When I lost my virginity, at nineteen, I was prepared. My pussy was waxed and my legs were velvety smooth, my skin was soft with almond oil and I was wearing the silkiest lingerie I could afford. I was all that and more for my date with Sam the next night.
The cab, paid for by Sam, showed up at six. The night was just getting dusky, and I trotted down the front path of the cottage in the same heels I'd worn the day before. They had been my lucky charms, I thought. I sat back and watched the lights go by, all the people walking in their raincoats. It wasn't my first time to Sam's place. He'd had me there for dinner once, and once again for drinks. Perched on a hill over the city, it was done up in a mid-century modern ranch style masculinity that was the opposite of my home, and totally sexy.
Rainier answered the door. He had a towel over his arm, and gave me a mischievous, knowing look. He escorted me into the sunken living room. Sam was looking at the city in the darkness below. He wore a button up shirt and slacks, and he kissed me once on the lips, but no more. Rainier was there. He made me a cocktail, and went back into the kitchen, and Sam took my hand and walked me to the window.
"I never get tired of this view," he said, and turned to me. "Except when you're around."
"Thanks for the flattery," I said. He put his hand on my waist and pressed, as if testing my suppleness. My cunt ached. I was so horny, I felt weak, and Rainier be damned, I wanted him here, now.
But there was dinner, and Rainier, who served us. He'd cooked, too, perfectly done flank steak and a fresh salad, and wine, and panna cotta. Not overly heavy. He joined us for wine afterwards. I was getting tired, and frustrated. My smile felt glued on. I sat in an easy chair next to Sam's, which was identical.
"Rainier's a good friend," said Sam. Rainier walked over, and sat down on the arm of Sam's chair. "He has something to show you. Something for you. Rainier, show Bunny."
Half sitting, one leg steadying himself on the ground, Rainier slowly unzipped the fly of his slacks, and unfolded a very long uncircumcised cock. As soon as it hit the air, it grew hard, gradually pointing straight out. Only a foot from me, I watched it bob there. A minute stretched by, and I took a sip of wine. Sam sat very still, but he was gripping the arms of his chair. He was still uncertain as to how I was going to take it. I smiled.
"That's very nice, Rainier," I said. "Thank you for showing me."
The cock trembled, and a single pearly drop appeared on the red head. Sam cleared his throat. He had certain predilections, he continued. Ones that he was too old to give up.
"And why should you?" I said, licking my lips. "Shall we go somewhere to christen this new adventure?"
"I told you she'd be game," said Rainier. I liked him. I liked the curl of his lip and his dark hair, almost as much as I liked Sam's strong, weather beaten body. Sam got up and gathered a newly opened bottle of wine and his glass, and led the way out of the dining room, Rainier following me.
"And I bet she's wearing expensive lingerie," said Sam. Later, talking to him, I learned more about their relationship. Rainier stayed with him when he wasn't travelling. We wound our way to the end of the house, to a sunken living room with a big blank wall, and a projector, a set of wide, low couches, all done in tasteful oranges and yellows. I sat down on a couch, and Sam sat next to me. In a moment, his mouth was on mine, his hand was on my breast, gently squeezing. It was all so fast, but the aggressiveness was just what I wanted, his certainty. The room went dim, and the projector went on. Two women were on a bed, naked and kissing. The black outline of Rainier bobbed across the screen as he made his way to us, jutting boner leading him across the shadowy women. One was brunette, but the other was a gorgeous redhead, with alabaster skin and a patch of spun gold over her swollen pink pussy lips, eagerly spread by the brunette. The film looked homemade, and I was sure the men knew her. I was intrigued, but then Rainier was next to me, naked now, his pale and strong and hairless chest smooth against my arm.
Sam withdrew. "If it's the same to you, I'll watch this time."
Murmuring my assent, I stood and let Rainier carefully lower my zipper and pull the dress over my head. He put it reverently on a chair away from us. These were men who appreciated expensive, nice things, and I knew I was in good hands. How good, I didn't realize right away.
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