My First Time in the Hotel Shower: Losing My Virginity to Clotilde
Sweat poured down my back. Third-floor hotel room. 3 PM. Clotilde and I had been making beds for hours. Seventeen chambers. Non-stop hustle. My muscles ached. She was in charge. Twenty-five, Black beauty, wide smile. ‘Pause,’ she said. ‘I’m soaked.’ Me too. Heart already thumping from the morning chaos.
Earlier, the medical exam crushed me. First time women saw me naked. Doctoresse and Sophie. Hands on my balls. Rolling them. ‘Gorgé de jus.’ I hardened fast. No control. They jerked me. Décalotté. Expert strokes. Exploded in their palms. Cheeks burned. Then girls glimpsed my morning wood. Emma, Naomi giggling. Laundry with Mona. Her bushy pussy. Finger inside her heat. She milked me dry. Each step chipped my innocence. But this? Real entry.
The Nervous Approach
Clotilde dashed to the bathroom. Shower hissed on. Steam billowed. She returned. Fingers on blouse buttons. Pop. Pop. One by one. Full breasts spilled free. No bra. Just panties hugging wide hips. My throat tightened. Eyes locked on her. She grinned. ‘Douche together. It’ll refresh us.’ Fear spiked. Desire twisted in my gut. No turning back. Job newbie. Her turf.
She closed in. Fingers on my red uniform jacket. Off. Shirt unbuttoned. Belt loose. Pants pooled at ankles. Slip yanked down. My cock twitched half-hard already. She stripped her panties. Freshly shaved pubis. Smooth dark skin. Glistened. Took my hand. Pulled me to the tub. Warm water cascaded. Slippery tiles. Heart hammered like drums. Breath short. Unknown loomed.
Handed me soap. ‘Badigeonne-moi.’ Lathered her. Shoulders first. Down her back. Breasts heavy, nipples peaked under foam. ‘There. And lower.’ Slid hands to her ass. Between thighs. Wetness not just water. She moaned soft. My dick surged. Rock hard. Throbbed. She cupped it. ‘Jolie tige. Digne d’un black.’ Eyes sparkled mischief.
The Raw Instant and Lasting Trace
Turned her back. Arched. Gripped my shaft. Guided tip to her slit. Heat radiated. ‘Enfonce-toi, petit blanc. Ma chatte a faim.’ Pulse raced. Legs shook. Pushed. Slipped in. First time ever. Velvet grip. Tight, soaking. Squeezed me. Gasped. Filled her completely. Innocence gone. Thrust awkward. Hesitant. Like a pup with new bone.
She rocked back. ‘Défonce-moi.’ Picked up rhythm. Slaps echoed over water. Hands on her hips. Slid deep. Out. Sensations exploded. Warm walls milked. Clit grazed my base. Her breaths ragged. ‘Pine-moi, gros cochon. Elle est bonne ta queue.’ Dirty words fueled me. Harder. Faster. Sweat mixed with suds. Balls tightened. She clawed shower curtain. Body tensed. Shuddered. Came hard. Juices flooded.
Couldn’t hold. One final slam. Emptied inside. Jets pulsed. Weak-kneed. Pulled out. Semen dripped. We rinsed silent. Dressed quick. Back to beds. But changed. No boy anymore. Man. Echoed all day. Girls’ laughs. Mona’s kiss. Exam hands. Culminated here. Horizons blown open. Nervous kid dead. Craved more.
