in left you unable to reach me and so you were thus 'forced' to do nothing by lay there and enjoy the tingling sensations I was giving to you.