One night I saw a really good looking fellow checking in late at the front desk. I was extremely frustrated, having spent the last several hours reading exotic stories on the internet. It didn’t help that I was on a dry spell. My boyfriend and I had broken up several months before and I hadn’t really found the right guy to meet my insatiable demand for sex. I had to get out from behind the security desk.
I called Steve. Steve was a good friend and he had helped me get the job. “I need relief,” I told him as he approached the security desk. Steve knew I wasn’t supposed to go beyond the back of the house areas, but I made him swear to keep my travels a secret. It was a Thursday night and the hotel was pretty much void of anything happening- the only exception being the bar.
I didn’t really have a plan. All I knew was that I needed to get out from behind that security desk. I took the service elevator to the fifth floor of the hotel and walked to the end of the hallway. I made my way down the stairs and walked the entire length of the fourth floor. As I passed the security cameras, I waved at Steve.
“I see you,” he remarked into the security radio.
It was close to eleven, so Steve asked that I check the pool area to make sure the access doors were locked. The pool was an outdoor pool and located on the second floor of the terraced hotel. The pool doors were closed and locked.
I looked out at the pool water. It looked so inviting. It was a warm summer night. I opened the doors to the pool and stepped out on to the terrace. I looked up at the hotel in front of me. All the room lights except a few were dark.
Our security uniforms were matching slacks and jacket, a white button down shirt and a silk tie. I slipped my jacket off and untied my tie. The more I looked at the water, the more I wished I could just sit in it.
My security radio crackled.
“Are you okay?” Steve inquired.
“Yes,” I replied back, “Just checking out the pool.”
“Take your time.”
Steve always complained about having to walk the hotel. I don’t know why, because I found it much more enjoyable than simply sitting behind the security desk, watching the monitors and having no interaction with anyone except the chef from Thailand, who seemed to enjoy spending way too much time at the security desk.
The longer I sat and looked at that pool water, the more I wanted to go for a swim.
What the heck?
I stripped out of my slacks and down to my bra and panties. The water felt so good, as I slipped into it. I heard my radio crackle again.
“Security Eight, are you still at the pool?” Steve inquired.
I swam to the side of the pool and pulled myself up on the cobblestone decking.
“10-4,” I replied.
There was a long silence that followed.
Steve knew me well. He knew every boyfriend I had and he knew my family. He knew I used to work at a topless club. We were used to sit up late at night, and play poker at his apartment. I always won the poker games. He’d take me out clubbing and I’d wake up in his bed, not knowing how I got there. We never had sex, not because he wasn’t desirable, I just didn’t want to ruin a great friendship. I was a bit, shall we say, on the wild side.
If I saw it and I wanted it, I’d chase it. I always got whatever I wanted. Then, somehow, I’d screw things up. I didn’t handle relationships very well. Steve was the one good friend I could trust. If I was stranded somewhere, he’d be the one I would call to come get me.
I knew Steve could see me on the closed circuit pool monitor, and even though he had seen me completely naked on more than one occasion, I found it kind of fun and thrilling to know he was probably choking it, watching me on the monitor. I slipped out of my bra and tossed it on to the pool deck. I did a couple of backstroke laps, knowing full well Steve would probably get a thrill out of seeing my boobies.
I grabbed a towel from the rack by the pool and toweled off in front of the security camera.
The radio crackled again.
“You missed a spot,” Steve remarked.
I stripped out of my panties, grabbed the radio and looked up at the security camera.
“I’ll get it, don’t worry,” I replied.
“You need to return to base, security eight,” Steve replied. “Now it’s my turn and I need relief.”
“Ha, ha!” I teased. I towel dried my hair as best possible.
I quickly threw on my short and slacks, sans panties and the bra. I stepped into the ladies room next to the pool and tossed the wet towel into the towel dispenser. I refastened my tie and put on my jacket.
As I approached the security desk, Steve remarked, “You are crazy!”
I stepped behind the desk and slipped my hand on to his crotch and gave his still stiff wanger a good squeeze. I was in a mischievous mood. I was also extremely horny.
“Behave!” Steve responded.
“I can’t,” I replied.
Steve grabbed his radio and strolled off, without saying a word. I figured I had ticked him off, but I wasn’t sure.
“Fuck him,” I thought silently to myself. “I’m damn good looking and I always get what I want. Who the hell does he think he is? Superman?”
