Virgin, I ceased to be for her.

A current hooker, she decided to write about her first sexual experience, and she asked me to publish... We were talking about women who lost their virginity after 50... with me... This is for Neide. Sweetheart, Unlike most women, I have never been so marriage-oriented (husband, children, home.....). I dreamed of being a doctor or a successful executive, independent. Maybe because of the influence of novels, films, I don't know .......... I didn't dream of getting married in church, dressed as a bride, children, on the contrary, I imagined the work I would have with all this, the lack of time to do what I like and have to deprive myself of other men...... That's why I was better single, always well accompanied, rsss. I don't remember exactly how it all started, how he convinced me, but I ended up accepting the challenge to stop being a virgin and become a real woman. We talked a lot and we agreed that we would do everything slowly, on time and it worked. I remember that we went to the motel, I took a bath alone, then he, we went to bed, we talked, more kisses and he as he already had experience, was driving me.........he passed his hands over my body, caressed my breasts, kissed, I remember opening my eyes and seeing him with my whole breast in his mouth.......what a wonderful feeling, how tasty it was, I had never experienced such pleasure. And so he went on, kissing my whole body, every part, slowly, unhurriedly tasting me and showing that he was enjoying what he was doing. After kissing almost everything, he opened my legs little by little.... And he carefully crossed his fingers, and he kissed the most intimate part of me, where no one had ever touched, not like that. After the kisses on the lap, he opened his fingers to my cheek and licked.........ahhhhh this feeling was even more pleasant, he was sucking me........I felt that I was wet, and he continued, what a delight, I felt in the clouds..... but at the same time, I was anxious, worried, about the penetration, the pain........virgin things for the first time. Then he asked me if he could penetrate me, explained that it might hurt a little and that I could stop at any time I wanted, he left me quite at ease about it. And it went on until I realized that it was the exact moment ....... I held his stick, how hard it was.......and it was getting closer, I felt him on top of me, and little by little, was introducing his hard stick in my quota......... He made gentle movements of sticking his head in carefully, slowly and when I said that he was in pain, he backed off. That's how he kept trying....... until I asked him to stop. He informed me that it was like that, that the first time it would hurt, and for me not to be scared that it was normal, and that we should continue. I already knew all this in theory and found the practice painful, so I asked him to end it there and we would do it again another day, so he did, and we talked and arranged for a next time. The appointed day arrived and we went back to the motel to pursue my desire to become a woman. We did it all again, but this time I already knew a little more, I had already commented with my best friend and she told me to be calm that it was normal pain, but it was necessary, after all, I was a virgin, and that it would be only once, then no more. So I closed my eyes, concentrated on his caresses and let myself be carried away. When I realized, he was already on top again, trying to penetrate me with the expected annoying pain. This time I told myself, today I will go to the end, today we will not stop. This is how it was, little by little, carefully, until I felt that his dick was all inside me!!! What happiness, what wonder! It was a strange feeling, I had a little pain, but I was happy to get to the end and know that I had just become the newest woman. He kept going back and forth, and before long, he was joking. And I'm even happier, I made him laugh the first time. And when he lay down beside me, I made sure to look in the sheet for the sign, the blood, because there was the physical proof that I already knew in theory, and that I needed to prove. I did not mock, though he would have liked to have continued until he saw me mocking, I thought better not. It was all beautiful, a unique experience, we thanked each other, we talked and we agreed to come back at other times, to continue this wonder that is to fuck, make love, or whatever. We went out a few times until we found out that he was in love, and then, by mutual agreement, we decided that it would be best to stay away from each other, at least for a while, until that passion was over or at least subsided. You could see it in his eyes, and anyone, any good observer, would know, see it in his eyes. So we did, less contact, less talking, and it worked. I learned after many years that he passed every day on the street of my house to see me. My dear, to wait until I was 50, I don't think I could bear it, my thirst to know, to experience was too strong. You mentioned the Jap's ass, and I remembered, one thing I didn't do with him, he never ate my ass. In fact, I don't know who was first. Kisses dear and happy Sunday.