My First Time: Pizza Delivery Turned Wild Hotel Encounter
That hotel room in Rue de Beaumont, Noyelles-Godault, right off the A1. Heart slamming in my chest as I knock three times. Pizza bag heavy, but my mind’s racing. Door swings open. Not the husband alone. This woman. Lilly. Bustier hugging her curves, deep cleavage spilling out, no panties, smooth pubis staring me down. Legs in black stockings. My jaw drops. Tongue lolls. Blood rushes south. Hard instantly.
She smiles, wicked, inviting. ‘Put it on the desk, Marco.’ Voice like honey. I stumble in. Eyes glued to her tits, then lower. Pubis bare, inviting. Husband watches, calm. No anger. Fear mixes with lust. What the fuck? Turn back? No. Too late. Door shuts. Pulse thunders in ears. She steps closer. Fragrance hits me. Nervous sweat on my palms. ‘You can touch,’ she whispers.
The Approach
Hands tremble. Reach out. First contact. Soft skin on her breast. Real. Warm. Full. Squeeze gently. She doesn’t stop me. Kiss them. Lips on flesh. Electric jolt. Heart explodes. Go lower. Kneel. Kiss her smooth mound. Hands on her ass. Plump, perfect. Grip it. She moans. I’m shaking. This is real. No girlfriend ever let me this far, this fast.
She pulls me to the bed. Hand on my bulge. ‘Hard already?’ Zipper down. Pants drop. Cock out. Small, but throbbing. Her mouth engulfs it. Warm, wet heaven. First blowjob like this. Tongue swirls. Suck deep. Balls tighten. Can’t hold. ‘Gonna cum!’ She sucks harder. Explode. Shots down her throat. She swallows. World spins. Legs weak.
No time to recover. She wants more. On all fours. Ass up. Perfect cheeks. Condom on, shaking fingers. Push in. Tight, wet heat. Thrust hard. Too eager. Pump frantic. Seconds later, boom. Cum again. Collapse. Brain empty.
The Breaking Point
She laughs soft. Explains women need time. Me? Two minutes max. Shame burns. But she climbs on, reverse. Ass grinding my lap. Cock stirs. Hard again. She rides. Deep. Her fingers on clit. Moans build. I fight it. Think scooters, pizzas. Futile. She cums loud. Shakes. Triggers me. Third load. Blackout. Pass out cold.
Wake to shakes. Pizza cold. Almost 8:30. Panic. Dress frantic. She smiles. ‘Happy early birthday.’ Run out. Scooter roars away. Heart still races.
That night broke me open. Innocence gone. Tasted real desire. Raw power of a woman’s body. No more fumbling with prudes. Knew then: world’s full of secrets. Mine just started. Still jerk to it. Forever changed.
