Valentines Day

Literotic asexstories – Valentines Day by bensha,bensha
A true story of a sexual awakening, all characters are over 18 and names have been changed.

I kept my promise to Helen and opened my Valentines card on the morning of the 14th of February.

The front depicted a bunch of red roses with the words, “I LOVE YOU.” Blazoned across the top. Nice, but nothing out of the ordinary, what shocked me was the hand written verse inside which went,

Guitar strings are taut,

Ready for plucking,

You make me horny,

I want my first????ing.

Underneath the poem she wrote,

Forget our day out, be at my house at 10am.

Let me start a the beginning, Helen was a friend of a friend, we had spoken a few times but that was that, Like me she had just turned 18 and was studying in college. Short, overweight with curly black hair, she was the type of girl, normally I wouldn’t look twice at. One Saturday, I was in town, looking to buy some new trainers. I saw a pair I liked in a shoe shop and was quite surprised when she approached me asking,

“Can I help you.”

I was unaware that she worked there part time. Using her staff discount, she got me a fantastic deal and as a thank you, I offered to buy her a drink.

“My lunch break is in 15 minutes, if you like you can buy me one then.” she replied.

Whilst we chatted, sharing a drink, me with a pint, her a coke, I found myself being drawn to her, not by her looks but by her voice. It was so soft and musical, every sentence seemed like a lyric from a song. I was so enchanted by it, I invited her to the cinema. Although she could not make this evening, a date was set for the following Saturday.

The week seemed to drag by, I was working as an apprentice and found it hard to concentrate, my mind drifting to Saturday night.

The day finally arrived and I me her straight from work, still dressed in her uniform of a long grey skirt and white blouse, which did little to hide her fuller figure, we headed to the cinema. During the film, I slipped my hand around her shoulders and asked

“May I kiss you?”

Her reply was both shocking and straight to the point.

“You can, but you will be the first boy I have ever kissed and if you think of doing anything else, let me tell you, I intend to keep my first sexual contact for my wedding night.”

Lifting her chin, I gently placed my lips to hers, held them there for a few minutes, before kissing her deeper, and so the pattern was set for the next 9 months.

Every Saturday evening we would meet, go to the movies, kiss and cuddle but whenever I placed my hand on her leg or made a move to touch her breasts, she would push me away, telling me to,

“Stop!”

That changed one Friday night in December, we had been invited to a party at her friends house, due to work and the need to go home and change, I would not be able to make it till around 8pm. When I got there, it was in full swing, people were dancing and drinking all over the house. When she saw me, Helen ran to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, deeper than ever before, I could taste the alcohol on her lips. Getting me a can, she had another glass of wine and introduced me to her friends.

“Will you help me find the bathroom?” She asked, a little later.

“I feel a little light headed and a bit unsteady on my feet.” She continued.

Taking me by the hand she led the way, as she climbed the stairs, I could not take my eyes of her arse, her bum totally filled her tight jeans, and swayed side to side with each step. I waited outside whilst she used the loo and when she finished, instead of going straight back down to the party, she started to open the doors and peering in to the bedrooms, before pulling me into one. The one we entered must have been the main one, it was large with a big double bed in the centre. We lay upon it, on our sides facing each other, Helen’s mouth attacking mine. She was kissing me with a fever like never before, her tongue was darting in and out of my open lips, she sucked my tongue, nibbled my lower lip. I inched my hand up from where it had been resting on her hip moving it towards her chest, I moved slowly, waiting for her to push me away. That never happened and I found myself holding her left breast in my hand, like the rest of her body, it felt big and heavy and appeared to be topped with a large nipple. She put her hand around the back of my head, pulling me closer, clamping her mouth to mine, as I cupped, massaged and stroked her tit. I’m sure the vibrations, I was feeling upon my lips were her silent moans. I was going to try and place my hand under her tee-shirt as my next move, but when I moved my hand down over her stomach in order to pull it out of her jeans, I thought to myself,

“How far is she willing to let you go?”

