Have you ever taken a vacation to relive memories of your youth? Walked down memory lane to feel the touch of a lover’s caress against your skin or the smell of their body against yours, only if it’s in your mind? Now fifty-three on the cusp of turning fifty-four, I’m traveling that path of memories. Memories of the wistful young woman I was when I met him at the age of twenty-three.
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Sitting on a bench alone looking out over the blue ocean, my mind drifts back to that night to the man I gave my virginity to.
I was living and working in New Jersey. I had graduated college and was working my first grown-up job as a radiographer at one of the largest hospitals in the state. I had bought my first house, a little one-story near the boardwalk not far from the hospital. If I had to, I could walk to work if with the weather turned nasty.
I was always shy, never feeling like I was pretty enough or sexy at all. I was thicker than most of the women my age. My breasts, of a larger size, always made me feel self-conscious. Never wanting attention, I would wear my scrubs loose and baggy.
There was one man who was an RN who worked in the emergency department. We would chat while I waited to take an x-ray. Nothing major. Small talk. Then one afternoon he asked me out for a drink.
We met at a small bar close to the hospital. He had a beer and I had a diet coke. The conversation was nice. He pulled my chair closer to him and put his arm around me. I felt happy for the first time in a long time.
After a few more beers he started getting frisky, and, right in the bar, he tried putting his hand down my shirt. When I pulled his hand away, he rested it on my thigh instead. It was getting late so he walked me to my car. Tall and muscular, he pinned me against my car and kissed me. He put his knee between my legs as his hand slid up my skirt. He felt the soft cotton against his fingers, groaning as he slide a finger around the leg of my panties, touching the softness of my trimmed pussy patch.
I let him touch me in that parking lot. His fingers slid inside of me as his tongue slid inside my mouth. He was setting my body on fire.
“Let’s go back to your place,” he breathed into my ear.
Too shy and too ashamed of my body to go any further, I pulled his fingers from my pussy. “I can’t. I have to go,” I whispered, fixing my clothes.
He got defensive. “Whatever, you cock tease.” He stormed off.
I sat in my car thinking. Cock tease? Me? No way.
For the next few weeks, I did my best to dodge him at work. But, one Friday afternoon, he saw me and grinned, winked, and smelled his fingers. My face turned beet red as I walked out of the ER. He texted me to ask me out for drinks at the same bar after work.
I agreed and met him. But first I had gone home to change into a pair of jeans and a deep v-neck blouse and black boots. I added a splash of White Diamond perfume.
In my eyes he was perfect. At over six feet tall he was muscular and his eyes always gave me butterflies. He had a wildness that needed to be tamed. I knew I was in over my head.
Being a Friday night the place was busy. Line dancers filled the dance floor. I was feeling sexy so I ordered a bloody mary while he drank whiskey. The first drinks went down smoothly. We talked and flirted but his eyes never stayed on me. Always wandering, looking, searching. Feeling rejected, I ordered a diet coke.
As I expected, his wandering eye landed on a thin blonde with huge boobs sitting at the bar.
But little could I have known that I had drawn the attention of a man at another table. He was watching me watching my date seeking out other women. He had noticed how I went from drinking bloody marys to diet cokes. He watched as my date left me to go to the bar, and watched as my date flirted and put his arm around the blonde at the bar.
My head sank and tears stung my eyes, so I didn’t notice the man pick up his bottle of beer. Nor did I didn’t notice his eyes on me as he made his way through the dancers. I was too busy feeling rejected.
The music slowed to a soft love song, and I heard a deep voice. “Can I have this dance, beautiful?”
I looked around, not thinking for a second this gorgeous man was speaking to me. He grinned and waited.
I took a small sip of my pop. “I’m sorry. I’m here with someone.”
“Are you?” the man said, glancing at the bar. My date had his hand on the blonde’s ass.
“Thank you, but no thanks.” My voice shook.
He set his beer bottle on the table and took a seat, watching me. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“Wendy.”
“I’m Greg.”
I relaxed as we talked. Greg had been drafted out of college into a minor-league baseball team with hopes of playing in the majors within a season or two. I was fascinated as I listened to his stories. The travel, the excitement of the crowds at the baseball games, the smell of the cut grass.
After another round, he looked into my eyes. “Let’s go somewhere quiet where we can talk.”
“Okay,” I said.
He took my hand, put my jacket around my shoulders, and led me through the bar. As we made our way to the door my date stood in our way.
“Where the fuck you going?” His tone was angry and he swayed a little on his feet.
Greg answered, “She’s leaving with me, asshole.”
“Wendy,” my date demanded. “Get over here right now.”
I froze in fear. I had never been in a situation like that before.
Greg pulled me closer. I felt his arm around my waist. “Get out of the way before I move you.”
My date was either feeling brave or stupid because he stepped closer and tried to grab my hand. Greg, never letting go of me, shoved my date hard. He stumbled and fell to the floor.
Fuck no! I thought. What will I say to him at work on Monday?
Greg led me through the door to the parking lot. He asked me where my car was. I said that I had ridden with my date.
“No worries,” he said. “Let’s go for a drive, then I’ll take you home.”
We drove along the coast with the windows down and the smell of the ocean all around us. I told him my address and an hour later we pulled into my driveway.
That night, inside his truck, he kissed me for the first time. I felt as if my body was on fire, burning me from the inside out. His tongue seared mine as his hands roamed my body. I was captured by him.
After that long kiss, I was breathless and panting. I didn’t want it to end, but I needed to tell him something before it went any further.
