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Impromptu playtime...

I reconnected through facebook with my first boyfriend a few years ago. I was a late bloomer so, at 19, he was the first to hit pretty much all my bases, and probably could have slid on home if he hadn't been such a gentleman.

We met up at the waterfront park once shortly after reconnecting and there was a sort of nervous chemistry. He admitted to me that he'd found some pictures of me online. I admitted to him that he could have taken my virginity. It was all in all a very sexually-charged outing but nothing happened. We began texting and emailing regularly and we were each surprised to find out the other was a complete freak. ;c)

I told him that there'd been several times, including that meeting in the park, where he could have had me if he'd just had the balls to take what he wanted. I said this knowing that he generally is a very laidback kind of guy who doesn't assert himself often. In no way did I expect he'd show interest in doing so. I should have known from my own experience that it is the quiet ones you need to watch out for.

Nearly three years later, we've never managed to have another reunion. Tons of texting, exchanging of ideas, but every time we make a date, it would fall through. The whole time he is telling me how he is going to hurt me, use me, all the things a dirty slut like me likes to hear. Might as well be sweet nothings in my ear. *grin* But I'm not believing a word.

Last night, he proved me wrong. At least to some extent.
He texted me and said he was just driving around, would I like to join him. I wasn't really doing anything so I agreed. I hurriedly put on some red lipstick, threw my hair into pigtails, and headed down to the road for him to pick me up.

I get in and we start driving and catching up a bit. About half an hour in, he says, "Hold on. There is something I've been wanting to do for a long time." He reaches over and just grabs my left breast, making a comment about how it is too bad I have a bra on.

Sidenote: Not three minutes later, the radio starts singing, "Do you wanna touch... do you wanna touch... do you wanna touch me there?" ;c)

So we continue with our chat, things turning a bit sexual. After some discussion of recent fun and desires, he convinces me to take off my bra.

Such a mistake! A fun, fun mistake.
He reaches over again, massaging, rubbing, squeezing a bit, and it all felt lovely. Then he squeezes harder. I gasp and squeal a bit. And harder still to the point where I end up screaming at the top of my lungs. I'm grabbing at his hand, begging him to stop, tears in my eyes.

The next hour was basically this. He'd stop for a bit and we'd try to have a conversation but then he'd hurt me again. He seemed to take extra delight in the times where I would defend myself and he'd push my hands away.

And then we went for coffee. *giggle*
He told me he was going to "let me stew in my own juices".

But by the time we'd finished our coffee, he needed to get home and sl**p. So that was pretty much it.

Except I still hurt. So bad. And so good.
Posted by KinkyLittleFatGirl 2 years ago
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2 years ago
very good
2 years ago
He has learned something after all.
2 years ago
Great story, nothing like rekindling an old flame
2 years ago
I'd like to go through all the bases with you!
2 years ago
very erotic
2 years ago
So hot!