Let me introduce ourselves. My name is Carol and I've known Bob since I was nine years old. We used to hang out with a group on the local cricket field when we were both fourteen. One night, at a party my sister hosted, Bob and I were sitting together.

I had a huge crush on him but was too shy to act on it or say anything. It seemed like he wasn't interested in me at all. He talked and I just answered him, but as I sat in my bedroom later that night, I regretted not having said something. I promised myself that if I ever got another chance, I would take it.

Bob joined the Navy and left for his service.

I had just turned seventeen. By then, the most physical contact I'd experienced was a few kisses and having my breasts felt over my jumper.

Bob came home on leave soon after my birthday, and coincidentally, my sister threw another party. She was the complete opposite of me - confident and outgoing. She came downstairs wearing shorts and an open waistcoat, her large breasts barely contained causing whistles from the boys present. As we chatted, I asked Bob if he liked hers better than mine. He replied that they were okay but he preferred mine instead, which made me so happy that I impulsively flashed him. That moment led to us going on a date and eventually becoming boyfriend-girlfriend.

During this period, Bob was stationed on land-based duty and could come home almost every weekend.

Whenever Bob was home, we would spend time getting to know each other more intimately. As our relationship progressed physically, I also pushed myself more. We kissed often, he fondled my breasts under my clothing frequently until one day when he unhooked my bra from the back and kissed my tits. I was about to stop him, but thought it has to happen some time, I’m glad I let him. It was the first time I experienced such a sensation, and it happened in his car at a popular spot for couples.

We had been dating for about three months, and Bob was due to come home again that weekend. I had moved into a bedsit with five other girls by then - each room housing two people. We shared a large bathroom with both a shower and a bath as well as a separate toilet and shower. There was also a common area that served as both a lounge and kitchen diner.

In anticipation of his visit, I went out and bought the sexiest lingerie I could find. That Friday, my roommate was away for the weekend, so after we got back from our date, I did something I had never done before - strip naked for a man. As I did so, I begged Bob to get undressed too and show me his cock. That night, I fell in love - first with his manhood and then with Bob himself. When I held it in my hand for the first time, it felt hard and throbbing, making it look even larger than its already impressive eight inches - something I only found out later.

The skin felt soft and warm under my touch, but not knowing what to do next, Bob put his hand over mine and guided me as we moved up and down. Eventually, I gave him a hand job until he came all over my tits - an accomplishment that made me proud of myself.

Bob then pushed me back onto the bed, kissing me passionately as he trailed down my neck towards my nipples. When he sucked on them, pleasure shot through my body like an electric surge straight to my core. Before long, he kissed further down until he reached my pussy, where his tongue worked magic. Without even realising it, I began bucking against him as waves of intense pleasure coursed through my body, giving me my very first orgasm. Afterward, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

As we awoke the next morning, I was still buzzing from the previous night. My hand reached out and grabbed Bobbie's cock, already starting to get hard. I didn't need any encouragement today; I had become quite a fast learner. Slowly, I brought him to a full, raging erection with my hands. He soon came again all over my tits.

Bob pushed me down and kissed me passionately, taking his time as he worked his way down my body. It felt like I was in another world as he slid his tongue up and down my slit before nibbling on my stiff clit. By the time he inserted a finger into my wetness, I exploded with pleasure.

Bob kissed his way back up to my mouth and we shared a deep kiss, during which I tasted my own pussy juices for the first time. To my surprise, they weren't as bad as some girls had said. Up until then, I had never explored myself sexually.

Bob climbed on top of me, rubbing his rock-hard cock against my wet pussy. It felt amazing, but I managed to gather enough self-control to tell him that I wasn't ready yet. "Soon," I promised, and I meant it. Bob understood and reassured me that I could control the pace.

We continued to kiss and tease each other I asked Bob if it was ok to wank him off. It may have been a silly question, but it made us both laugh. As he lay back and relaxed, I took hold of the cock that had captured my heart and slowly stroked it with care. He kissed all over my breasts and gently nibbled on my nipples, causing my defence to slowly crumble. Fortunately  Bob said he was about to come, I instructed him to spray it all over my cunt. And so he did - pumping hard and releasing ropes of hot cum all over me.

