Gretchen had been thinking about letting a virgin fuck her. First times had come up in conversation in an online chat room she enjoyed and she was fascinated and aroused by the thought of being the first cunt, the first ass a man feels wrapped around his cock. She had been playing more and more online since the divorce. Men seemed interested in chatting with her, in hearing about her sexual desires. She had offers for more, but wasn't sure about someone met online. Someone she could find locally, though, was a different story. It had been too long since her pussy had felt a real cock...and a virgin cock offered an erotic fantasy.
"But how do I find a virgin to play with...a legal one, anyway?" she wondered aloud in a soft voice. She glanced around, but no one was near her desk at work. She suddenly remembered that her coworker Eileen had a son at the local university – maybe he can point me in the right direction, she thought...but I have to be very discrete.
Using the excuse of researching some programming issues, Gretchen ask Eileen if maybe Brendan could help find some reference books. After Eileen passed along his phone number, Gretchen and Brendan arranged meet at a coffee shop near campus.
The day of the meeting, Gretchen dressed carefully, wearing a tailored brown skirt and a light cream blouse – of course, the skirt was cut to mid thigh and barely covered the top of her thigh-high stockings, her heels over four inches high, and she wasn't wearing any panties. If I sit just right, she thought with a wicked smile, maybe he'll get a surprise when he looks up my skirt. Her blouse was very thin, so she wore a bra, but the one she chose was sure to push them up and hug them in delicate pace. I want to give the impression of high class sex, she thought, turning in front of her mirror, a woman who is looking for a good time, but not the local beer keg scene.
She was sitting at a table by the windows, watching people stroll by and sipping hot tea when he sauntered in. "Miss Gretchen," he asked, smiling when she turned to look at him. God, he's hot, she thought, her eyes unconsciously wandering up and down his body, noting the tight muscles, the long legs...and I'll bet those long fingers would feel good on my body. Gretchen stood up with a smile.
"Brendan?" She held out a hand and he took it...but lifted it up to kiss her fingers with a wink. What a player...she felt a little quiver in her pussy. With her heels, she was close to his height and could look directly into his bright green eyes.
"Mom didn't mention you were so...classy," he grinned, gesturing to the table. She sat carefully, letting her skirt inch up, and Gretchen hid a smile as his eyes sharpened when he caught a glimpse of the lacy top of her stockings. He sat down across the table and signaled the woman at the counter for a drink. "So what can I help you with?"
"Well...I feel a little nervous asking you this," Gretchen played up the breathiness in her voice, the trembling hesitation, knowing it would make him hot, "But I thought you would know." The woman from the counter brings him coffee. After she leaves, Gretchen leans a little closer to him, seeing his eyes drop to look down her blouse. "And you can't mention the details to your mother."
She can see his curiosity is peaked, that he's interested, and she'd bet money he was getting hard. "Anything I can do to help, Miss Gretchen," he said. Miss Gretchen, just the name made her feel hot.
I feel like I'm being so naughty, hunting for younger men, she thought.
Gretchen leaned her arms on the table, pressing her breasts against them as she kept her voice low and seductive. "I'm guessing you would know someone...a young man...who has not had sex with a woman before," she murmured, seeing his eyes widen a moment in surprise and then narrow, "Someone of legal age, mind you, but someone who would be interested in...new experiences." Gretchen felt her skin flush hot and heard the change in his breathing, knowing he was aroused by the thought. She looked over as a man passed their table, but looked back to Brendan when the man kept moving.
"Is this person...for you?" he asked, his voice also low, but with an edge. He shifted in his chair and she wished she could see his lap, see the bulge of his cock. Gretchen gave a little nod. "If you want hot sex, Miss Gretchen, I can handle that for you." As he spoke, he leaned towards her and his eyes promised she would cum hard. Gretchen felt her nipples tighten, her pussy grow slick.
"I believe you could make me cum, Brendan. I'll even grant that you could make me cum multiple times and scream with pleasure," she purred. "I do love cock though and I'm sure yours would be memorable...maybe after I enjoy one of your friends?" She felt even more wicked, planning another encounter for after she would seduce a virgin. If only her ex husband could see her now.
He turned his hand so his fingers could stroke her palm. "You're very open about your needs, Miss Gretchen," he growls, "I've never met someone like you."
Gretchen laughed, delighted with him. "I'll bet," her voice was light, but soft as she leaned forward again. The stroke of his fingers sent hot bursts straight to her cunt, making her quiver inside. "Do you know anyone who can meet my...inexperienced requirements, Brendan?"
"I believe I do," he grinned, his finger making thrusting motions against her palm. Gretchen flushed and shivered, her pussy aching for cock, her breasts tight and heavy with need. As her eyes meet his, she realized he was aware of her response...and that it made him hot too. "But there's a catch."
"There's always a catch," Gretchen murmured, her breathlessness not faked this time. Maybe she should just have a taste of Brendan first...I'm horny enough to take him right here in the coffee shop, she thought, amused. Wouldn't that raise eyebrows if I were to mount him right now and ride his cock until I cum...or until he does? The thought sent shivers through her and his fingers tightened on her hand.
"I have three requirements," he whispers, leaning close, his eyes dark and hot, "If you agree to them, I'll provide you with a virgin to play with. A handsome, tasty virgin boy for Miss Gretchen's pleasure." A shudder went right through her and he made a wordless noise of lust.
"What requirements?" Gretchen was ready to promise anything to get out of the coffee shop. She needed to be alone, to stroke herself until she came, to sob with the release of this tension inside her.
