I met Silvi, a young Lebanese Christian girl while working at the plant. She had recently started and I had a chance to talk to her explaining part of her job. She started talking to me on breaks and at lunch. She was a cute but shy girl from a strict family, the extent of her experience with sex was slow dancing in the school gym and kissing a boy on the dance floor. Her parents did not allow her to date in high school, but now that she was an adult in the workforce they gave her consent.
I was five-nine and she was about four inches shorter. She was smart, but not very knowledgeable about current events or the world. Her parents sheltered her and kept her mostly at home when she was not at school. She had a petite body with nice mounded breasts. She dressed conservatively, but she couldn't hide her breasts or the curve of her ass in her jeans. She was interested in me, but she was a virgin with very little experience, so I never told her about my past. After flirting with her for weeks, she agreed to go to the movies with me.
I took her to a drive-in. It was early spring, and the car was cooling off into the night. She had a nice sweater on, but I was getting cold. I folded my arms across my chest, and she noticed and asked me "Are you ok?"
I told her I was cold. The distance between us disappeared and we spent the second half of the movie making out. She was light, so I easily held her in my arms as she straddled my leg and kissed me. We didn't say a word and kept kissing and moving against me until the end credits of the movie started. I knew she was a virgin, so I kept my hands out of her sweater and only casually brushed up against her breasts to feel them. They were two nice grapefruits under that thick sweater. I had my hands on her back, but I would move them and feel the shape of her curvy ass in her jeans. She was pushing against my hardon, but she acted like she didn't know it was there. The stereotype of steamed windows is definitely true. When the movie ended, she moved away from me and asked me to take her home.
As I stopped in front of her house she said, "You planned that."
"Planned what?"
"To get me in your car and take advantage of me."
That was how our date ended, with a strange accusation. I think she had guilt over making out with me. I am sure her mother had warned her about boys and their manipulations.
I was very pleased with the date until her accusation. I had never kissed a girl for so long, and never wanted to, it always led to something else, but the kissing was the point with Silvi, she enjoyed it so much. I suppose because she barely had a chance to do it before. Every time I stopped kissing her and looked towards the screen she would start up again. When I pointed out that the movie had ended a strong change came over her. I didn't understand it. I thought that might be our first and last date.
The first days back at work she barely talked to me but then she asked me to take her out again. Our dates didn't feature any alone time, which I think was by her design. Nor did I meet her parents. When we did date, she just wanted to hold hands or walk with my arm around her shoulder. I did that for a couple dates. One time, we were walking with my arm around her shoulder I could see into her blouse and I enjoyed the shape of her breasts. Her bra was slack and I saw her nipple. Small pleasures.
After nothing but short kisses, one day at a quite place in the park, I kissed her forcefully and put my hand against her chest feeling the shape of her tits through her shirt. She froze up. I stopped kissing her when she did not respond. When I dropped her off, she said she felt 'like a piece of meat.'
I just about had it. Although I knew from our first date that she could feel passion, she was just not allowing herself to let go. So, I stopped talking to her. After a week, she came up to me and said, "I thought you liked me."
I told her I wasn't interested in holding hands and kissing her on her cheek.
I wish I had met another girl, but without anything else to do I ended up taking her on another date. I told her she had to relax and not guilt me or we couldn't date. I deliberately took her parking and to my surprise she started making out with me with the same passion she had on our first date. We grinded against each other and I was sure she could feel my erection. She straddled my legs and dragged her hips up and down pressing the crotch of her jeans against the top of my leg. The longer we grinded the wilder her kisses became. I shifted her upward as she was grinding and pressed my face up against her tits in her shirt. Then it happened. She orgasmed. It was like no other orgasm I experienced. Her body shuddered. I felt her erect nipples against my face through her shirt. She didn't complain when I grabbed her ass. She made strange little noises. It went on and on for so long I wasn't sure if it was an orgasm or something else. When she finally rolled off me, she was flushed and sleepy looking. She kissed me a few more times and then told me that she was already late to get home. She didn't acknowledge the massive bulge in my pants.
I was addicted. I loved her orgasm. The slow build up, the reluctance, she even said a couple of times "we should stop", but she didn't. The older woman I had dated and my girlfriend from the past never orgasmed so wildly. With Silvi, the endless rubbing and French-kissing led to an orgasm without direct physical stimulation other than what she got through her jeans. It was pure magic.
But how did I feel after going home? I was hard the entire time and it felt strange when I got home. I went from semi-erect to hard every time I thought of her. Finally I decided to masturbate, but it was a mistake. I had a strained orgasm. My dick was sore to the touch after.
The next time I got her alone we kissed for a long time. Her breathing changed and she lifted her head and she said "we have to stop." I held her gently and kissed her cheek, then her nose, then her eyebrows. She put her lips against mine. We kissed slowly but after a few minutes our tongues were exploring each other's lips and she started dragging her hips back and forth over my leg. I could tell she was getting close. I felt her tits under her shirt but over her bra. I grabbed at her ass. I slid my fingers around her ass and along the front of her jeans as she grinded. She wouldn't stop, and she didn't complain. She started to orgasm breathing into my mouth rather than kissing, but after a minute she seemed to stop and she started kissing again, then a few minutes later she started again. As I held her breast in my hand she jerked her crotch against the bulge in my pants. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes. The whole time I was attuned to her body. I felt every vibration, every sharp breath. There was no doubt this time. She left a wet spot on my jeans.
On the drive home, she started to complain. "What we were doing was wrong. You I should keep your hands out of my shirt. I feel dirty."
"It was just kissing." I lied. She had no answer to that, she wasn't going to admit what really happened. When she got out of the car at her house there was enough light to see that the crotch of her pants was wet.
When I got home my dick seemed a little red. I decided not to masturbate. I got through the night without a wet dream but as I was waking up I started to remember Silvi panting on top of me. It was throbbing and after holding it gently for a while and remembering how she dragged her hips along my leg, I grabbed my shirt from the night before and stroked myself until I shot a massive load into it.
She must have known what she was doing to me. Then again, she had no experience. In between dates I would see her at work and whisper into her ear how gorgeous she was.
On our next date, I undid her bra. First, she complained and put it back on, but as she got closer to orgasming, I unhooked it again and I gently played with her little mounds and massaged her nipples with my fingers under her shirt. This time she didn't orgasm twice, just one long powerful orgasm and a shout into my ear. This time I pointed out the wetness between her legs, she said it must be 'sweat'.
Three time now, she had orgasmed on our date and acted completely innocent. Was it possible that she didn't even understand what she was doing? That night I had my first Silvi wet dream of frustration. We were at work and she was talking to me and ignoring the massive bulge in my pants. Other people walked by and looked and quickly looked away. I couldn't stop myself from being erect. Silvi stood in front of me droning on and on about something unimportant, then my dick started pumping.
Wiping the cum from my shaft and pubes, I decided that I would press the issue on our next date and get something that I wanted.
We went parking during the day on a Saturday and Silvi was getting worked up kissing me and she climbed on top of me and started her grinding. I shifted her to the side and tilted the chair back. I told her I wanted to see her breasts. She immediately said 'no'.
I moved over to the driver's seat and told her I would drive her home.
"What? You want to leave? Don't you want to kiss me?"
