If you'd asked me a year ago what kind of things I'd like sexually, I wouldn't have much to tell you. I was fairly naΓ―ve - but then I met Amy and everything changed. My mind and my pussy were open to so many new experiences.
I wouldn't class myself as attractive, around five feet five, red hair, blue eyes and carrying a couple of extra pounds that I probably should get rid of. The only part of my body I really like is my eyes. Apart from all of that, I knew that if I were ever to meet someone, that they'd be in for something amazing - I know how to treat a girl right.
I'd met Amy through a dating website. We hit it off and started texting non-stop throughout the summer and I knew the day I got to look at her and touch her would be the best day of my life.
I was worried though, at 24 she had much more experience than I did sexually, and I was worried that I'd make a fool of myself.
I never believed that phone sex could be good, I always assumed that it never felt the same as actual sex, but Amy was about to show me how wrong I was.
One night she called me and half way through, she went quiet and after a few seconds, she said:
"What turns you on Izzy?"
"I don't really know to be honest, I haven't done a lot of stuff," I answered.
"Well what if I said I wanted to kiss you? Would you like that?"
"Yes"
"What if I wanted to touch your nipples?"
"What would you want to do to them?"
"I'd roll one between my thumb and forefinger, pinching you when it got nice and hard. Then I'd wrap my mouth around the other one, sucking and licking it and nibbling on it when you started to moan."
I sighed loudly at the thought of her mouth on my breasts.
"Aww does my baby like that? Does she like the thought of my tongue rolling around over her body, finding every crevice and planting small kisses? Does she like the thought of my fingers ever so gently caressing her body?"
All I could do was let out a whimper, every single part of my body shuddered, and I knew I had to have her. I had to know what it would be like to feel her skin, beneath my own fingertips.
"Fuck sake, you need to stop teasing me and meet me."
"Friday night, 6pm, you can pick me up. I'll text you my address."
The line went dead and she was gone. And I was left on my bed feeling excited that I'd gotten my date, and when I reached down, I noted my pants were soaked, she'd left me so fucking wet.
I had to look good, but I also had to have a plan. There was no way I wasn't fucking her tonight. I was inexperienced, but the weeks of teasing, and endlessly fingering my own cunt, had to come to an end. I wanted her, and I was damn sure I was going to get her.
I dolled myself up in a royal blue dress, my red hair flowed down past my shoulders and stopped just at my cleavage. God my tits looked good, I'd bought a matching blue underwear set, which at Β£60 was pricy, but made me look damn hot.
I'd booked a hotel room for us, and I'd tried to deal with any issues so that I could make the night run as smoothly as possible. My main concern would be that she had decided against sex, what if it wasn't what she wanted.
That though was soon quashed as she came out in a red pencil skirt and white blouse and the highest heels I'd ever seen.
"Hi babe," she said as she sat herself down in the passenger seat, I leaned over to kiss her cheek and say hello, and it was during this short exchange I felt her hand on my thigh, and I was pretty sure I would be tasting much more than Italian food tonight.
We went out for dinner and had a lovely meal, and as we walked back to my car, my heart began to pound, I knew that it was now or never, if I kissed her, we could go to that hotel and the night wouldn't end. Or if I wimped out, then she'd get in the car and I'd drive her home.
"Did you enjoy your meal?" I asked as we reached the passenger door.
"It was beautiful, the mushrooms were just to die for," She said smiling at me.
"That's good, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Is there anything you'd like to do now?" I asked.
"Hmm, maybe...why don't you come here and find out," Her smile changed to a grin as I walked forward and my mouth found hers.
Her lips were soft and the remnants of the red wine were still locked inside them. Her tongue met mine and soon I had her pressed up against the side of my car, my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me, I wanted to feel her. Our mouths explored each other for a few more minutes before she pulled away.
Breathlessly she said: "Is there somewhere we could go?"