As we both calmed down afterwards, I couldn't help but exclaim how amazing it was and that it just kept getting better. Lying there with Bob, I apologised for my language during our intimate moments. I had never thought of words like "cunt," "slit," or "cum" before, let alone said them out loud. Bob reassured me that it only added to the thrill and excitement of being together. We agreed that we would continue to use those explicit terms when we were in the throes of passion, as it drove us both wild.

On Saturday night, Bob proposed an idea that we might both enjoy - he would rub his cock up and down my pussy without actually entering me. As long as he promised not to go inside, I agreed. And so we began our new favourite pastime - simulated fucking. Every time his cock rubbed against my clit, it felt like fireworks were going off in my head. We gradually increased the speed until I reached a point of ecstasy and yelled out that I was coming. In response, Bob's cock throbbed and released hot streams of cum all over my pussy. I writhed and moaned in pleasure, swearing and nearly passing out from the intense sensations.

How his cock didn't slip inside me during all of this is still a mystery to me. From then on, this is what we did whenever we were together - enjoying the thrill and satisfaction of simulated sex without actually penetrating.

During one weekend when Bob was home, we went to stay at his parents' house. His mom said that she knew we were sleeping together and that we could have the spare bedroom. I thanked her for being understanding and then blurted out something without really thinking. I told her that we do sleep together when he's home, but we haven't gone all the way yet because I wasn’t ready. She kissed me on the cheek and said she was impressed, telling me to make sure I was ready before taking that step. I thanked her again and thought to myself how I couldn't talk to my own mother like this. Our relationship was starting to grow with my future Mother-in-law, although I didn't know it at the time.

On Saturday, we all went out for a meal and drinks at a local bar. We laughed, talked, and got closer as a group. That night, Bob and I explored each other, we did the outside rubbing. It was amazing, and I bit my lip in pleasure when I climaxed for the second time. It was my first time in a double bed, but I knew it wouldn't be the last, my bedsit only had two single beds for my roommate and me. Bob drove back to Plymouth on Sunday, but I stayed one more night and enjoyed a lovely Sunday roast with his family.

After dating for about eight months in April, Bob called me saying he was coming up with one of his shipmates named Martin (but nicknamed "Pincher") and his wife Wendy from Sunderland who now lived in Plymouth. On Friday, they would all drive up to see me in Yorkshire before heading to Sunderland to visit their parents. We would get two rooms in a bed and breakfast, for two nights. They had a week off, so Bob and I could spend some alone time back at my house. While they stayed with their family in Sunderland and took the train back home - Bob would drive back Sunday morning. Excitedly, I agreed to this plan without knowing what was to come.

I could only get a few days off work, the Friday they arrived and the following Monday, Tuesday, so I went in on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday while the rest of the time I was free. They arrived at my place around 2 PM, having been driving for a while. We had some coffee and sandwiches before hitting the road again around 3 PM with Wendy and me sitting in the back of the car. The drive took just over an hour, during which Wendy and I hit it off immediately and chatted non-stop. She was such a lovely person - a little taller than me with natural dirty blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a slightly bigger bust than mine.

They were both a bit older than Bob and me; I was still seventeen while Bob had turned eighteen, he was nine months older than me. Martin was twenty-one, and Wendy was nineteen.

We arrived in Sunderland just before 5 PM, found the B&B we’d booked, and checked in. Our rooms faced the sea and were absolutely beautiful. The owner, a friendly woman in her forties, made us feel welcome as we settled in for our stay.

After checking into our room, Wendy knocked on the door and I went to answer it. However, by then I was already down to just my bra and pants. She laughed and said, "You're wasting no time." I replied, "Well, I haven't seen Bob in over two weeks." She explained that she and Martin would be visiting both sets of parents and returning at seven, at which point we would all go out for dinner and drinks at a nearby pub. Before leaving, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "You've got plenty of time to catch up. Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do." With a devious laugh, she walked away.

