I told him to work his hands gently, smoothly up and down my back, to explore me, but respectfully. I was wearing a really short black skirt, which showed my long legs very well and he kept looking at them and gently stoking my thigh. He was a natural I was sooo wet I climbed onto his lap straddling him; I was rocking back and forth on hard crotch. I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I knew I was leaking through onto his trousers.
I apologized and suggested it would be better if he took off his pants. Which he immediately did, oh God he had a beautiful body. There I am, 30 years old with a suspected virgin male, a hot, young virgin male in his underwear and me rubbing my crotch up and down on his cock through his tighty whities. I had dreamt of moments like this and played with myself thinking about it but never did I imagine that it would really happen.
I told him it would feel better if we pulled our undies away to the side or off so we could rub closer but I had to warn him, very clearly, not to put his huge beautiful cock inside me and then I rubbed my wetness all over his eager cock.
Rocking back and forth just that contact and the kissing I had at least 2 orgasms. I would rub, explode, calm down, and make out then he would fondle and suckle at my now bared breasts and we would start up again
I was so nervous. I was shaking with excitement and then I started to play with his cock in earnest. Rubbing his big shaft, licking it, I didn’t put the head in my mouth but I did lick the pole and his balls over and over. I don’t know why I didn’t give him a proper blowjob, to this day I don’t know why. So I continued to stroke and lick. I could tell it felt sooo good and he was rock hard that I thought he would burst all over my face. Still he didn’t cum.
I said to him, breathless to show me how he did it when he was alone and I would show him how I took care of myself. We were on the van seats soaking from our sex looking into each other's eyes, he with an almost maniacal look, me with my hands furiously rubbing my pussy and clit, gyrating on my own hand. We were masturbating, and kissing each other, long wet sloppy kisses, I asked him to tell me when he was ready to cum. Oh I was going wild watching this hot young stud jerk his cock right in front of my eyes.
When he did finally cum it was like a waterfall and I cupped her hands over the head of his beautiful cock as he drained his balls. There was so much and he shot so hard, I couldn't keep it all in my hands; he groaned, some shot through onto the window, he groaned again and the rest just spilled out. He was growling like an animal.
After when had to go back into the hall I could barely walk my legs were shaking so hard and he seemed to be in much the same condition. His buddy gave me a knowing look, more like a leer in retrospect, when we walked back into the still (thank goodness) empty lobby.
I never saw him again but I still think back on that night, the night I got to share with a young beautiful man. I still get hot thinking about him, and wish I’d had the nerve to fuck him. Maybe someday there will be another dance and he will be there, and maybe he’ll remember me, I won’t hold back this time if I get a second chance.
