Hello. I am Samantha, Sam for short, I'm thirty-eight years old but I look much younger. I've lived quite a sheltered life and am not really versed in the sexual practices of modern-day singles. In fact, I have only had sex one time in my life and that was a disaster!
I had just turned eighteen and was seduced by a twenty-nine-year-old man. No, it wasn't rape, I never told him "no, stop, back off", or anything to discourage him, I allowed it to happen. I can still remember the pain of losing my cherry, remember how disgusting I felt with myself, how dirty and cheap I felt, as though betraying myself and all my moral beliefs.
Then worst of all, I missed my period, and the next.. and the next. Following this my mother sent me to live with my aunt in Garry, Indiana for the rest of the year where I had my son and ended up giving him up for adoption.
Doing that was a lot harder than anyone, including me, would ever think. He was a part of me, there was no way I could support him though, I had to go back to high school the next year to complete the credits so that I could graduate, I was lucky they let me do it.
I then managed to get into a junior college and graduated with honors. From there I got into law school and went to work in a law firm where I started making them money before I was able to take the Barr.
Ok, I passed it on my third try, but I did pass it and started making good money for someone my age, I found a house that I loved, it was small but just right. I moved in by myself and lived an abnormal life as you may see it, but to me it was comfortable.
As I said before, I had only had sex one time and at this point that hadn't changed. I started to use chat lines as my social life. Nothing to write home about for sure, I had not really talked to my mom after she made me give my son up for adoption, I wanted to keep and raise him. but I also accepted the truth, I really couldn't. But I still believed if mom and dad would have supported me, I could've kept him.
September 22 will be forever burned into my mind as the day I lost half of me, almost nineteen years had gone by and I still cried my eyes out on that very same date every year, I was hoping it would get better, but it didn't.
In July I was chatting away with random strangers, one of the men I conversed with had started to win my heart, Samuel was so sweet and handsome, I was positive he sent his true photos, and this was proven as fact when we had several web chats with each other. He was built like a brick house full of muscles and very toned. WOW...
Sam was a lot younger than me, but explained he loved older women to which I responded, teasing him "You are just trying to get me to cyber with you, and show you some skin aren't you."
"Cyber, no. a little skin I would like, I really just want you to know more about you, I find you very pretty and I want to keep it going as long as I can."
Damn. What do they teach these kids in school these days?
After that I started openly flirting with this wonderful young man on line, I then passed on my cell number and began flirting over the phone too.
In the September I started backing off, he kept calling me, I ignored the calls, then quit chatting completely.
After a short break I returned his call to say I was sorry, I explained that it wasn't his fault, that September was just a hard time for me.
Samuel of course asked why but I really didn't want to tell him, yet I liked him a lot, explained about my son, how I was forced to give him up for adoption and that September 22nd was the hardest day of the year for me. I can remember his response as if he spoke it to me yesterday.
"SO, if we get together, I won't be able to have any more birthdays? Or will I have to just pick another day to celebrate my arrival to the world?"
"You were born in September???" I almost shouted.
"The 22nd," he answered. "Wow. That is something." I took it as a coincidence, never questioning it, talking to someone who was born on the same day I had to give my son up helped me come to terms with the decision I had made some twenty years earlier. It also brought me closer to him. and I liked that.
We began to have cybersex, I started to really enjoy his company, I even did some risquΓ© cam shows for him. It was then he told me he had a two-week vacation at Christmas and wanted to spend it with me. Reservations were made for a flight near me, Sam wanted to know if I wanted to pick him up.
This was a huge step for me, he already knew I had only had sex one time in my life, and assured me that the day he landed that would all change. He explained he'd seduce me to a groveling mess, where I would beg 'please take me now' in a matter of hours from the time he landed.
I remember laughing harder than I have ever laughed in my life, I told him to get the tickets, but bet him dinner that he wasn't getting anything off me till maybe day three. Somehow, I knew I would never win that bet, I wanted to be a challenge to him.
It was December 20th when his plane landed, part of me was hoping that he wouldn't get on, and part praying he did! I was a bundle of nerves as people walked out of the airways, me standing behind the barricade.
When I recognized him. WOW... my breath was immediately taken away, looking taller than I thought, a lot more handsome than photos I had seen. Dressed in a polo shirt that hugged his frame so nice, just looking at him I felt my nipples getting hard.
Sam was wearing a pair of kakis with loafers and a matching belt, as his eyes met mine a smile lit up the whole airport, damn he was handsome and hot! To win the bet I would have to go three days without allowing myself to be touched. Well, guess what, I don't think I could make it out of the airport before I would give myself to him. If by chance he didn't take or make the first move, I would... damn I wanted him, and that was something, because I had never, in my life wanted a man so. badly, yet, by god I wanted this one!!
He came straight to me not losing his smile.
"Hi..." I say nervously.
He shook his head and kissed me. What a kiss it was too, taking the back of my head he gave me an open mouth kiss which melted my knees. I could feel myself falling but he caught me at the last moment. Damn, was I going to have some fun I thought as I felt my pussy getting wetter than it had ever been before.
Finally, he broke the kiss and said. "We need a room, so, what do you say to let's get out of here?"
"Do you have any Balls... I mean Buggs... I mean Bags..." I asked as I felt my cheeks turning the color of rubies.
His smile cut threw my misgivings and my humiliation. "Yes, I have a couple. And one of them includes a gift for you..." he took my hand and began leading me to the baggage claim area.
To be honest I was hoping he would take me to a stall in the men's room, so I could lose that bet we made, but alas, we reached the baggage claim instead.
He had two big bags, I tried to carry one for him but he pushed me away and told me he had it, I was glad, they looked heavy.