Once alone with Bob, I shut the door behind me only to find him lying on the bed naked with his erection standing tall like a flag pole. He shrugged and said, "I couldn't help myself. I was admiring your ass in those sexy pants." Let me help you with that," I replied standing in my skimpy matching bra and panties I had bought specifically for this trip. For the first time in my life, I also purchased what I considered to be sexy clothes: short skirts, low-cut tops, and even suspenders and stockings for nighttime. Being relatively inexperienced in these matters, I asked my more experienced roommate to accompany me on my shopping trip.

Without hesitation, I quickly discarded my bra and let it fall to the ground before slowly slipping off my panties while facing Bob. He whistled in approval as I dropped them onto the floor without bothering to pick them up. Just six months ago, the thought of being naked in front of anyone, let alone a man, would have mortified me. But now here I was, fully exposed in broad daylight with the curtains still open (although facing towards the ocean). As Bob's eyes took in my naked form, I couldn't shake the feeling that the entire world was watching this new, audacious version of myself as I eagerly awaited the man I was falling in love with.

After a few minutes, I straddled him and started to rock my body against his full length. It felt amazing as I continued to grind and rub my swollen clit against him. As I picked up speed and pressure, it suddenly hit me with an intense explosion that ran from my pussy to my brain. Collapsing on top of Bob, I trembled through my best orgasm yet.

Over the past few months, we had become masters at bringing each other to climax without actually penetrating. Poor Bob was still hard as steel and now covered in my vagina's juices.

I instructed him to kneel on the bed facing me from the side while I pleasured him with one hand while gently playing with his balls with the other. As I gradually increased the pace, he grew closer and closer to climax until finally shooting loads of sticky white cum all over my tit’s. Stepping off the bed, I walked over to the full-length mirror to admire myself. Instead of seeing a shy little girl staring back at me, with smudged makeup and cum covering her body, there stood a new, naughty woman who was embracing her newfound sexuality. Laughing to myself, I thought, "I like this new me." Turning to Bob, I remarked on how much fun that was and how much cum he produced. He confessed that he hadn't ejaculated since leaving me (not even secretly), and I thanked him before kissing him again.

After both of us took a shower, we lay naked on top of the bed. I asked Bob if he overheard our arrangement with Wendy, and he confirmed that he did, except for the last part. He asked what she had whispered to me, and I replied that it was between her and me.

We must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, there was a light knock on the door. Wendy walked in before I could get off the bed, and we were spooning on our sides with me lying nude facing the door. We all froze and no one said a word. I couldn't move to cover myself up, and it felt like an eternity even though it was only a few seconds. Finally, Wendy apologised for interrupting, saying she thought we would be ready since we had plans at seven. She added that she would never have walked in if she knew we were still in bed together.

I reassured her that it was not a problem and suggested she stay instead of leaving. We chatted for a bit before I suggested we get up and dressed so we wouldn't be late. Wendy apologised again, but I told her it was fine and that the new me actually enjoyed the situation. Six months ago, I wouldn't have been able to face her again after this encounter. As she was leaving, I said Wendy you owe me one, I might do she said.

We got dressed and met up in the bar thirty minutes later. We laughed and joked while enjoying a nice meal and some drinks. The guys went to play pool while Wendy and I stayed behind and talked about various topics, including our sex lives.

I opened up about how far Bob and I had gone, rubbing against each other without penetration. Wendy shared that she used to do the same with Martin before they had intercourse for the first time. I joked that now I knew where Bob got his idea from, and we both laughed. It was refreshing to finally have someone to talk to openly about sex without judgment.

I asked Wendy if she was a virgin when she met Martin, and she confirmed that she was. I inquired about her first time, and she said it hurt a little as she broke her hymen and there was some blood, but it quickly turned into pleasure. She also mentioned that even though she was a virgin, Martin had been with other women before her, which made their first time less awkward. I commented that the same would probably apply to me because Bob has been with other women too. I realised I didn't know how many exactly, so I made a mental note to have a chat with Bob later on.