I rewound the security tape and erased the last hour of the recording to insure any evidence of my late night pool excursion would not be preserved or discovered.
I re-opened the browser on my cell phone. I had fifteen new messages from the internet trolls, all wanting to find a way to connect with me. I don’t know what it is with these guys that they think I am right down the street from them. I loved to tease them and it was a lot of fun, but it didn’t get me what I needed the most- a stiff dick.
Gene showed up. He was Steve’s replacement for the shift change. I was getting antsy, because not only was I freaking horny as hell, my replacement, Cliff, hadn’t arrived. Midnight came and Steve stopped by the security desk. He was surprised to see me still sitting there.
“Where’s Cliff?” he asked.
“I don’t freaking know,” I replied. I was not a happy camper at this point. I had just spent eight hours behind the security desk, seven if it were actually counted, and I wanted and needed to get off from work.
I took off my tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my white button-down shirt. I leaned back in the security chair and stretched my arms out over my head. I thought for sure Gene’s eyes were going to pop out of his head as he locked on to a gap in my shirt. I was braless and it showed.
“Come on Gene,” I teasingly replied, “They’re boobies!”
Gene shook his head and wondered off, speechless. Gene was so full of himself. We had gone on one date, months before, but all he wanted to do was talk about his career as a male model before he got the security job. Gene was a good looking guy, but he was totally clueless when it came to women. He said he wasn’t gay, but I had to wonder, since his mannerisms were more gay than man-like.
At about that moment, Cliff sauntered into the security area. I was happy again.
I ran down the back stairs and to the parking garage. I slipped into my car and looked in the rear view mirror. My mascara was a mess. My hair was still damp and matted.
“Great!” I thought to myself. It was a few minutes after 12:30 and I figured if I rushed, I might catch a few late night stragglers at The Pub, a late night bar where I had gotten lucky on more than one occasion. I put the key in the ignition and turned it.
Click,. Click. Click.
“Uh oh,” I thought to myself, “This certainly doesn’t sound good.”
I tried it again.
Click. Click. Click.
“Well fuck!” I muttered under my breath.
I dialed Steve’s cell number.
“I think my battery is dead,” I said.
“You don’t have two more in your dresser drawer?” Steve replied.
“Not THAT battery,” I said, “It’s my car battery!”
“So I guess,” Steve responded, “You need me to jump you?”
Steve always had a way of turning the most serious of discussions dirty.
“Yes,” I replied, “I need you to jump me.”
“Give me about twenty minutes and I’ll be there.”
I looked at my watch. There was no way I was going to make it to The Pub. I opened my browser on my cell phone.
“God damn” I thought to myself, “Why do all the horny good looking guys have to live in Australia?”
Steve drove up and parked right next to me. I was so busy reading the screen on my phone, that I didn’t see him drive up. In fact, he scared the shit out of me when he tapped on my driver’s side window.
I rolled down my window.
“Come on,” Steve beckoned, “I’ll take you home.”
“What about the jump?” I asked.
“My jumper cables are at the apartment,” he replied. “We can come back and get it in the morning. I’m off tomorrow.”
I was off as well, so I grabbed my clutch purse and locked the car doors. I settled into the passenger seat of Steve’s car.
“Where will it be? The Pub or the apartment?” Steve asked as he drove out of the parking lot. I looked at my watch and it was a few minutes past one. I knew instinctively, that was not enough time to collar a conquest.
“Do you have anything to drink at your place?” I asked.
“You know I do,” Steve responded.
“Can I spend the night?” I asked.
“Sure,” Steve responded. He had no idea how bad I needed a stiff dick. I had teased Steve on many occasions, but on this night, I was not in a teasing mood. I needed a cock and I didn’t care where I would find one. Steve seemed like as good a conquest as any. I just hoped I wouldn’t regret my decision.
As we stepped into Steve’s tiny apartment, I excused myself to his bathroom. I looked into the mirror over his sink. I was a mess, but a hot mess. Steve had seen me in worse shape, so I brushed back my hair and wiped away the mascara smudges under my eyes.
I unbuttoned the uniform shirt a couple of buttons and slipped out of my work slacks. I slipped my hand down to my coochie. I was clean shaven and bare, but just wanted to do the required check. I was still horny and could hardly contain myself.
I stepped barefoot out of Steve’s bathroom, my shirt tail barely covering my ass.
