I did this speed dating thing and met a guy. I was into this other guy at the time so I didn't give him too much thought. Well it ended up that we both liked each other enough to want a real date. Since I live far away, we talked on the phone a couple of times. The night before this singles event, we talked for 3 hours and it was amazing. I knew he was going to be at the singles camp out but I didn't expect how close he would be.
He saw the campsite that my girlfriend and I were staying at and it was much better than his. He did go set up at his campsite but when a drama queen chick showed up with her whiny kids, he called abort mission and returned to our camp. I was excited that I got to spend more time with him but I had no idea where it would lead.
The first night, there was a dance. We danced together, poorly at that. We met old acquaintances and some friends but then we (my girlfriend and I) returned with him to our camp for a nice camp fire. It was clear that we liked each other and that he was paying most of his attention to me. While this bothered my girlfriend, she was happy for me. Friday night passed with nothing to report.
Saturday rolls around and he invites us to go dirt biking. The choice was between being in a car with this hot guy or doing lame singles workshops, I chose the former but my friend didn't want to go but she didn't want to be alone, she came with us. I was in the front seat with him driving his truck. He is such a manly man, it's intoxicating. He starts touching my ear and neck in a playful manner. Then the friendly neck rubs come next and I love every bit of it. The dirt biking turned into mud bogging but I didn't realize there are women in the world that just sit around and watch their men do this sport. In short, the purported activity was disappointing.
We get back to the camp and get ready for the dance on Saturday night. We (the guy and I) end up dancing twice. I didn't like how loud the music was. I told him I was going for a walk. I wanted him to follow me but didn't actually expect it. It was a beautiful cold night with tons of stars. I had taken a Codine for fun (which I had never done before), which made me a little tipsy. We were walking and he did the manly thing and held my hand. When he felt that my hand was cold, he put my hand in his coat pocket. We were walking by a row of parked cars and he pulled me in between them and kissed me. I instantly melted in his arms; he was passionate at first but then turned into animal kissing. You know that really hard "I really need to be grabbed" kissing. It was wonderful. My friend wanted to go back to the camp so we all went. We talked for a bit more but then we were all high on Vicoden and we went to the camper.
It was much colder than expected and my camper was warmer than his tent. With sleeping arrangements as they were I was next to him. I had put the pillows at opposite ends as to avoid anything improper, but when I got into bed, his head was next to mine. He started to cuddle which I loved. I miss having a man to snuggle with. He started kissing me; all the while my friend is on the other side of the camper. The kissing gets heavier and heavier until I'm giving a blow job. I love doing it. To feel his hands on my hair half quivering, half grabbing, he pulls me up and tries to take off my pants. I'm thinking no way. Sex before marriage is not on the menu. He gets the hint and backs off. I still want to make out and he obliges but then things heat up again. Then my pants are off. At this point, I still do not believe this is happening to me. I'm not having sex, I'm not supposed to, and I'll go to Hell. Slowly he gets closer and closer to my quivering backside. He fingers me and I have no defense against myself. I want it so bad but it is so bad to want. Some more slow thrusts and he is inside of me.
I had not had a cock inside of me for 2 1/2 years and even then, is was my small turned out to be gay ex. His thrust literally takes my breath away and he was much bigger than I had ever had (he was number 3). I thought I was going to come right then. He is slow moving and more rolling as opposed to thrusting. We were trying to be quiet because my friend is still in the camper. He said later I felt like a virgin and he was right. When his hand grazed my thigh, I literally shook. It lasted so long; my ex always came in under a minute sometimes with 5 thrusts. This lasting sensation was entirely new to me. He was so firm and manly yet gentle and considerate; I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed his shoulders as he thrust into me. Every breath was harder to take than the last, every touch and graze drives my mind wild with sensation and excitement. I thought I was going to come in the beginning but that was nothing compared to the orgasm I had when I pulled my legs up and his cock ground into parts of me I didn't know I had.
He doesn't finish but he has to pee so we take a break. My friend then uses that time to grab her sleeping bag and sleep by the fire. I'm such an asshole. My friend is offended and I am a whore. "What just happened" I thought to myself. I'm supposed to be the strong woman that doesn't need a man. I have kids to worry about and worst of all; I have mocked God and will suffer his retribution. I just lay there in blissful horror. She goes home the next morning but not before I (and he) gets a chance to apologize. This make out session lasted almost 4 hours and I loved every second.
