Holiday Hotel

I used to go to every social evening they held that allowed local residents in for free. The guy who ran the band there was totally sexy! I would flirt with him from the dance floor, and more than once made sure he got a good look up my dress.

One evening I had arrived very early to get a good seat at the front of the ballroom near the stage. I was actually planning to flash him, but as I got out of the lift (the main ballroom was downstairs) I walked right into him! We chatted, and as I hoped he suggested we 'go for a walk'. We didn't get far, only as far as one of the bathrooms. (Not the American kind, these had a huge bath in them for rooms that were not en-suite.)

In there he took me in his arms and kissed me. I damn near melted! Then I felt his hand on my breast and soon after he worked his hand up under my top. I was rubbing his cock through his trousers and I was desperate to see it. All this time, we never said a word to each other. Then he put his hand up my skirt and into my panties. I was so wet! Then I felt him ease my panties down to mid-thigh and at the same time, I got his cock out. He fingered me and I jacked him. Then, he pulled me towards him and his cock slipped between my thighs. It was against my pussy, but not inside me or anywhere near to going in, but it was the first cock I had ever had between my legs.

In his lovely musical voice he said 'Well, Sarah. How does it feel to have a cock between your legs and almost touching your cunt?' The bad language made me hotter than ever. 'I wouldn't mind being the first with you' he added. I said 'I want you to BE the first!' and I meant it!

Instead, he moved away, kind of sideways on to me and I started to jack him until he said 'Sarah, you are about to make me spunk.' And for the first time in my life, I saw a guy spurt. Then he turned his attention and his wonderful organists fingers to me and made me cum.

All the time, he whispered really dirty things in my ear.

All that evening, I kept getting wetter and wetter. By the time I got home, my panties were a totally different colour and I had to masturbate before I could get to sleep.

Well, unfortunately, he wasn't my first, and I never did fuck him.

If he is reading this, even though I am married now, I would go to bed with him in a heartbeat. If Chris is reading this, I would even wear my old school uniform again.

Now, I have to go and masturbate thinking of a really erotic night almost 20 years ago.