When I was younger, I always had a thing for older guys... who the hell am I kidding? I still do!
One evening, while driving around in the city, eighteen-year-old me noticed an amazingly hot M-A-N on a red crotch rocket. I flashed my headlights at him as I signal I wanted him to pull over and talk. He looped back around and then pulled into the parking lot where I was at.
He literally sauntered off his motorcycle and walked up to my window. He was tall with a very athletic build, sandy blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes with a brilliant smile to match.
"Hello," he said in a deep and sexy voice.
I was instantly wet.
"Hi, I really like your motorcycle," I replied.
We talked for a few minutes and he offered me a ride on his motorcycle; I had never been on one before and happily agreed. He secured his helmet on my head and instructed me to climb on after he did and to wrap my arms tightly around his body. I complied. During our ride I felt him touch my hand, he moved it down so that my hand was now grabbing his impressive crotch.
I was shocked, but not turned off. He didn't say a word, he just did it.
After our ride we exchanged phone numbers. He rode off as I sat in my car dumbfounded.
"What the fuck just happened," I muttered to myself.
At 18 I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't exactly overly experienced either, especially with a man like this beautiful stranger I'd just met. My friends would never believe this. They all thought of me as a goody goody and probably thought I'd die a virgin... I was pretty good at keeping secrets.
The next couple of days passed by slowly and I couldn't stop thinking about this new and exciting beautiful stranger, Jack. It took three days, but he finally called! We talked for a couple of hours about everything from the weather to our favorite kind of music. Toward the end of our call, he gave me his address.
"I want you to come over tomorrow around one," Jack instructed. "I want some alone time with you."
"Um... okay, yeah, sure... I'll come over," I reluctantly stammered.
I was a bit naΓ―ve and most definitely in unchartered territory. I had a good feeling he wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't positive. I showered and shaved everything that I thought needed shaving, and put my curvy body into a pair of my favorite jeans and a snuggly fit shirt that did wonders for my breasts. I left my wavy long dark brown hair down and applied just a little bit of makeup.
"You can do this," I muttered to myself as I looked in the mirror. "You are a sex kitten, a sex goddess. You can totally do this."
My little pep talk at home didn't give me the confidence boost I had hoped for. My heart was pounding so hard on the 20 mile drive over to Jack's home I could hear it in my ears. I checked my reflection in the mirror and noticed how flushed my face was. I pulled in his driveway and took my time getting to his front door.
I knocked and waited for him to answer, I almost turned around to leave but then the door opened. Jack wore a smug smirk on his handsome face. He was wearing low slung faded denim jeans and was without a shirt. I didn't mind the sight at all, he had a beautifully cut body!
"I'm glad you came," he said.