I placed my hand on her inner thigh, quite close to her pussy, when she lifted one leg and parted them slightly, I knew I had her permission to go further. With my palm between her legs, I began to rub her through her jeans, this time her moan was audible. A noise from outside disturbed her, she pulled away, straightened her clothing and headed back downstairs. After the party was over, I headed home thinking what might have been.

The following night, we met as usual but tonight there was a difference, Helen seemed a lot quieter than normal, not holding my hand and speaking very little as we headed towards the cinema. As I purchased the tickets, as normal Helen made use of the restrooms, to freshen up a little, on her return she had a wry smile upon her face. We take our normal lovers seats, you know the ones designed for two people, allowing close contact. The lights dimmed and we snuggled up ready for the film to start. She whispered in my ear,

“Shaun about last night.”

I expected her to say it was the drink, that she regretted what took place and that it could never happen again. Instead, what she said surprised me.

“Thank you, I loved it, if you want? You can touch me some more.”

One good thing about attending the early evening showing of a movie, is that the cinema is almost empty, like us lovers dotted around the hall, giving each other some privacy. Looking around to ensure no-one could see, I opened the top few buttons of her blouse and slipped my hands inside the openings, all I felt was bare flesh, her tits were unrestrained, free of her bra.

“I took it off in the toilets.” She purred.

Because of their size and weight, sagged a little, but they were as soft as silk, warm, inviting and at my very touch, her nipples grew erect. I was in heaven. I spent ages playing with them.

“Try here.” She groaned.

Taking my hand she placed it under the hem of her skirt, resting it just above her knee. I could feel the roughness of the nylon that covered her legs, Helen was now nibbling upon my neck, something she knew turned me on, so I began stroking her leg, running my fingers back and forth edging a little higher with each pass, I stopped suddenly as my fingers hit bare flesh, I looked at her and silently mouthed,

“Stockings?”

She whispered to me,

“That’s all I wear.”

My already hard cock, grew even more erect at that thought. I imagined her bent over wearing them while I pounded her from behind. There was plenty for me to play with, her plump thighs spilled out over the tops of her hosiery, forming little crevices for me to explore. Circling my fingers over her naked thighs, she gasped when my little finger brushed against her knickers. I could feel a few of her pubic hairs poking out from the side of the material, as I stroked the vee between her leg and pussy. She slightly parted her legs, as if inviting me to go further. Putting my hand between her legs, I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, she groaned and bit into my neck as I traced the outline of her labia through the cotton of her knickers, which by the way felt quite damp. Slowly up and down her lips, I let my fingers glide, alternating between barely touching to pressing hard. I loved feeling of them opening and growing pussy, pushing out against my fingers. Helen was fidgeting in her seat, pushing her hips forward and when I brushed her little nub, she let out a little yelp and her body shuddered,

“You made me cum.” She whispered in my ear.

When I tried to put my hand inside her knickers, she pushed it away, saying

“Next time.”

Over the next few weeks our petting became more intense, she allowed me to finger fuck her and Helen had given me a few hand jobs.

Valentines day was approaching fast, we made arrangements to spend the day together, taking a short train journey along the coast. Having a meal together before going dancing. Those plans went out of the window, when I read her card.

I arrived on time, a single red rose in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Helen answered the door still wearing her pyjamas and dressing gown, she led me to the living room, placed my gifts upon the coffee table, before joining me on the sofa. Our lips met and instantly she began to probe my mouth with her tongue, I pulled her robe open, the thin satin material of her pj’s did little to hide her excitement, her huge tits, hung low, her hard nipples poked out, her chest was heaving. I wanted to rip her clothes off there and then and put my cock inside her. But she had other ideas, taking me by the hand, she took me upstairs,

“I’m going to take a shower, you can wait outside and chat to me, okay.”

She closed the door on me saying,

“No peeking.”

