Straight Female / 34
My Naughtiest Behavior Growing Up
Isn't life wonderful. I grew up a preacher's kid and now I'm anything but. I have what might be called a mature body, tits and hips wise and I wear my pubes is a spot right above my clit. I liked myself a lot and don't mind getting naked. If a man, or woman for that matter, wants to see me naked they can ask. Of course, if I have to choose I always choose to see another woman naked.
But getting back to my preacher kid days. My parents had accepted a summer assignment in Ecuador and left us home with my aunt and uncle. I turned 15 that summer and somehow, maybe because I was a handful, my uncle decided to send me to spend a couple of weeks with my parents. I got a passport, they got me the tickets, I had a letter and everything, and the people of the church made arrangements to pick me up at the airport. Just don't talk to strangers and everything is going to be all right.
I sat beside a businessman, just the two of us on the side of the airplane. There was a middle section with four seats, and another two seats on the other side. The plane was half full and the he told me the flight was long so I should settle in. Almost immediately as I remember he took my hand in his and laid his hand on my thigh. He played with my hand, rubbing my fingers, crisscrossing our fingers, and rubbing my thigh. Even when the stewardess brought us our dinner he kept his hand on my thigh. Up and down, grabbing my knee and then moving his hand up until he was between my legs. I instinctively opened my legs and he pressed his hand against my jeans. I think it was the first time I got wet. After dinner I put my hand back in his and settled in leaning my head on his arm and holding his hand with both of mine.
I slept a long time and he woke me up caressing my face and kissing me and told me 'sweetheart wake up'. I woke up to a long kiss on the lips. He told me were about an hour out and I needed to get myself together, if I needed to use the toilet I should go and he helped me fill out the papers for landing. He told me to slip my passport down my shirt, because passports got stolen a lot at airports. We sat there and kissed off and on, long kisses and he opened my mouth with his tongue. I kept his hand up between my legs pressed hard against my pussy. I got wet again, very wet, and I could smell myself beside him.
We landed, it was a little after six in the morning, and he escorted me through immigration. Waiting for our bags I put my arms around his neck and just let him kiss me for five minutes. If I wasn't a woman when I boarded the plane I was a woman then, his embrace and his hand all over my butt, I kissed him with all my might. I had never kissed a man and I wanted him to know that I was a woman and not a kid. Our bags came and we went out to meet up with people from the church, but no one was there. No one came. I had an address but no phone number and the letter of introduction. I didn't have any money on me so he took me to his hotel and asked for a room with a large bed.
Once in the room I showered and changed while he showered and he took me down to have breakfast. I clung to his hand the entire time. He told me he had business to attend to so I should stay in the room until he returned. From his office he would have a secretary run down the school. We went back up to the room and I sat on the bed, my dress so high up my thighs that you could see my underwear. I laid back, and opened my legs for him. I didn't say a word, I pulled up my legs a bit and let them fall open, wide open. My panties were wet and he looked at me for a while before asking me if I wanted to get fucked. I shook my head, and took my panties off and laid back with my legs wide open again.
He asked me how old I was, did I have any idea what I was doing. He told me that he wasn't going to fuck a 15 year old. I lay there with my legs open looking up at him, I was ready, I could feel that my pussy was open. He stared for a long time before telling me I was a fool and if I wanted to get fucked I needed to give him my tits too. I took off my top and laid there completely naked for him, I was going to be a woman that morning and he was going to do it.
When he stood over me with his erection I choked a little. I knew what he was going to do with it, and I prayed quietly to myself that it wouldn't hurt too much. I had heard that it hardly ever hurt but with a virgin you didn't know and I didn't have any idea whether or not I still had my hymen. He fucked me slowly, moving about over me, my body rubbed by his body and his dick digging into me. He kissed me on the mouth and while he was kissing me he ejaculated inside of me. It took a long time for me to let go of his neck. We slept together for most of the morning and he found the church the next morning. You can tell I'm still in love and I wrap myself around him when he fucks me.
But getting back to my preacher kid days. My parents had accepted a summer assignment in Ecuador and left us home with my aunt and uncle. I turned 15 that summer and somehow, maybe because I was a handful, my uncle decided to send me to spend a couple of weeks with my parents. I got a passport, they got me the tickets, I had a letter and everything, and the people of the church made arrangements to pick me up at the airport. Just don't talk to strangers and everything is going to be all right.
I sat beside a businessman, just the two of us on the side of the airplane. There was a middle section with four seats, and another two seats on the other side. The plane was half full and the he told me the flight was long so I should settle in. Almost immediately as I remember he took my hand in his and laid his hand on my thigh. He played with my hand, rubbing my fingers, crisscrossing our fingers, and rubbing my thigh. Even when the stewardess brought us our dinner he kept his hand on my thigh. Up and down, grabbing my knee and then moving his hand up until he was between my legs. I instinctively opened my legs and he pressed his hand against my jeans. I think it was the first time I got wet. After dinner I put my hand back in his and settled in leaning my head on his arm and holding his hand with both of mine.
I slept a long time and he woke me up caressing my face and kissing me and told me 'sweetheart wake up'. I woke up to a long kiss on the lips. He told me were about an hour out and I needed to get myself together, if I needed to use the toilet I should go and he helped me fill out the papers for landing. He told me to slip my passport down my shirt, because passports got stolen a lot at airports. We sat there and kissed off and on, long kisses and he opened my mouth with his tongue. I kept his hand up between my legs pressed hard against my pussy. I got wet again, very wet, and I could smell myself beside him.
We landed, it was a little after six in the morning, and he escorted me through immigration. Waiting for our bags I put my arms around his neck and just let him kiss me for five minutes. If I wasn't a woman when I boarded the plane I was a woman then, his embrace and his hand all over my butt, I kissed him with all my might. I had never kissed a man and I wanted him to know that I was a woman and not a kid. Our bags came and we went out to meet up with people from the church, but no one was there. No one came. I had an address but no phone number and the letter of introduction. I didn't have any money on me so he took me to his hotel and asked for a room with a large bed.
Once in the room I showered and changed while he showered and he took me down to have breakfast. I clung to his hand the entire time. He told me he had business to attend to so I should stay in the room until he returned. From his office he would have a secretary run down the school. We went back up to the room and I sat on the bed, my dress so high up my thighs that you could see my underwear. I laid back, and opened my legs for him. I didn't say a word, I pulled up my legs a bit and let them fall open, wide open. My panties were wet and he looked at me for a while before asking me if I wanted to get fucked. I shook my head, and took my panties off and laid back with my legs wide open again.
He asked me how old I was, did I have any idea what I was doing. He told me that he wasn't going to fuck a 15 year old. I lay there with my legs open looking up at him, I was ready, I could feel that my pussy was open. He stared for a long time before telling me I was a fool and if I wanted to get fucked I needed to give him my tits too. I took off my top and laid there completely naked for him, I was going to be a woman that morning and he was going to do it.
When he stood over me with his erection I choked a little. I knew what he was going to do with it, and I prayed quietly to myself that it wouldn't hurt too much. I had heard that it hardly ever hurt but with a virgin you didn't know and I didn't have any idea whether or not I still had my hymen. He fucked me slowly, moving about over me, my body rubbed by his body and his dick digging into me. He kissed me on the mouth and while he was kissing me he ejaculated inside of me. It took a long time for me to let go of his neck. We slept together for most of the morning and he found the church the next morning. You can tell I'm still in love and I wrap myself around him when he fucks me.
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