It Was A Long Game Of Capture The Flag, He Keeps The Panties As Proof

The best way I can describe it is that things got too familiar. I talked about very personal things, and he told me very personal things, things of us growing up. For me the moment in time when it was just too familiar was the day we were walking around the Village and came across this lingerie store and he insisted we go inside. While I 'shopped' he examined. I had no intention of buying anything, and every thing was three times as expensive as a department store.

He held up this pair of very sheer panties, he showed me with his hand that the fabric was virtually transparent. He held them against my waist, and telling me into my face and eyes, that he would really like to see my pussy in those panties. I tried to say something but he put the panties in my face and said that he wanted me to treat him to a pussy show, to sit on his chest and lower myself onto his face and let him eat my pussy until he was content.

Prior to that day we had never crossed the line, talked sex, it was all about family and dreams and life and things like that. Now it was 'I want your pussy and I want you to put your pussy in my mouth''.

He bought the panties, not me. He gave me the tiny bag so that I had to walk around with it, so that everyone seeing me could see that I had bought some little thing at the lingerie store. I don't hold back that I was beyond nervous, or embarrassed. He pulled me into this desert store and we sat at this small circular table and he asked me to describe my pussy to him. I couldn't, I could not go there. He started pressing me, was my pussy smooth or was I one of those women who kept my pussy like nature gave it to me. Did I have soft pubes, or were my pubes thick and curled tight. Did I like long soft kisses on my pussy, or did I like to be tongued and my clit nibbled on.

He said over the cheesecake, that his dick was really hard. He wanted pussy, was I going to give him my pussy. He took my hand from under the table and put my hand on his hard dick in his pants. 'Am I getting pussy tonight?'

I finally got my thoughts together and told him that asking me like that was very embarrassing for me. I didn't feel comfortable talking about things like that. I had to tell him that I was a virgin, I had never let a man see me there, not even a doctor. I had only been to female doctors. If I did what he asked I might as well give myself away, I wasn't ever going to be free after that.

'So you are going to give me your pussy?' 'Right?' I could only answer one way, 'are you asking to marry me?'

I spent a very long time getting ready, showered and spent a long time with a mirror and razor. Those panties were so wrong, the panties were worse than being naked. I had to expose my breasts to him, he held them in his hands as I sat on his chest. I lifted myself up and lowered myself onto his mouth. He took me with his mouth wide open, sucking on me through the panties, forcing his tongue against me, pushing the fabric into my vagina. Without any warning, he went after my clitoris and I went out with a bang. I fell off of him, and he grabbed me pulling my panties off of me, laying me on my back and that was the end of me being a virgin girl.

It took three years before he lived up to his promise to marry me. By then I was broken in, it was a full on sex, with very little if anything left untouched. On my wedding night, he reached over the back of my behind and rubbed my anus with some slick lubricant. I had to give him that too.

I keep all this to myself, I don't share it, unless I feel compelled to talk about it now and then. Up to now I have only talked about it with another woman. I'm sure that men will read this too. So let me say it right now, embarrassing your 'woman' into sex is a very low handed way to get to her pussy.