I could hear the water flowing and thought to myself, peek, I will do more than just look. Quickly removing my clothes, I quietly opened the door, stepped inside the bathroom, pulled back the shower curtain and climbed in beside her. She looked shocked and tried to cover herself up, not doing a very good job of it, her small hands could not contain her large tits and most of her areola was exposed. Down below, where I used to run my fingers through her dense bush, was now practically bare, just a small strip of black hair remained. This was the first time, that we had both seen each other totally naked. Even though she was way overweight, there was something about the way she carried it, that made her irresistible. She pushed me away when I tried to touch her, telling me,

“Dry off, and when you hear me call, follow my voice,”

I watched her naked arse bounce as she left, it seemed like hours before I heard my name being called, I followed the sound of her voice and entered her parents bedroom. Helen was standing next to the bed, wearing a black, see through, baby doll nightie, sheer black panties, stockings held up by suspenders.

“I can see you approve.” She said, staring directly at my erect cock.

I moved in front of her, lifted her chin and placed my lips upon hers, she readily accepted my tongue, twisting hers around it. She stumbled onto the bed, pulling me on top of her, our mouths still locked together, her breasts crushed against my bare chest, my hard cock resting between her open legs.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked her.

“I want it more than anything.” Was her reply.

I eased her nightie up, over the top of her breasts, kissing one, then the other, flicking my tongue around her areolae, before sucking each nipple in turn. Helen grabbed my head, pushing my mouth deeper onto her chest, squashing my face against the large orbs, I was struggling to breath as they enveloped my nose and mouth. Meanwhile, Helen was using her hips, grinding her pussy, back and forth along my cock, the roughness of her panties sending little bolts of electricity, all through my body. If she didn’t stop soon, I knew I would erupt. Pulling myself away from her boobs, I trailed my tongue down, over her stomach, dipping it in and out of her belly button, before edging lower. She shuddered and moaned, when I slid gently over her knickers, my tongue just about in contact with them, my nose was filled with the aroma of arousal. I slipped off the bed, kneeling between her open legs, running my hands over her stockings, I buried my face between her parted thighs, her panties were wet and through them, I was able to taste the sweet, slightly salty, love juice soaking into them. She groaned when I pushed my tongue against her labia, the taut material pushing back, resisting me, I licked her like a kitten lapping water, quick, long strokes and when I reached her clit she screamed out,

“OH FUCKING HELL.”

Her hands were desperately trying to push her knickers down, taking my lead from her, I placed my fingers in the waistband and yanked them down, with so much force, the flimsy material ripped. Her pink lips were open and glistening with her juices. Grabbing me by the hair, she pulled me up, her tongue forced it’s way inside my mouth, between gasps, she panted,

“Do it now.”

Rubbing my cock up and down her wet pussy, to lubricate my cock, I positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. As a virgin I expected more resistance when I entered her but she was so wet and ready, one small thrust and I broke through her hymen. Her initial cry of pain was soon replaced with groans of pleasure, as I started to slide in and out of her. My mind was blown, as the tight walls of her pussy gripped me hard. I could feel her juices coating my cock, grabbing her hips, I thrust further until I was fully buried inside her.

“OH YES… FUCK ME… FUCK ME HARD…” She screamed.

She me every thrust from me with a buck of her hips, I was right inside her, my balls were banging against her arse. I had to warn her I was close to coming. I tried to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around me, the nylon of her stockings, sending shocks throughout me.

“I want your cum.” She yelled.

I was grunting, my sweat dripping onto her heaving breasts, her legs locking me in place,

“I’m cumming, let me pull out.”

She was having none of it, she dug her nails into me, scratching my back, drawing blood,

“FILL MY CUNT, FILL IT FULL, I WANT YOU CUM INSIDE ME, NOW!!!!”

I could not hold back nor could I pull out, my first squirt hit the back of her womb, followed by a full eruption. She reciprocated by coming as well, biting hard on my neck. The beast was awakened, we fucked all day, she rode, I did her doggy, she sucked me off, I licked her. Mutual orgasm followed orgasm, the bed was stained and soaking.

Following that day I nicknamed her “MARTINI” as the old advert said “Anytime, any place, anywhere. We had sex everywhere, cinema, public toilets, open air.

We ended up getting married, and after 40 years we are still together and have shared many an adventure together. I will let Helen tell you about them.