Steve was in the kitchen, when I stepped over and silently sat on his couch, stretching out my legs, my coochie barely covered.
“Why don’t you get com- for -ta- ble?” Steve remarked, his final word breaking up into parts, with pauses, as he looked over and saw me stretched out on the couch. “Never mind.”
Steve sat a bottle of spicy cinnamon schnapps on the coffee table in front of the couch on which I was situated, along with two shot glasses. I loved cinnamon-flavored schnapps and Steve knew it. We had gotten drunk together on it, on many occasions. He poured us each a shot and we touched shot glasses.
“Here’s to getting drunk,” Steve toasted, settling down on the hardwood floor right next to the couch where I was stationed.
“Here’s to getting fucked up,” I replied. I pulled my white shirt up just enough to remind Steve I was pantiless. He looked at my shaved coochie and smiled.
It was now or never.
“Would you rape me if I asked you to?” I asked.
“If you asked,” he replied, “It wouldn’t be a rape.”
“OK,” I replied, spreading my legs slightly, “Would you fuck me, if I asked you to?”
“Are you asking?” He asked.
“Maybe,” I replied.
Steve laughed.
“We have been here so many times and you always cut me off,” Steve replied. “Why would tonight be any different?”
“Because I’m fucking horny, you dweeb!” I shot back.
Steve laughed.
“So am I,” he replied, “but you know and I know . . .”
I didn’t let him finish his statement. I ripped open my white shirt, the buttons popping off the fabric and bouncing off the coffee table, spinning as they hit the hardwood floor. Both of us watched as one of the buttons spun in a circle and came to rest against a leg of the coffee table.
I sat up and grabbed him by his head, shoving my tongue into his mouth and down his throat. I was not going to be denied. Steve slipped his hand around my neck and held me in place as we sapped saliva and passionate kisses. He slipped his hand on to my thigh and squeezed it, his fingers digging into the inner part of my thigh.
I grabbed his hand and moved it up to my coochie. He slipped a finger into my already very wet and moist vagina. I exploded.
I jumped off the couch and pushed Steve on to his back, on the hardwood floor. I tore at his white shirt, the buttons popping off of it, as I ripped it open, straddling his torso. I had secretly seen him in his shower, on numerous occasions, but had not experienced the pleasure of feeling his muscular body next to mine. I was on fire. I fumbled with his trouser’s belt and the zipper, but managed to strip him completely naked as I jettisoned the only article of clothing covering myself.
“God damn,” Steve extolled, as I ravaged his body with kisses. “Slow the fuck down!”
I couldn’t. I was horny and I needed a cock. I needed HIS cock.
Steve grabbed my wrists and held on to them. He was stronger than I thought. We had wrestled a bit in the past, and I had always managed to very easily pin him and make him say Uncle, but now, suddenly, I realized his giving in had all been a charade. He was strong, very strong and he wasn’t letting go.
Suddenly, he rolled me on to my back and straddled me, his stiff cock arching upwards. He stared down at me, holding my wrists over my head.
“Do you really want it?” he asked.
“Yes,” I begged.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I am fucking horny!” I screamed at him.
“I am going to fuck your brains out!” Steve responded, staring intently into my eyes. I was no longer in control and for me – that was a scary thing. I struggled to try and get loose, but Steve’s grip was strong. His control over me only made me want him that much more. No man had ever controlled me.
Steve pressed his lips on to mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
Oh my God!
I closed my eyes. Steve collapsed on top of me, and I immediately wrapped my legs around him, his stiff cock pressing against my lower abdomen. We rolled over again, and I ended up on top of him. Steve loosened his grip on my wrists and I grabbed him by the side of his head with one hand on each side.
“Just fuck me!” I demanded.
“Gladly,” Steve replied.
Steve stood up and looked down at me. I took his extended hand and he helped me to my feet. I headed for his bedroom and he followed. As I settled on to the all-too-familiar bed, on which I had woke up from many a drunk, I was happy to be sober. I was ecstatic to be offering myself to my best friend. I had held out long enough.
Steve took his time pleasuring me. I was the one who kept demanding that he put it in me.
“You’re fucking teasing me on purpose,” I exclaimed.
“Yes, I am,” he replied, his tongue circling my aching nipples perched on the tops of my breasts.
“Fuck you!” I replied.