Wendy then asked if I was ready to lose my virginity soon, and I admitted that yes, very soon. I thanked her for being someone I could talk to about this topic without feeling embarrassed or judged.

The guys returned, talking about winning thanks to the lucky black ball falling in their favour. Martin asked what we had been discussing while they were gone, and Wendy replied nonchalantly that it was just girl talk about shoes and dresses. We all headed back to the B&B holding hands with our significant others. We exchanged goodnight wishes before going to our rooms, with Martin informing us that breakfast would be at eight followed by a day trip of his choosing.

Bob and I walked into the room together, and he slowly undressed me. As I stood there naked, he gazed at my body admiringly. I proudly thrust out my breasts, enjoying the thrill of being desired. He leaned in to kiss me and asked how he had been lucky enough to have someone like me. "You are beautiful in every way," he whispered, brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye. We kissed for what seemed like ages, talking to each other between kisses. I was completely exposed, while Bob was still fully dressed.

It was a new experience for me, and I found myself liking this confident side of myself more and more. In that moment, I knew when I would lose my virginity; I had a plan.

I returned the favour by undressing Bob as he had done to me, kissing him all over his body. When it was time to pull down his pants, I hesitated, but his erect penis popped out and hit me in the face, making me fall back in a fit of laughter.

After regaining my composure, we engaged in some intimate touching and rubbing. With Bob's assistance, I experienced two orgasms before he announced he was about to climax. "On my tits, please," I requested eagerly, starting to enjoy this new sensation. It must have been all the sticky cream from previous encounters that kept my breasts firm and looking good even now at my age; it was better than any moisturiser. Bob listened to my request and ejaculated onto my tits as I lay on the bed.

Afterwards, we both fell asleep peacefully cuddled up together until the alarm went off at 7 o'clock in the morning. As I prepared to jump into the shower, Bob pulled back the covers and pointed to his fully aroused cock with a smirk on his face. "What about this?" he asked mischievously. "I'm sorry, Bob, we don't have time," I replied apologetically. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it later." With that promise, we got ready and met up with Wendy and Martin for breakfast.

During breakfast, I asked Wendy where they were planning to take us today. She told us we would love it - Holy Island or Lindisfarne near Berwick-Upon-Tweed. Martin added that there was a tidal causeway to get on the island; we could only cross between 9 am to 3 pm, and it would be closed until 10 pm due to the tides. We decided to leave after breakfast at around 9:30 am so we could spend the entire day there. We stopped by to pick up some wine, beer, and food as we planned to stay there until late in the evening.

Neither Bob nor I had ever heard of Lindisfarne before, so we were excited to explore this new place. As we drove over the causeway, we couldn't help but notice it was like a single-lane raised track. This was in April 1981; upon returning four years ago in 2020, we found that it had become more commercialised and touristy with car parks and meters. However, back then, it was still peaceful and serene as we explored various places such as the castle, St. Mary's church, the priory, and other landmarks.

We drove to a secluded spot outside of town, surrounded by nature. The boys cracked open some beers while Wendy and I sipped on wine and enjoyed a lovely lunch. Afterwards, we strolled around town on a beautiful spring day, taking in the sights and enjoying each other's company.

As evening approached, we headed to the Fisherman's Arms for fish and chips and a pint of beer. When the boys went to order drinks, I asked them what they were having and Bob said pints of beer. Martin chimed in saying it was really good here, and with a cheeky smile, Wendy said that we'll have pints too. I looked at her and nodded in agreement.

As we finished our food and drinks, Bob had an idea. He suggested that since we couldn't leave the island until 10:30pm and it gets dark around 8pm, we could either sit around and wait to go, or have another pint at the pub before going back to the car where we had plenty of drinks and food. Stay in the car, and leave at 9am the next morning. Wendy playfully accused the boys of conspiring behind our backs but we all agreed to have a couple more pints and enjoy the rest of our evening.