“Greg, would you like to come in?” I held my breath waiting for his answer.
“More than you can imagine, Wendy. Yes.”
I felt relieved, but now came the hard part. “Greg, before we go in and things go any further, I want to be honest with you.” I couldn’t look at him. “I’m still a virgin,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He took my hands. “I’m honored.”
A wave of calmness washed over me. He opened the truck door for me and held my hand as we went inside my little house near the ocean.
I offered him a beer and showed him to the living room. I quickly headed to the bathroom to change out of my bar clothes and shower. As the water washed the smell of the bar out of my hair, I became excited and had a feeling of wetness between my legs. I was going to have sex tonight with a gorgeous baseball player!
After a quick rinse, I sprayed on some vanilla body spray and slipped into a sheer white nightie and nothing else. No panties. Nothing but skin.
Greg watched me walk out of the bathroom, the light from the kitchen making my nightie see-through. My eyes downcast, I felt his desire before I even saw his face. Sexual energy hung in the room. He wanted me and I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to pop my cherry.
I sat on the couch next to him and tucked my feet underneath me. He looked at me, and in the blink of an eye, I was straddling his hips. He buried his face against my neck, breathing my scent and running his hands through my hair, and making the sexiest noises I had ever heard. He nibbled my ear and his lips sucked on my neck.
He held me against him. He was hot like molten lava. I could feel his heat through his shirt, through his jeans. Captured against his body, I shivered as he rubbed my tit through the silky nightie. We were aflame with desire.
“Tell me to stop now,” he growled between breaths. “Please, Wendy, before I take you. I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Take me,” I replied in his ear.
Greg took my hand and led me into my bedroom.
The small night light bathed the room in a beautiful warm glow. He pulled me onto the bed with him. I felt soft and tiny against him. He lifted my nightie from my body, leaving me naked while he was still fully dressed. He touched me, his hands gliding over me like I was priceless.
Suddenly, I became shy and closed my eyes.
“Wendy, beautiful woman,” he said. “Look at me please.”
I opened my eyes.
“Keep your eyes on me. See me make love to you. Feel my body as it reaches for yours. Come with me, Wendy.”
A tear ran down my cheek. He kissed it away.
Greg rolled me under him, then stood and undressed. His cock was hard and ready. His body was perfect in my eyes.
“My lady,” he said, smiling as he spread my thighs open, kissing and nibbling each one before moving to my breasts. He lifted one to his mouth while he teased the other nipple. My nipples grew long and hard, and my pussy contracted with each suck. I was burning from his mouth.
“Trust me?” he said.
I shook my head yes. He slid from my breasts to the center of my womanhood.
He parted my thighs, opened my mound, and tasted the very essence of me. I started spinning. He licked my cunt lips, sucked my clit, and fingered my virgin pussy, feeling the resistance still intact. Moaning, he reached up and squeezed my large breasts. I moaned as I felt the wetness streaming between my legs.
He ate my tight pussy like he was possessed. I nearly writhed off the bed, but he held me in place. I screamed, not understanding I was having my first soul-stealing orgasm of my life. I squirted, flooding the sheets, and soaking his face. He swallowed as fast as he could.
The orgasm left me shaking and sobbing. He slid from between my legs to kiss me, my cum on his lips. His kisses calmed me.
“Baby, I need you,” he said, his voice husky.
I shook my head yes.
“Watch me, baby.” Greg lifted his cock and stroked it for a few minutes. He slathered his fingers in my juices and smeared them onto his raging hard-on. He watched me watching him.
“The first time might hurt, but it will pass.”
I smiled, thinking how does he know? But I didn’t say that.
He put his cock at my trimmed hole and slowly pushed. My body tensed. So did he.
“Relax, baby.”
I took a breath. Greg pushed and I screamed. I felt the ripping in my vagina and I felt the gushing between my thighs. He held steady, watching the emotions in my eyes. Then I calmed and he made love to me. I was a virgin no longer. The feeling of his cock inside me was better than I could ever have imagined. He closed his eyes, lost in his own sensations, feeling the soft tightness of skin around his shaft., feeling the cool sensation of my natural lubricant around him.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, kissing me as he filled my cave with his seed, his body making little quivering spasms with each spurt of his cock. He pulled me against him as he collapsed to the bed, both of us breathing ragged with the smell of sex strong in the air.
We held each other until our voices came back.
“Ride my face, baby,” he said against my ear.
“I… I’m too big for that,” I stuttered. “I’ll suffocate you.”
Greg laughed. “Baby, I’ll survive. Trust me.” He pulled me over him until I was straddling his face, but I didn’t know what to do.
“Wendy, sit,” he ordered, pulling my hips down. And then his tongue was caressing my soft folds. He held me as he sucked, slurped, and took his fill of my pussy.
I screamed. “I’m going to cum.”
He held me tighter and sucked my clit harder until I squirted and collapsed on top of him. I didn’t have any time to recover before he had me face down and ass up, fucking me and slapping my ass until his cum filled me to overflowing again.
We passed out in the early morning hours. I woke to him bringing me muffins and juice. He climbed in next to me and we made love again until he left for baseball practice.
We fell in love that summer. I traveled to his away games and he went to my hospital awards banquet. Then he got the call. He was being called up to the major leagues! His dream came true.
Greg asked me to marry him, and we wed a few months later.
Sitting on the bench listening to the waves, I watch as a striking man with silver in his hair walks towards me. He’s carrying a bag of my favorite saltwater taffy.
As we grow old together, I will forever cherish those memories of our younger selves.