Saturday night, his kids went to another camp where their friends were to sleep. We are both in a position in life where we seek that companionship. I knew it was a stupid idea but we slept in the camper again. We both wanted to wake up next to someone. I was sure that I had learned my lesson and that I wouldn't earn anymore slut points than I already had. We were at the far corner of the camp ground with lots of privacy. As soon as we were in our bags, we were snuggling. I had to kiss him and he kissed me back harder. The clothes come off and I found out what it's like to be really fucked. I had only ever done missionary, doggie and on the couch sex positions. He could turn sideways, he could squat on his feet and tap me. His strong arms and manly shoulders filled the palms of my hands as we looked at each other with an intensity I had never known. It was one part guilt, one part scared and 3 parts bliss. I came over and over again, and after about the third time I came he started putting a finger in my asshole. It was delicious. I had never been ass fucked before. He knew how to put it in, it was wonderful. I wanted to take it all. I wanted to feel his fingers dig into me, controlling me. I wanted him to fill me up with his load, I was begging for it. I wanted to give everything to him, turns out I did. All night long, we fucked. We went to bed around midnight and didn't stop fucking till there was light on the horizon.
So now my guilt comes in waves. We still like each other but we both realize that feelings of lust are not love. We both want to be in love, I sure hope that I haven't ruined what could have been a good thing. He feels bad and has apologized many times because he knew what could happen and jumped in anyway. I was blind sighted but I still don't care. It takes two to fuck like and I loved it. The thing is that I want nothing more than to take care of a good man. I want to give him back rubs, and I want to make him lunch and wear lingerie for him. I have to go confess my sins in a few day here and I know that's I'm in for a world of hurt. I should feel bad, and I do sometimes but when I go to sleep at night, I remember what he looked like as I came over and over again. How he was genuinely pleased and proud to see me come. It wasn't an act. I still remember what it felt like when he cradled me because I was post orgasm shaking. How he stroked my face and even when it was dangerous to turn a light on in the camper because it would cast a shadow of all our deeds, he still wanted a light so he could see me. He wanted to look at me.
So here I am, on this site sharing this shame with the world. I can't even bring myself to tell my beloved sisters. I know I'm not required to but I can't face their shame. I can barely face my own.
He saw the campsite that my girlfriend and I were staying at and it was much better than his. He did go set up at his campsite but when a drama queen chick showed up with her whiny kids, he called abort mission and returned to our camp. I was excited that I got to spend more time with him but I had no idea where it would lead.
The first night, there was a dance. We danced together, poorly at that. We met old acquaintances and some friends but then we (my girlfriend and I) returned with him to our camp for a nice camp fire. It was clear that we liked each other and that he was paying most of his attention to me. While this bothered my girlfriend, she was happy for me. Friday night passed with nothing to report.
Saturday rolls around and he invites us to go dirt biking. The choice was between being in a car with this hot guy or doing lame singles workshops, I chose the former but my friend didn't want to go but she didn't want to be alone, she came with us. I was in the front seat with him driving his truck. He is such a manly man, it's intoxicating. He starts touching my ear and neck in a playful manner. Then the friendly neck rubs come next and I love every bit of it. The dirt biking turned into mud bogging but I didn't realize there are women in the world that just sit around and watch their men do this sport. In short, the purported activity was disappointing.
We get back to the camp and get ready for the dance on Saturday night. We (the guy and I) end up dancing twice. I didn't like how loud the music was. I told him I was going for a walk. I wanted him to follow me but didn't actually expect it. It was a beautiful cold night with tons of stars. I had taken a Codine for fun (which I had never done before), which made me a little tipsy. We were walking and he did the manly thing and held my hand. When he felt that my hand was cold, he put my hand in his coat pocket. We were walking by a row of parked cars and he pulled me in between them and kissed me. I instantly melted in his arms; he was passionate at first but then turned into animal kissing. You know that really hard "I really need to be grabbed" kissing. It was wonderful. My friend wanted to go back to the camp so we all went. We talked for a bit more but then we were all high on Vicoden and we went to the camper.