On our way out, Wendy mentioned a shop that sold Lindisfarne Traditional Mead which she thought I would love. She wanted to go grab a bottle and suggested that the guys head back to the car while we have some "girly time". So off they went while Wendy and I got two- one litre bottles of mead, made only on the island using honey and wine.

As we walked back arm in arm, Wendy turned to me and said she hoped we could become good friends because she liked me. I replied saying I felt the same way. Our conversation was much more playful and risqué compared to last night. We talked about sex openly, with Wendy even giving me some tips from her experience.

She asked me about my experiences and I told her about the times in the car when  Bob touched me under my blouse and bra, and the night in my room when we stripped naked and pleasured each other. Wendy was surprised that I had never masturbated before and asked if I did it now. I told her that Bob and I enjoy sitting naked facing each other and masturbating until we both climax. She was impressed and said she will have to try it out herself. I couldn't believe I may have taught her something new.

I mentioned that if Bobs was gone for more than two weeks, I would have to pleasure myself. She laughed and said she felt the same way. She asked if I had any toys, and I blushed saying I didn't know what to buy or how to use them. She offered to take me shopping when Bob and I visited her in Plymouth.

Wendy shared that she couldn't go without her box of toys when Martin was away on a six-month trip. That realisation hit me hard, and I started crying. Wendy comforted me with a kiss on the cheek and reminded me that being with a sailor meant being apart for extended periods of time. She advised me to have good girlfriends for support and to get my own box of toys. I promised I would, and she pointed out one positive aspect: when they come back from long trips, it's like going on a honeymoon every time.

We both laughed, and she joked about fucking like rabbits until he has to leave again. I admitted that sounded appealing, and she turned serious asking if I had decided about losing my virginity. I smiled and said I had a plan in mind.

She was glad and reminded me that we must promise to be completely honest as friends, something she hadn't experienced before but thought would be nice. I agreed wholeheartedly.

She opened up about her sex life with Martin, revealing that they didn't wait as long as Bob and me did before having sex.

On their wedding night, she let him have anal sex with her, which surprised me. Wendy encouraged me to try it, saying I might like it, but I doubted it. She also told me about the first time she gave him oral sex and how much she enjoyed it. The first time he came in her mouth, she wasn't ready for it and choked, spitting it all over him. But the next time, she made up for it by swallowing it all. I mentioned a friend had told me it was disgusting, and she advised me never to try it. Wendy told me that some women might think so, but others love it like she does, and swallows every time.

As we chatted, Wendy suddenly asked if I had ever given a blowjob before. I shook my head no and she insisted that I should try it because guys love it and it makes you feel powerful. I was skeptical, but she explained the technique and how to make it enjoyable for the guy. Reluctantly, I agreed to try it sometime in the future.

When we returned to where the boys were, they were chatting and drinking beer. Wendy announced she needed to have a pee and suggested we go squat behind a tree out of sight from the boys. We both did our business and wiped with tissues before returning to join the boys.

We opened some mead and poured four glasses, but the boys stuck with their beer. As we chatted, time flew by and before we knew it, it was midnight. Martin proposed that we all sleep outside since the weather was nice and he had plenty of blankets and pillows available. Wendy and I looked at each other and agreed we had been duped. The boys set up two separate beds about six feet apart for us.

Then Wendy surprised me by saying that she owed me one from last night's incident, hinting at something more wild. She slowly stripped down to her bra and panties while dancing seductively for our enjoyment. I noticed bulging in Bob’s jeans. Then Wendy turned to me and asked if it was okay for her to sleep naked as she normally does. Feeling daring in front of Bob, I laughed and said go ahead. She took off her bra and panties, revealing her stunning body with perky nipples, trimmed pubic hair, and glistening wetness between her legs.

Wendy then dared me to do the same, reminding me that she had already seen me naked the previous night. I hesitated until Bob reassured me that he didn't mind if I did it too. So I stripped down like Wendy had, twirled around naked while they all clapped and complimented my body. Now Martin another man had seen me naked, instead of feeling embarrassed I felt liberated.

