Throughout high school I was a typical jock. I played football and basketball and dated a lot. Mostly though, I was interested in sports and beer. So, although I dated a lot I had never done anything more than some heavy making out in the back seat of my car.
Soon after graduation I joined the navy and was sent to San Diego for basic training. It was soon after that when I had my first experience...
I was traveling cross-country from San Diego to my assigned duty station in Norfolk VA and throughout the trip I had been having car trouble. Little things began to go wrong like my dashboard lights flickering, the electronic gages moving wildly and the radio turning on and off. These things didn't seem to effect how the car was running, so I continued on to Norfolk.
I got in the general area of Norfolk at about 1 am. About that time the entire electrical system in the car gave out, leaving me with no head lights. I pulled into a crappy little bar in Portsmouth, VA. and went inside to see if it would be ok for me to leave my car in the parking lot until morning.
When I walked in, I was so out of place. The bar was filled with rough and tumble biker-types who clearly did not appreciate having a newbie sailor in their midst. Being young and dumb, I shrugged it off and went up to the bartender to ask about leaving my car. She was in her mid-20's and very attractive but she had a hard edge about her. She was tall, about 5'-10" and had reddish-brown hair to the middle of her back. I noticed her tight jeans right away, and her tight white tank top... the uniform of a bar maid at this type of bar.
I explained my situation to her and she said it would be fine to leave the car. She asked me if I wanted a beer. It was right before closing time and I decided that I really had nothing better to do as I didn't need to check in until 8 am the next morning, and I still hadn't figured out how to get anywhere with no means of transportation.
As she made her rounds for last call, she asked me where I was going to go with no car. This was not the neighborhood to walk around in at 2 am. I told her I would probably walk the 5 miles to the base and check in with my ship. I suppose she sensed that I wasn't really sure what to do.
She asked if I wanted to stay at her place until morning, stating that I could call a tow company in the morning. Being rather inexperienced with women, it never crossed my mind that she may have other things in mind.
About 2:30 we left together and got in her car. She drove me to her house, which was about 10 minutes away. It was a dump, but I had seen worse. The exterior was run down and in need of both paint and carpentry. I figured that this beat any other offer I would probably receive that night so I just decided to make the best of it and figure something out in the morning. Walking in, she told me to have a seat on the sofa and she would get us a drink.
Again... I never suspected a thing.
She told me that she wanted to get out of her smoky bar clothes and that I should make myself comfortable. With that she turned and walked away. It was a classic move, making sure I was watching her with every step she took away from me.
I was sitting on the worn sofa in the living room watching her TV when she came back into the living room. She held a beer in her hand and was wearing short, short, shorts and the same tank top she had on in the bar. This time, however, it was obvious she had no bra on underneath. She took my breath away.
I could see her dark nipples under the material of the white tank top which was stretched tightly across her breasts. Her breasts were full, and swung loosely beneath the thin material with each movement of her body. She smiled at me, knowing what was going on in my head. She then sat "Indian-style" on the sofa facing me, the smile never leaving her face. I tried not to look at her, but she wanted me to look. Her shorts were pulled tight against her crotch, only a thin band of denim hiding the soft skin beneath. The cut-off edges of the shorts so tantalizingly close to the soft spot where her legs joined. My eyes traveled up and down her thighs, pausing to take in how smooth her skin looked. She smiled at me again, knowing I was excited by this sight.
I was sipping the beer, trying to catch glimpses up the legs of her shorts as she moved on the sofa. Finally, she simply took the beer from my hand and leaned forward, lightly kissing me. Not a word was spoken...
Her hand went to my chest, then slowly her finger tips traced downward to my belt. I was so nervous, sitting there, not moving. She smiled at me and moved to the floor, her body tight between my thighs. Never breaking eye contact with me, she undid my belt, then the button, then slowly lowered my zipper. I could hear each and every metallic sound as my zipper was lowered.
When she had my pants undone, she pulled on the thighs of my jeans. I knew she wanted them down. I moved my hands to the waistband and pushed my jeans down over my thighs; past my knees... she pulled my shoes off, then my pants. This left me wearing only a tee shirt, with this beautiful woman kneeling between my thighs.
I had never had oral sex before, but knew it was about to happen. She looked down at my now hard cock, and took it in her hand. She began slowly feeling its length, moving her hand up and down, and gently squeezing the shaft. Her thumb pressed against the underside as it moved up my now hard cock, milking the pre-cum to the head...
She wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock, leaving the head exposed. She looked up into my eyes, and lowered her head. I have the image of her head moving toward my cock burned in my memory.