I am neither a writer nor do I consider myself a beautiful young woman, but I am a girl who wants to be noticed for being pretty and maybe enjoy some special attention from a handsome man for a change. My only boyfriend was a young man who worked on my family's farm and whom my father approved of for being honest and a hard worker. But Matt was boring and was physically unappealing to me, with little interest in enjoying me sexually once he had cum way too soon. I may not be skinny and have big boobs like many women here on Lush, but I can be cute sometimes and would like for someone to do more than just kiss me and then lose interest after he creams inside his shorts prematurely.

My dad works with all types of men who get their hands dirty. Some train horses and others drive trucks, while a few are in charge of handling all the intelligent work like bills and other boring things like that. Most are really good men and are always sweet to me, especially when my dad is around because he's so tall and frightening like a wolf would be among simple dogs. I like to talk with both young and old men alike, listening to their stories and even joking around sometimes during breaks. But mostly I work in my mom's florist shop and have to endure all the snobby women who treat me like I'm a dysfunctional disappointment, one who is not yet married and becoming a model citizen and all that stupid stuff.

Once in a while, a handsome man may visit to buy his girlfriend or wife a bouquet of flowers. I would smile and maybe even flirt a little, telling him that my own family called me Flower too. I remember one man who was tall and confident like my dad, but he was well dressed and very well spoken like an English gentleman from a movie, maybe even someone like James Bond. I ended up watching the Daniel Craig pictures again and wondered what it might be like if someone like him came to buy flowers from me one day and thought that I was pretty. Would he smile and make me blush, asking me out to someplace beautiful and then make love to me afterwards?

I had washed in the tub and dressed in my nighty to go to bed, but kept thinking about my dream man named James and what he would do with me alone after my bedroom door was closed. I slipped under the bedsheet and lifted my nightgown, then lowered my panties so I could touch myself in private. I began breathing heavy as I felt my sweet spot get warm and begin to swell. I was imagining James pulling back the bedsheet to reveal me underneath, then undressing slowly and placing his suit over the chair. I was scared but also excited when I saw that he had a huge cock like I've only ever seen in pictures and videos here on Lush. I began to tremble as he knelt on the bed and spread my legs wide to lay on top of me.

He was gentle but also dominant too, using his own thighs to make mine spread far enough so he could kneel between my own trembling knees. I felt his head rub my sweet spot and make me squirm, then I felt his wetness along my lips and knew he was going to slide inside me. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before, certainly not like my own ex-boyfriend with his little willy trying to find my offered opening. No, this handsome man was more confident in himself and knew how to treat a pretty girl. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist with my ankles crossed over his bottom, as his big cock slid slowly inside me, and then I felt the pain which all girls do for their first time. But I wanted him to hurt me a little, so that I could enjoy how big he was and make him feel pleasure from using my body too.

I lay there and let him enjoy me for a long time, not making a mess like Matt did, but filling me up until I moaned and clawed at his back with my fingertips. James moved his hips and made me move mine just like in the erotic movies I've watched alone. When I felt myself get wet beneath the sheets, I knew that I was masturbating like I'd never done before. This wasn't just me being an experimental girl with a boy crush, but more like a young woman who wants to know how a real man feels while making love to her. I slid my finger inside and lifted my ass a little until I could feel the places to make me cum. It was so naughty of me to do this but I needed to know how far I could take a real man before he hurt me. I knew that James wouldn't be rough with me, but some part of me hoped that he would be just a little bit of a bad man.

When I felt my body shaking and legs start to quake, I knew that I was cumming. James was only in my head, but I was sure I'd felt his big cock inside me beneath the bedsheets. He knelt in front of me and slid his hands over my boobs, telling me that I was such a beautiful young woman. I smiled and felt his cock pull out, but he didn't just finish and walk away. I watched as he lifted my legs beneath the knees and turned me over on my tummy, lifting my ass until I knew what he would do next. I held the pillow close to my face, afraid that he would penetrate my ass and make me cry. But then his big cock pushed gently into my pussy until I felt his whole length reach my limits. I closed my eyes and continued to finger myself as I imagined being taken behind by James Bond.

It took me longer to cum the second time, even though I was moving my hips and reaching deeper inside myself. But I continued to imagine James pumping me like a real man would, not slowing down because he came too quickly, but for the pure pleasure of enjoying how I felt to him. I let him have his way with me, cupping my tits and feeling how soft they are, then sliding his hands along my tummy and maybe even tickling me. He would tell me that I made his cock hard and that he wanted to do everything with me that I'd ever imagined. I just kept masturbating to him until I felt myself climax to orgasm, and then my fingers were wet and so were the bedsheets.

I wanted so much to thank him, but felt I might not be able to show my appreciation adequately. When I sat up and turned to kiss him, he was standing up beside my bed and looking down lovingly. I took his hand before he could step away, then sat submissively on the edge of the mattress. Still hard and wet from entering me from behind, I used my fingers to trace the length of his cock until he was standing straight up in front of my mouth. I had seen prettier girls give men head in videos before, but I wanted this to be as special for him as it would be for me. I placed his hand beneath my cheek and brushed my face within his soft palm.

A slow kiss of his head made him whisper something I couldn't hear, then my mouth was tasting a handsome man's head like it was a ripe plum, full and moist with a shade of purple that said I was exciting him more than I imagined. I couldn't suck him the way I wanted to, what with only his head fitting between my soft lips. But I used both of my hands to milk his full length as if it were a horn, hard and curved up so I could give him head like I've always imagined. Once he was mine to enjoy all alone, I pleasured him slowly and waited for him to blow his load across my lips. It came so suddenly that I couldn't avoid being creamed across my face, but I knew that he was happy with me and would want me even more than before I had showed him what I could do.

The next thing I knew was that my father was calling to my mother that he was closing up our house for the evening. I needed to bathe again but didn't dare run the shower and walk my dirty laundry down to the basement. I would just need to get up early and make amends for masturbating in bed and covering my clothes and bedsheets in creamy cum. I had been such a bad girl doing what I knew was naughty, but James was still inside my head and would be coming back for more of me on another night. I hoped that I could impress him more the next time, and maybe even antagonize him to slide his thick cock between my ass cheeks too. That would be both dirty and delicious.

Just a sweet and innocent young woman called Flower.