Everybody remembers their first time.
Some people aren't too fond about it, others end up marrying that one person and having that one penis to themselves for the rest of their lives.
My experience was different. Way different.
At 18, i was still a virgin and proud of it. My friends were in serious relationships and of course, having sex, but here I was, single and sexless. On the one hand i couldn't wait for my prince charming to come around, sweep me off my feet and make sweet love to me, but on the other, i didn't want to have sex with some random guy whose name i forgot by the morning only to watch them leave in a hurry and never see them again.
At the time, i was modeling for a well known agency in sydney because of my height, long legs, narrow waist and smooth skin. And my boobs? Well they were (and still are i hope!) very perky, rounded and a little bit larger for the average model but it didnt get in the way of my goals. Presently as a working journalist, i will admit i would do the dirty to get the scoop but i didn't know i had it in me from the tender age of 18...
On weekends for some extra cash i started working at my friends restaurant in the city, as it was newly opened and her family owned the restaurant so it was kind of like a favour to her. She assured me that she needed my help because i had worked in the industry before but seeing as most of the customers were business men, i suspect my employment had something to do with my looks and supposed charm. Everything was normal until Hayden started working. Who is Hayden you say? Quite possibly sex on legs. Seriously.
Hayden had this air about him. 6'3, muscular, 6 pack (Yes, i know this because i saw it and details are to come), dark hair and dark eyes. He became the general manager and seeing as he did a lot of double shifts on the weekend we worked together a lot. He was 25, charming, bubbly, smooth, real ladies man etc. Every girl swooned for him. Anything he askedfor, it was done. I thought it was down right pathetic sometimes as i watched girls sacrifice their integrity for such an arrogant guy but he was some serious eye candy. And i loved to look.
One night aftet the most tedious shift in my life, Hayden and I were the only two ones left in the restaurant. Everyone had gone home, and seeing as I had worked there for quite some time, i knew how to close everything down and basically helped Hayden do the end of day closures. We'd been working together for about 4 months and it was a weird relationship. We never really chatted.... We talked but on a professional work level, never social or personal. Sometimes i'd catch him just staring at me and when i'd glance a look at him, his eyes would linger a few more moments before returning to what he was doing. This irritated me. A lot. I found it annoying how he'd play these stupid eye games wonering what it all meant, and it also drove me crazy, pleasure crazy, breathless crazy.
So here we were locking up when Hayden turned and told me to go home, saying he would finish everything up. I thanked him, said goodnight and went to the locker room to change. I started removing my apron, then shoes, blouse and pants and then sprayed myself with what felt like a litre of deoderant. As i started taking clothes out of my locker to change into i heard a noise behind me and realised that i wasn't alone. Hayden had been standing there the whole time, watching me strip down to a red lace bra and g-string. I stould, with this stupid and shocked look on my face as he looked at me, his eyes moving slowly up and down my half naked body.
I knew i should of grabbed something to cover me in the few seconds we stould staring at each other, seconds which felt like years but for some reason i didnt. I liked him looking at me. I could see his hungry eyes filled with this desire, this glazed look. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it... my eyes wondered down to his pants and i could see his hard erection pressing against his pants so hard i thought perhaps the zipper would break... It was turning me on so much, that one look from my half naked body could do that to a man...
'Scarlet'
'Hayden. I didn't hear you come in'.
I stood for a couple of moments and then to not look so stupid, grabbed my coat to cover my shivering body.
'No. Don't cover up. Put the coat down'
Hayden took a step closer with these words as i slowly put the coat back onto the bench, my thighs quivering, my nipples hardening and my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. Sure i'd been fingered once, but that was the furthest i had been with a guy. No oral sex, no sex, no nothing. Hayden stared into my eyes and started unbuttoning his shirt.
'I think it's only fair you see me in my briefs now that i've seen you in your lingere'. Each garment he pulled off, he took slow steps towards me. His pulled off his shirt, revealing his immaculate body. At the time, as i said before i was a model so i didn't feel so inferior. His ripped chest, muscular arms and strong broad back stared at me as i stood glued in the same postion. Hayden then began pulling if his shoes and undoing his belt and zipper and let his pants fall to the floor.
I nearly fainted. He was wearing black calvin klein briefs, that were nice and tight. So tight that his hard erection pulled down the front of them revealing his pubic hairs.... and i must say from what i could see, he was very well endowed..
'What are you doing Hayden?'
'Something that i should have done and have wanted to do'
And before i could take another breath, I was slammed up against the locker in his full embrace and as i opened my mouth to semi detest, semi moan his name he kissed me.