Steve laughed. He drove me crazy, taking his time, running his hands over my entire body and using his hot breath to drive me into frenzy. When he finally got down to business and slipped his mouth on to my pussy, I couldn’t hold back. I clinched my fists and did my best to not beat him to death. Steve was unstoppable and his oral skills very easily bested any guy I had been with in the past.
Steve had a knack of getting me to the brink of an orgasm, only to pull back or change positions at just the right second. I hated it and loved it at the same time.
“How do you want it?” Steve asked, as he looked up from between my parted legs. Hell, I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel him inside of me.
His cock was huge. I had seen it before, but didn’t realize how huge he actually was. It was about eight inches long, but extremely thick. I had only seen a cock like his in porno flicks. I was worried whether or not he might hurt me.
I slipped on top of him and rubbed the tip of his massive circumcised cock against my labia. I worked my hips back and forth, sliding his cock along my enlarged pussy lips. I raised my butt and held his cock up to the entrance of my pussy. I slowly worked him into the opening, watching his face as I lowered myself on to his cock. He smiled as only he could smile.
He was a tight fit, but fortunately, I was wet, wetter than I had been in years. I bit down on my lower lip, as I settled down on to Steve’s massive cock. He was a tight fit, but a good fit. Suddenly, without warning, my entire body shivered as my pelvis settled down on to his. I pushed down with my hands on his chest, my arms stiffening as I shook.
Oh! My! God!
We hadn’t even gotten started and I had climaxed, just putting his massive cock in my pussy. My juices flooded us.
“I’m sorry,” I breathlessly remarked.
“Work it,” Steve replied, “Just work it.”
I slowly moved my hips back and forth, Steve’s cock pressing against my labia. I could feel it twitching as the walls of my vagina clamped down on his massive tool
“Oh! My God!” I thought to myself. “Why have I been waiting?”
It didn’t take long for me to climax a second and then a third time, as I worked myself back and forth, his cock buried deep inside of me.
“Did you cum?” I asked.
“Not yet,” he replied, “But I will.”
I pushed down on his chest, my hands balled into fists. I leaned forward and lightly kissed each of his nipples on his chest. He closed his eyes and held on to my bare shoulders, his fingers pressing into them.
Suddenly, he rolled me over on to my back, briefly slipping out of me. He positioned himself between my parted legs and worked his cock back into position. His hands were on either side of my head and then he lowered himself on to his elbows and he pushed his rod back into my pussy.
Oh gawd!
I closed my eyes, my arms outstretched over my head, as he pushed his pelvis against mine. I could feel his body tighten as he shot his first load of cum deep into my aching pussy. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and shook as another orgasm shot through my body.
Oh gawd!
He unloaded into me. I could feel his cum dribbling out of me, as he pumped his rock hard cock in and out of me. The experience was surreal.
Steve rolled off of me and I put a leg on top of him, as I turned and put my hand on chest and my head on his shoulder. Then I mumbled the three words I had never been able to say to any man before, “I love you.”
As soon as the words came out, I froze in fear. I had never before said those words, to any man, anywhere. Steve placed his hand under my chin and I looked up at him.
“I love you, too,” Steve whispered. He stroked my matted hair and I closed my eyes. My body trembled. The orgasms wouldn’t subside. That was the last thing I remembered until I work up the next morning.
Steve was in the shower. I had seen him shower before, but now I saw him differently. I slipped from the bed and opened the shower door.
“Can I join you?” I demurely asked.
I had never asked a guy before if I could shower with him. If I wanted to, I would, but for some unknown reason, I felt like I had to ask. What the hell was wrong with me?
Steve smiled and stepped to the side of the shower spray. He applied the soapy sponge to my aching body, as I stepped under the spray. He pressed his naked body against mine. I reached behind me and felt for his cock. He had a good start on an erection and my quick feel didn’t slow it any. Steve spun me around and we kissed.
“It’s a good thing,” I replied between kisses, “We both have the day off.”
“No,” Steve replied, “It’s a good thing, you still need a jump.”
I had to laugh and agree.
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This story is one of two parts. I asked my best friend Holly to write her part about our first time sexual encounter. Holly said she was not a writer, so I sat pen to paper and wrote the story and then I read it to her. She said I pretty much nailed it, except for a few minor details, on which we will disagree. But that’s OK, we worked out those disagreements with some great sex afterwards.
