A modern mature woman loses her virginity to a man she is very attracted to. Two stories of that great night of sexual awakening, the first from her viewpoint and the second from his.
Thanks to LarryinSeattle for editing.
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Kendra's Story.
My name is Kendra. I am a lucky girl. Keith is such a handsome successful man that he could almost have any girl. But he chose me. When we are out and about, I hold on to his arm so that all the women know he is my man. We have just been going out for a few weeks but they have been the greatest weeks of my life.
Let me tell you a bit about myself. Not that I am anything great but it will help you see why I am so lucky to be with a man like Keith. I am 22. I graduated from university just last spring on the Dean's list. I have always done well in school. I was never much into sports but I bike around since I can't afford a car. That keeps me fit. I am really shy around men. I studied so much that it left me almost no time for boys. I had dated a tiny bit but I was a virgin until I met Keith.
I started a new job early in the summer and that was where we met. My manager and I were having coffee in the lunch room and he mentioned that Keith MacLean from the management training department had been asking about me, personal types of questions. I had noticed Keith around our office, what woman wouldn't. He was handsome, tall and in great physical shape with a confident manner. He's a few years older than me, young and virile. According to my manager, he was also a rising star in the company.
From that day on, I kept an eye on him and I noticed that he would lock eyes with me and give me a brilliant smile. I couldn't help but smile back, never imagining a great guy like him would ever ask me out. But one day he came up to me and confidently said, "Hi, my name is Keith MacLean. How would you like to go out with me on Friday night?"
I was a bit flustered and blushed but managed to reply, "Yes, I'd like that."
"Okay," he replied, "Email me your contact information on the company intranet and I'll send you mine with the time I'll pick you up. Is dinner OK?" And off he went, leaving me standing there on cloud nine.
What did he see in me? Sure, many good looking guys have asked me out but I'm too busy to get involved. They all said I was pretty and of course my folks think I'm beautiful but I just don't feel like I am. Let me describe myself. I'm about five foot seven and I have a slim build but certainly not boyish. In the last year or so, my hips have taken a more womanly shape. I weigh about a hundred and twenty pounds. My breasts are one of my best features. They are a 36B cup. Keith really likes them. My hair is light brown and I leave it long and naturally curly down to my shoulders. I'm not much into makeup or sexy types of clothes, more into natural, traditional styles. Thank goodness, Keith likes the natural look too. I prefer nice dresses to jeans. I think women should be feminine. My dad calls me a 'girly-girl'. I like that. Keith complements me when I wear high heels, saying they make my bum and legs look great. I try to wear them whenever we're together.
The last few weeks have been a real sexual awakening for me. Like I said, I was a virgin before Keith. The first date I had with Keith was at a great restaurant. I wasn't going to waste my chance with a catch like Keith by not looking my best on the first date. I wore my best, colorful summer dress with a bold, happy pattern of flowers and a broad white patent leather belt around my thin waist. It was shoulderless with a nice amount of cleavage without being slutty. I even bought a new matching pink, silk panty and bra set. I decided that I'd go as far sexually as he wanted. This date was my best chance at being with a great guy like Keith. I blush when I tell you that I even had to decide what to do with my light coating of brown pubic hair. I had never shaved it. There was never a reason. Of course, I trim the sides for wearing a swim suit and I decided to leave it natural in case Keith liked it that way and just shaved the sides.
The day of my date, my mind was in the clouds and I blushed whenever I imagined him touching me. Kendra, I thought, you are old enough. It's time to lose your virginity and become a real woman. I was ready and willing to do anything he desired.
He picked me up at the entrance to my apartment building in his nice new car and off we went to a fancy restaurant. The smell of the leather upholstery was very masculine. As we walked from the parking lot to the restaurant, I latched onto his arm. When I did that, he stopped, looked down at me with those gorgeous eyes, and smiled. I smiled back a bit sheepishly and looked down. He put his hand over mine and we walked silently to the restaurant.
The meal was super. He told me about his interesting life and I shared mine. I couldn't help stare at his full lips as he talked and several times I lost track of what he was saying. As often as I could, I would say things like, "What ever you think, Keith" or "You sure know what's best." I wanted him to know that I'd follow his lead whatever he decided. I even let him choose my meal for me. When we finished our meal and Keith ordered us coffee, I went to the girl's room and put on perfume, "Like a Virgin", by Madonna. It seemed appropriate and it had a very strong, flowery scent. I crossed my fingers and hoped that Keith would like it. It surprised me that the crotch of my panties were soaking wet from my love juices. That had never happened before.
When we were finishing our coffee, I can't believe it but I actually got brave enough to reach over and put my hand on his. What must he think of me to be so forward? But it felt so nice to touch his skin. I had wanted to touch him all night. When our eyes met across the table, he smiled a knowing smile and the sexual energy that past through me made me squeeze my knees together as my girlie parts felt a surge of passion. A hot blush crossed my face and down my neck. He must have thought I was such a silly girl.
As we walked arm-in-arm in the night towards the car, he said, "This has been a wonderful evening, Kendra. I guess I should take you home now?"
I gulped and said, "Whatever, you think is best, Keith." And gave his arm a squeeze.
I hoped he got my message that if he wanted to take me back to his place, it would be okay with me. Like a gentleman, he opened my door and then got into the drivers side. I was sad that he didn't seem to get my hidden meaning. When I got in, my dress rose up to show a lot of thigh but I left it like that hoping he would enjoy the view and maybe take me to his home. I felt I was losing my chance but couldn't bring myself to ask him outright.
Before turning on the engine, he turned to me in the dark and said, "That perfume is really nice." The sexual energy in the air was overwhelming.
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it. I bought it just for you." I was frantically thinking, "Please, please, take me. I want to be yours."
Silently, he leaned towards me for a kiss and that burst a dam in my calm act. I mashed my lips to his and gave a little groan of passion. I couldn't help it. I had been holding back so many new urges. I didn't care that he might think I was a tramp. I just had to taste him. He was an incredible kisser. Our tongues danced together instinctively and I swooned and moaned as waves of new sensations rolled through my body. It was all instinct and not an act.
Our lips parted. I could hear myself panting when he said deeply and with authority, "We're going to my place." I took his hand in mine and kissed it several times as my sign of complete submission. He moved his hand to the stick-shift and backed out of the parking stall and burned some rubber surging forward. I put my hand on his again. The car couldn't go fast enough for my taste. I wanted to be in his home and in his arms as soon as possible. I could not believe how my cunny was starting to gush love juice and throb in an urgent way. The primal part of my brain was taking control and sending new feelings of urgency forwards to instinctive but dangerously erotic delights. This must be what it's like to be a woman totally in love and wanting to give herself entirely to her man.