Finally, the boys stood up and stripped off their clothes quickly. I couldn't help but notice that they both were hard, similar-sized erections. Wendy exclaimed how lucky I was to have two well-endowed men in front of me and I couldn't argue with her.

We laid on the blankets and began to kiss and fondle each other. Bob kissed and sucked on my breasts, while Martin did the same to Wendy. We watched each other and mirrored our actions. Eventually, Martin went down on Wendy, while Bob went down on me. Though we were a distance apart, we could still see what was happening.

Suddenly, Martin got on his back and Wendy knelt by his side facing me. She grabbed his cock and was about to put it in her mouth when she stopped and looked into my eyes. Without saying a word, the look said it all: I dare you. Bob was now laying on his back and I knelt by his side, mirroring Wendy's position. We never lost eye contact as we both took our partners into our mouths.

It felt amazing; Bob was harder than I had ever felt him before, yet his skin felt soft and warm against my tongue. I couldn't believe that someone had told me it was disgusting - this was far from disgusting. As I watched Wendy I copied her movements, she reminded me to use my tongue for added pleasure. When I felt Bob getting close to climax, I pulled away and aimed at my tits. There was a lot of cum, causing Wendy to compliment my "paintwork." She had no cum on herself at all, but pointed out that Martin had cum in her mouth instead. I looked at her big smile and I said wasn't ready for that yet.

We laughed at the difference in reactions. Under the blankets once again, we cuddled and thanked each other for the amazing experience. I admitted that my friend who claimed it was disgusting didn't know what she was missing - I loved giving oral sex and it seemed like Bob loved receiving it just as much.

We heard moaning noises coming from the other blanket where Wendy was on top of Martin, slowly moving up and down. Inspired, I got on top of Bob and mimicked her actions. Though it may have looked the same from the outside, I knew that Wendy had Martin's big cock inside her, and I couldn't wait to experience Bob’s for myself.

This weekend with Wendy and Martin had completely changed my previous thoughts on everything. The next morning, we woke up to a beautiful day. Though it was a bit cold, the blankets kept us warm. Unlike Wendy, I had never slept outside before - another first in a night filled with so many new experiences.

I silently thanked Wendy as we got up and dressed, no longer embarrassed in each other's presence. As we all walked around and talked, our clothes were cold against our skin and made us shiver. Wendy mentioned she needed to go pee, so I joined her. As we both peed side by side, I couldn't help but notice a mixture of white cum among her urine. The colour had faded but it was still noticeable - confirmation of our activities last night.

After packing our belongings in the car, we stopped for a quick breakfast before heading back to the B&B. The owner was concerned when she saw us return, but we assured her we simply got stuck on Lindisfarne. She shared that it had happened to her and her ex as well. We then asked if there were any vacant rooms for one more night and she happily agreed to let us keep our current rooms.

Once settled back at the B&B, we took showers and went out for a walk before returning to the same pub where we had dinner on Friday night.

After an early night, we met up with Wendy and Martin the next morning for breakfast. I promised Wendy that we would visit them in Plymouth and stay with them, as they had a spare room for guests.

We exchanged addresses and home phone numbers before parting ways; this was before mobile phones. In private, I whispered to Wendy that my plan was in motion and I intended to convince Bob to stay at a nice hotel instead of driving straight home. She wished me luck and said she wanted all the details when I visited.

We dropped Wendy and Martin at her mums, before setting off home.

On our drive home, I put my plan into action by asking Bob if instead of going straight home, we could find a nice hotel with pool and sauna facilities on the way. He agreed, and we found a lovely hotel near Weatherby with available rooms. After using the pool, sauna, and steam room, we went back to our room on the way we booked a table for dinner.

I had a shower, put on my makeup and walked into the bedroom naked, telling Bob the bathroom was free.

While he was getting ready, I got dressed. I opted for a matching set of lingerie - push-up bra, tiny panties, stockings, and suspenders - all white and completely transparent. Just as I finished getting dressed, Bob came out of the bathroom saying "wow" at the sight of me. I chose a dress that fell just above my knees so that he wouldn't see my stockings. He asked me to do a twirl and then told me how beautiful I looked and how lucky he was.

