My First Love

In my early twenties I was a big enough girl, five seven, 145 pounds. I had a defined ass, hips, and big enough tits. I had this man that I worked with, I was in accounting and had to prepare reports for him. One day I took the reports up, I was wearing a sweater, no bra. My nipples were hard, I could feel them, and his eyes looking at them. I started to sweat, between my legs.

I stood in front of his desk and let him look at my tits and my hard nipples. By then I was pretty wet. I noticed he smoothed out his pants, arranging his dick. Until he called me over to him, and told me to bend over and he pinched each of my nipples. 'Nice tits' and all that. He told me he had a boner, and he couldn't stand up. I told him the way he looked at me made me wet. The atmosphere in the room was so heavy, so sexual. He told me to lean down again and give him a kiss. While I kissed him he held my breast in his hand.

I didn't last till midnight, by then he had had sex with me more than once and I had been naked with him for a while. I don't know why I needed to tell him that it was my first time. He asked me if it was worth it, and I said yes it was, I loved it. I slept with him that night and the next morning fixed breakfast before getting dressed to go to work. He went home to change, and I didn't see him until noon. I must have had that look, my coworker looked at me and asked me if I had gotten lucky with him.

We went out together and were lovers for three years. Then he got this girl pregnant. She was 22. He said, he was sorry, but those were the rules. A knocked up girl had to get married. I cried the day he got married, he kissed me when I told him I was going back to Philadelphia. He named his first daughter after me. I didn't get married until I was 33, still in love with him.