The actual first time ..

The actual first time ..

It´s finally here. The so called “First time” first time of a woman´s life. I know I should not be sarcastic about it, but I can´t help it. This is not my First time, not by a long shot. Months of planning, and endless discussions over every petty detail kinda wears you out, you know? And when everything´s has to “Be” perfect, you realize it´s possible that nothing is.

It´s ironic how the First time I can remember started as my worst day in years. I was feeling horrible, frustrated, can´t recall why, I think it had something to do with the flowers, but I was just way over my head, fed up with the planners complains, and everything wedding related that I just snapped. Shut the phone down. The bride was AWOL. My “best friend” bailed on me, a day before the big W. The worst blow was the bachelorette´s. I mean, I was about to get married, if you can´t be bothered to plan a girl night out, and book a stripper, at least take me for some drinks.

I could have made out with some random jerk, half drunk, and call it a night. I wasn´t planning in actually have a hook up, but the idea of having one last chance to get hit on, and be look upon with lust. To be desired by a total stranger knowing he is picturing you totally naked being tossed around like a fuckdoll. I know it´s not the perfect fantasy. But who said fantasies needed to be perfect. The funny thing about perfect things, as I was saying, it´s you don´t plan them, they just happen.

To make things worse, the bitch I´m forced to call my boss made me stay afterhours to wait for a delivery guy, like I´m a doorgal, or something. Anyway, bored to death, and running out of sites to browse. I was in the third daydream about being ravaged, and left asleep in some fleabag hotel, when this “delivery guy” rang the bell. I admit being kinda aroused when I came back to reality, and seeing what I saw trough the monitor didn’t help to calm me down. So I ran to the door like a school girl.

Knob in hand the first thing I lay my eyes upon is a sweet ass, in tight jeans. He turns, and I think he notice my eyesight was way down his belt line. He greeted me with a little smirk, and said something like “Sign here, to receive this package”. I was turned on I actually replay “That´s a nice package”. It was so cliché, I´m embarrassed to remember that detail, funny enough he raised his eyebrows, I can only guess after using that lame pickup line for the hundredth time he was surprised someone played along first time.

He smirked again, and his deep brown eyes had this glow, only confidence can give you. Man are not hard to read, and he was an open book, he had his “I’m gonna score” face, which to be honest suited him nicely, just as his perfume. A breeze was gentle enough to blow it my way. It was a sweet fragrance. Fresh, and a bit fruity, but in a manly way. There’s nothing sexier than a neatly dressed man, with a nice perfume, and oozing confidence. It’s almost intoxicating for first time.

Do you have pen? I asked, to which he replied “Sorry. Can´t you find one back there”. Yes I can, give a minute, and walked away. I left the door opened hoping he followed me, but he jus stood there staring at my ass. I turned midway and yelled “Left the door open, fell free to come wait inside”, not two seconds later I heard his step following mine.

Where do you want the package? He asked – Everywhere, I screamed inside, while sitting beside the desk. Just leave it there, I said; noticing he was looking directly to my breast, my nipples were so hard his eyes had no choice. I lay back in the chair to raise them a litlle bit, just to tease him. He looked so numbed, complete mesmerize by my boobs, so I just stare at his face waiting for him to notice he was caught, redhanded. As soon as he looked up and our eyes clashed it was too late, I let myself go and jump on him.

That first time kiss was so hot. He grabbed me firmly and pulled me against his chest, and before I could say something he swoop the desk and threw me like a ragdoll. I pulled him toward me by his belt, and undid his button and zipper. Reach inside his briefs, and grabbed his dick; it was starting to get hard; it unfolded right in front on my amazed eyes. He had this intense fire in his eyes and that smirk again. In that moment he knew I was his. He reached to my face. The soft touch of his hand in my cheek burnt me inside. I was butter melting over this hot bread. It was a Baguette by the way.

I unbuttoned my pants and he yanked then out with one pull. Same for my underwear. He kneeled in front of the desk as I opened my legs for him. He didn’t waste any time. I was so wet it dripped a little, and my hips shook when he started to eat my out. That tongue was wild, he licked up, down, side to side, and he even pressed it against my clitoris. He was amazing. My pulsating clit was synchronizing to my heart beating as I moaned in pleasure. Like a million of tiny electroshocks were jumping all along my spine. My body started shakig, and then a little explosion followed by one lonely, broken, high pitched scream marked my first orgasm.

We did it again, now I was standing, legs wide spread and hands against the desk. He started pounding from behind. So hard the desk started to move frontwards, he pulled my hair, tilting my head backwards as his hips pounded my ass. He went so deep his balls were knocking my clit. This was not “lovemaking”. This was raw, intense and really physical. We fucked our brains out.

Then, the guilt. I started panicking after realizing what we did. I said “Oh my god, this is wrong. I´m marrying tomorrow” He laughed. I wanted to kill him. He said. “I´m gonna give you my blessing” with a condescending tone. I was intrigued. He made me kneel before him and say “open your mouth”, speaking softly but with authority so I just silently comply. He was getting hard again, and put his dick in my lips. It felt warmth and tender. I closed my eyes and swallowed whole. He almost got to my throat, his head banged the back of my mouth just pass tonsils.

I gag a couple of time. Saliva was dripping all over the place, crawling down my hands, me chin, and little drips were making his way to may breast. Then he took it out, touch my cheek again, made look up, and burst all over my face it was a awesome first time.

“Now you have my blessing”, Said, while he started to pull his jeans up. He then got dressed and let me there, naked, exhausted, used, depleted, and “blessed” all over. I can´t seem to stop thinking about him. Even now, as we already said our votes, and the father is giving us his blessing, I’m already blessed beneath this makeup. This man in front of me may be taking my veil away, but I´m not blushing from emotion, I´m blushed because he is receiving me marked by another man. The thing is, only I know how blessed I am in this First time.