During dinner, I felt nervous knowing what was going to happen later that night - in April 1981, eight months after we first started dating, I would lose my virginity to Bob, who had no idea. It was a wonderful meal with a few wines to settle my nerves.

At nine o'clock, I suggested we go back to the room since we were both tired from the weekend's activities, and I needed some sleep. His face fell, but I couldn't wait to make him happy again. He kindly agreed and showed his gentle nature once more.

As we entered the room, I dimmed the lights and lit some scented candles that I had placed around the room. Bob asked what they were for and I replied that they were to help us relax after a long day. I instructed him to get on the bed while I undressed him before going to sleep. I took off his shoes, socks, shirt, and trousers, leaving him in just his underwear.

When I saw his erection pushing against his pants, I couldn't resist placing my hand on it and teasing him about being too tired to do anything about it until the morning. He tried to force a smile, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

I removed his pants and stood up to fold them neatly on a chair. Then, I told him to close his eyes as I undressed myself. Once he did, I removed my dress and laid it next to his clothes on the chair. Standing by the side of the bed, with a full-length mirror behind me, I let him take in my entire body at once. When I gave him permission to open his eyes, he was speechless for the first time since I had known him.

Eventually, he managed to say that when we went out to dinner earlier, he thought I looked beautiful but seeing me like this took it to a whole new level. He also mentioned being able to see everything through my underwear even though I was dressed.

I slowly unhooked my bra and placed it on the chair, followed by sliding off my panties and placing them next to my dress. As I started undoing my suspenders, Bob stopped me with a deep husky voice saying that he wanted me to keep them on. His words sent shivers down my spine and made me tremble inside.

Kneeling before him, I grabbed his cock and began sucking it, just as Wendy had described - feeling a sense of power and control. When I stopped for a moment, I told Bob that Wendy had encouraged me to try giving him a blow job, and from now on, it was something I wanted to do all the time. He smiled and said he had wanted me to do it too but didn't want to pressure me. Then, he stated he must remember to thanked Wendy for her role in this new development.

As he moved to go down on me, I stopped him and told him that thanks to the buildup of anticipation throughout the day, I was already wet enough. Straddling him with my knees on either side of his body, just above his cock, I slowly lowered myself onto him. There was a slight sting as his head entered me, but it quickly disappeared as I continued sliding down until he was fully inside me. My clit rubbed against his body as I sat there on top of him - goodbye virginity.

The look of shock and surprise on his face was priceless. I leaned down and kissed him before whispering that I wasn't tired at all like he had assumed. He smiled back and said that I had planned this whole thing out, thanking me for it. I confirmed that it was all part of my plan and revealed that I had even told Wendy about it earlier that day. He jokingly mentioned how he and Martin would have to keep an eye on us from now on. Feeling full with Bob inside me, I began to move up and down slowly at first while he placed his hands on my tits. As the pleasure built up inside me, I increased my speed until eventually, I had the most intense orgasm of my life - even squirting a little bit.

After a brief pause, I resumed building up speed again. I could tell he was getting close as his body tensed and his cock grew in size. He whispered that he was about to cum, which sent me over the edge into an even more intense orgasm than before. We cuddled and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, and in the morning, we repeated our passionate encounter. It was Wendy's suggestion for me to be on top so that I could control the pace and intensity without him realising. It was another night of firsts.

We packed had breakfast and drove back to my bedsit, spending the rest of the week indulging in steamy lovemaking sessions. I urged Bob to try every position he knew, enjoying them all but especially loving doggy style.

Unfortunately, Sunday arrived too soon, and Bob had to leave for Plymouth. I wouldn't see him for another four weeks, but I was content with the amazing week we shared.

I'll stop here for now; I originally wanted this to be one story, but it turned out to be too long. I feel compelled to share the whole build-up of our relationship; it provides context for all the naughty fun that is yet to come.

I hope you enjoyed reading it; please feel free to leave any comments or feedback. If you liked it, don't forget to hit the like and favourite buttons.

Carol 🥰🥰