We had been carrying on a virtual love affair for quite some time - about a month - having met just a few times in the flesh, where things had not progressed much further than kissing and finger-fucking at our favourite bar. And yet online the heat had been turned up to a degree I felt would be impossible to reach in real life.
How wrong, as he was to remind me so many times in the future, I was!
I arrived at his work and awaited him in the lobby. I don't remember feeling nervous, but surely my heart must have been pounding in my chest? Or had he worked me into such a frenzy of excitement that it had overridden all else?
He came down to meet me, looking cool as a cucumber. I was amazed at his nonchalance - when he knew why I was there! He led me through the corridors, to the meeting room which he had reserved for us. It looked like an old-fashioned living room, with wood paneling, a fireplace and a mirror, in front of which, for the first time - the first of many times - he drew out his cock for me. It was reddish and had a large head, just as he had described it. I was surprised to taste it - his skin was sweet, and fragrant, like chocolate. There was a large table in the centre of the room, covered with leather, and this was where, after struggling out of my ridiculously tight trousers, I perched, having somewhat incongruously left my platform shoes on, in the hope that this would excite him (in fact, as he later revealed, they had the opposite effect - too goth). And that was where he parted my legs for the first time - the first of many times - and I lay back and
thought to myself, "This is it!" and felt the head of his cock slowly penetrate the swollen lips of my pussy. And so it was that I lost my extramarital virginity. And how strange it was that I felt no guilt at all!
At some point he withdrew, and plucking the bedraggled condom off, presented his cock to me again, as I opened my mouth to receive hot spurts of come like a wave crashing down my throat! Licking my lips, I arose and got dressed, and we walked out together.
"Perhaps I should buy you lunch," he suggested.
"I should think so!"
And it was my kind of lunch too - coffee and cheesecake at Starbucks. He had a muffin, plucking the top off before making his way to the end, as we kept a watchful eye out for people from his work and wondered what the bathrooms were like and if they could be accessed in tandem. And for many months after that, I could never walk past a Starbucks - any Starbucks, not just that one - without thinking of him and the first time I fucked him.
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