Filling up the Virgin(67)

There was this awkward silence inside the truck as his fingers gripped the steering wheel. I waited to see what his response was going to be and then I got the surprise of my life with his fingers touching my bare knee. It moved cautiously up underneath the hem of my skirt. His fingers came in contact with the wetness of my desire for him. This had to be some kind of wet dream that I was going to wake up from with my hand digging obscenely between the lips of my pussy.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like, but I never thought that this day would actually come. You deserve so much better than John. He was unworthy of your love and affection. I don’t think that you were truly in love with him and maybe you were just clinging to the only man that you thought could ever love you. If you’re serious, then I would be honored to give you your first lessons. I do have to warn you ahead of time that I can be a pretty strict taskmaster.” The idea that he would be firm and demanding had never occurred to me, but now it was sending a chill down my spine with more than anticipation.

I swallowed hard, realizing that I had put it out there and he had grabbed the ball and was now running for the touchdown. His fingers had touched me and that one moment of sheer bliss radiated through my features like I couldn’t get enough. He pulled them aside and unlike John, he was in no hurry to go any further than what he had already done.

I was one that grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers against the sodden opening. Waging war against my virginity had become my mission in life. I felt those two fingers begin to inch forward and slip within the tight confines of my velvety opening. I applied pressure to his hand and waited, until I could feel that restriction preventing him from going through to the other side. I used his hands, as he moved them to stimulate those nerve endings that made me tremble in his grasp.

I opened my eyes and I stared at him, as he brought me closer and closer to that moment. It was a slow building exercise that made it necessary for me to grab onto something while he was driving. I’d learned to drive stick when I was younger, but this was nothing like those sticks that I had taken control of. This was more than I bargained for and the shape and size really did cement the fact that he was blessed.

“Stacey, I want you to cum all over my fingers and then I want you to be a good girl and lick them clean. What are you waiting for? This is your first class lesson and I expect obedience at all times. If I don’t get it, then I might have to resort to more extreme measures to make my intentions clear.” I felt the endorphins of my sex drive becoming too much to handle. I took his fingers in, as far as they would go without breaking through that thin layer. He was the one that finally touched me with his thumb, circling my clit and using the wetness that was provided to draw in a complete circle one way and then back the other way.

“You want me to cum…so badly…and I don’t think that I’m in any shape to refuse…YOUUUUUUUUU.” I came and the feeling was sublime like my own personal fantasy coming to life right in front of my eyes. I ground against him, soaking his digits and then I pulled them into my mouth and gave them the kind of attention that I was going to give John’s cock.

“Oh yeah… that’s the way that I want you to do it. I want you to learn how to do it the right way. Gag on those two fingers. Believe me; you’re going to have to get accustomed to something a lot thicker and longer than what my two fingers are. This is only the first lesson and there are so many left that it’s hard to me to figure out where to begin.” I used my tongue to make sure that his digits were completely cleaned off. I lay back with a sort of contentment. He was asking me to do something that was considered unladylike. I felt this dirty and naughty feeling that took control of my actions.

“That was like I was coming and going at the same time. Are you sure that there’s not anything more that you want me to do? I feel that you deserve something for all of your hard work. It doesn’t seem fair that I would get all the pleasure and you were left with a perpetual case of blue balls.” He almost laughed and the snicker under his breath that ensued was a little disconcerting.

“I am a very patient man. I have no interest in ruining a good thing. Making you wait for it is better than jumping headlong and taking things too far too quickly. I know that you’re anxious and it’s that sense of wonder and excitement that I am counting on.” He had to go around and open the door for me at this private airfield. A Learjet was waiting for us with the prerequisite captain wearing his hat and sunglasses upon our arrival.

I got out and I felt a little lightheaded and Joseph was right there to hold me up. The bit of grey at his temples gave him that maturity and sense of experience that I was looking for in a lover. We boarded the plane and I wanted to join a certain club, but I was too drained from the day’s activities to do much of anything. I could barely keep my eyes open.