It was much colder than expected and my camper was warmer than his tent. With sleeping arrangements as they were I was next to him. I had put the pillows at opposite ends as to avoid anything improper, but when I got into bed, his head was next to mine. He started to cuddle which I loved. I miss having a man to snuggle with. He started kissing me; all the while my friend is on the other side of the camper. The kissing gets heavier and heavier until I'm giving a blow job. I love doing it. To feel his hands on my hair half quivering, half grabbing, he pulls me up and tries to take off my pants. I'm thinking no way. Sex before marriage is not on the menu. He gets the hint and backs off. I still want to make out and he obliges but then things heat up again. Then my pants are off. At this point, I still do not believe this is happening to me. I'm not having sex, I'm not supposed to, and I'll go to Hell. Slowly he gets closer and closer to my quivering backside. He fingers me and I have no defense against myself. I want it so bad but it is so bad to want. Some more slow thrusts and he is inside of me.
I had not had a cock inside of me for 2 1/2 years and even then, is was my small turned out to be gay ex. His thrust literally takes my breath away and he was much bigger than I had ever had (he was number 3). I thought I was going to come right then. He is slow moving and more rolling as opposed to thrusting. We were trying to be quiet because my friend is still in the camper. He said later I felt like a virgin and he was right. When his hand grazed my thigh, I literally shook. It lasted so long; my ex always came in under a minute sometimes with 5 thrusts. This lasting sensation was entirely new to me. He was so firm and manly yet gentle and considerate; I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed his shoulders as he thrust into me. Every breath was harder to take than the last, every touch and graze drives my mind wild with sensation and excitement. I thought I was going to come in the beginning but that was nothing compared to the orgasm I had when I pulled my legs up and his cock ground into parts of me I didn't know I had.
He doesn't finish but he has to pee so we take a break. My friend then uses that time to grab her sleeping bag and sleep by the fire. I'm such an asshole. My friend is offended and I am a whore. "What just happened" I thought to myself. I'm supposed to be the strong woman that doesn't need a man. I have kids to worry about and worst of all; I have mocked God and will suffer his retribution. I just lay there in blissful horror. She goes home the next morning but not before I (and he) gets a chance to apologize. This make out session lasted almost 4 hours and I loved every second.
Saturday night, his kids went to another camp where their friends were to sleep. We are both in a position in life where we seek that companionship. I knew it was a stupid idea but we slept in the camper again. We both wanted to wake up next to someone. I was sure that I had learned my lesson and that I wouldn't earn anymore slut points than I already had. We were at the far corner of the camp ground with lots of privacy. As soon as we were in our bags, we were snuggling. I had to kiss him and he kissed me back harder. The clothes come off and I found out what it's like to be really fucked. I had only ever done missionary, doggie and on the couch sex positions. He could turn sideways, he could squat on his feet and tap me. His strong arms and manly shoulders filled the palms of my hands as we looked at each other with an intensity I had never known. It was one part guilt, one part scared and 3 parts bliss. I came over and over again, and after about the third time I came he started putting a finger in my asshole. It was delicious. I had never been ass fucked before. He knew how to put it in, it was wonderful. I wanted to take it all. I wanted to feel his fingers dig into me, controlling me. I wanted him to fill me up with his load, I was begging for it. I wanted to give everything to him, turns out I did. All night long, we fucked. We went to bed around midnight and didn't stop fucking till there was light on the horizon.
So now my guilt comes in waves. We still like each other but we both realize that feelings of lust are not love. We both want to be in love, I sure hope that I haven't ruined what could have been a good thing. He feels bad and has apologized many times because he knew what could happen and jumped in anyway. I was blind sighted but I still don't care. It takes two to fuck like and I loved it. The thing is that I want nothing more than to take care of a good man. I want to give him back rubs, and I want to make him lunch and wear lingerie for him. I have to go confess my sins in a few day here and I know that's I'm in for a world of hurt. I should feel bad, and I do sometimes but when I go to sleep at night, I remember what he looked like as I came over and over again. How he was genuinely pleased and proud to see me come. It wasn't an act. I still remember what it felt like when he cradled me because I was post orgasm shaking. How he stroked my face and even when it was dangerous to turn a light on in the camper because it would cast a shadow of all our deeds, he still wanted a light so he could see me. He wanted to look at me.
So here I am, on this site sharing this shame with the world. I can't even bring myself to tell my beloved sisters. I know I'm not required to but I can't face their shame. I can barely face my own.
