I've always liked to tease men.

I've always liked teasing men. I know I get attention, I always do. By the age of seventeen, when my sexual experiences were still minimal, I liked to wear tight pants, with the brand of panties appearing, a bra a number below my size, or a miniskirt that gave generous views to the sailors who watched me get on the bus. I would also like to take a crowded bus, to feel the desire of men to manifest themselves in my body. Sometimes, some more daring would touch me, fitting into my ass and I would take advantage of the bumps of the bus to feel his limb grow until he realized, by the sudden humidity, that he had come in his pants. When that happened, I would go down at the next point, making the guy all wet, having fun with the situation. But it was always straw fire, I never let it go any further. Even once when I got off the bus to go to the movies, I realized that the boy who had covered for me had come down behind me and followed me. I bought the ticket, walked into the living room and picked a place in the corner so I wouldn't be noticed. He sat next to me right after. That day I was with a particularly provocative miniskirt, those that it is constantly necessary to pull down. He put his hand on my thigh, like to test me. Since I didn't react, he felt safer to move it up and down. It wasn't long before his hand got under his skirt and touched my panties, which obviously was all wet. I let him do with his hand what he wanted, that's what I wanted too, of course. He didn't have much experience and got in the way to lower his panties, but he still managed to stick his fingers in my pussy. I thought then it was time to return, and with my hand I looked for his fly and quickly lowered the zipper. His limb jumped out and started masturbating him, alternating fast movements with slower ones. When I realized he wouldn't be able to hold me anymore, I'd hold his gland for a moment, and then I'd pick up the moves. At the same time I was getting closer and closer to cum. When the orgasm finally arrived, causing me to have seizures that I was trying to disguise, I accelerated the movements on his limb until he exploded in a burst of semen that jumped into the front seat, fortunately not occupied. The film was an adventure film, with a lot of noise and gunfire, and I don't think anyone noticed our groans. The kid practically collapsed in the seat. I took advantage of it and quickly pulled myself together and left the movies. In fact I didn't want anything to do with him, like none of the other men I teased on the bus. With this I let it go further for its boldness, but never but a hand job.
But this game, which I always dominated, one day would change. It was the afternoon of a fall Wednesday that I noticed him on the bus, two or three meters. He was a man who messed with me just looking at him. Massive, muscular, short black hair, wearing an elegant suit, which even fell into that bus of workers. He gave me a quick look and, like someone who doesn't want anything, went ahead until he got close to me. As I always did in those cases, I turned my back on him, and it wasn't long before he laid a hand on me. Tremi. Although contact was the same as the hundreds of others I had experienced, it made me tremble from head to toe. I think it was an internal tremor, because no one had noticed. Until then, this cox was a joke that encouraged me by the reaction I saw in men, but I had never felt anything. But this exuded an irresistible male perfume. I could feel in the back of my neck your firm breathing, just like the increasing volume that fit my ass. My will was to stick my hand in his pants, but a minimum of decency still repressed me and I kept quiet. I was wondering what I could do to carry on this contact, when suddenly he took advantage of the bus stop and jumped, making me scared. Until then it was always me who chose the moment to stop. This time I wanted it to continue, but he took over the situation and cut my desire abruptly. You couldn't even tell where he was going.
The next day I took the bus hoping to meet him again. I didn't even accept the cox that some men who already knew me tried to give them, abruptly repelling them. And I didn't find him the next few days either. It wasn't until the next Wednesday, when I had already given up meeting him, that I saw him again. He gave me a mysterious look, which I couldn't figure out if it was an invitation or just a recognition. This time I moved towards you. I was willing to do anything not to lose him again. I quickly pulled a business card out of my purse, and recklessly stuck it in his jacket pocket. And, of course, then I turned and fell on him. This time I felt in the back of the head not just your breath, but your lips. With a chill I moved my head a little bit and felt his lips in my ear, which he bit. This had to stop, I couldn't resist, even if I was on the bus! The bus suddenly stopped, opening the door at the stop. He walked out the door, but he was holding me by the arm. Without resisting, I accompanied him and went down too. When the bus left, leaving us alone at the spot, he grabbed me in the arms and kissed me long, exploring my mouth with his tongue until it tangled with mine. He practically dragged me in for half a block, and walked into a little hotel that was barely noticed. The reception stop was almost zero, just the time to pick up a key. There wasn't even an elevator. He dragged me into his room and put me in his arms to take me inside. All this happened without me sketching out any reaction. I was intoxicated by that perfume, that smell of male, those muscles that carried me. He put me to bed and kissed me again. Only now you've increased the area to the whole face and neck. And he started taking my shirt off where they wanted to jump my breasts, burning with desire. In a few seconds, he'd pull everything out: bra, miniskirt, panties and socks. I came out of my torpor and pulled his pants off. Your member had already jumped out of his underwear and was pointing at me. I mouthed him and sucked him with voluptuousness. He turned around in bed, always keeping his dick in my mouth and started sucking on me. I looked like a beak so wet it was. I used to come nonstop, having multiple orgasms on a frequency I never imagined I could do. And at the same time I'd suck him, sticking all that cock in my mouth and down my throat. I'd bite him from time to time, and sometimes I'd stick those balls in my mouth. It wasn't long before he ejaculated a hot sperm jet in my mouth. It was so liquid, I got scared, thinking it would choke. But I swallowed everything. That hot, salty taste was delicious. He didn't even soften his dick and wanted more. Turned me over and spread my legs. I'm a virgin. He was frightened by my statement but continued to master the situation. Just passed the limb by my wet pussy to lubricate it and, turning around, shoved it in my ass. It was my first time. I screamed in pain, but at the same time another orgasm came to me. I wanted him to stop, but I also wanted him to continue. I wanted to get away as quickly as possible, but at the same time I wanted him to stick more. These contradictory feelings have been taking care of me for over five minutes. When he finally came and his limb gradually decreased I was prostrate in bed, and he over me, resting. He made mention of leaving and I stopped him. I wanted to feel it inside me there, since I didn't want it to penetrate me from the front. He got excited again, biting my neck and ears, massaged my nipples with my fingers that were hard and sore. I didn't want you to leave that position, knowing that if I turned around, I'd hardly resist penetration. I was dominated, subdued. Little by little his limb was resuming strength and size, and he went back to doing vai-e-vem moves. It didn't hurt that much anymore, and the pleasure just increased. He had buried two fingers in my pussy that he massaged perfectly, always continuing his rhythmic movement inside my ass. I was on all fours and he was on his knees and suddenly he started to pick up the pace. He held me by the hips and with strong movements tried to stick even more his hard dick like stone. I could feel it all over my ass, in my belly. Suddenly he came again, this time with a scream that scared me. You took your flabby limb inside of me and lay next to me. I started crying quietly but he realized. What is it? Did I hurt you? In fact it was very painful, but I was happy, that's not why I cried. I didn't want to confess to him, but I was crying because I knew that my virginity, preserved at so much cost, wouldn't hold out much. I lied, saying I was happy.

We got dressed and left. He kissed me long enough, told me he'd call. He called several times. But I never answered. He didn't return his messages on his answering machine. I knew if I had a next time I'd lose my virginity to him. It's been three years and I've never seen him again. He never took my bus again, not on Wednesday or any other day. Now that I've been engaged and I'm no longer a virgin, that my engagement is ending because of lack of mutual interest, that our sex life was never a big deal, that I missed you, your body, your smell, your hornyness for me. I don't even know your name. But if you happen to read this, my male, know that I am ready, and I will be yours, totally. E-mail me. I'll go wherever you are.