This is my first story . . . leave comments and part two can improve upon this beginning.
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Mmmm, mmmm, oooh my God . . . .
I rubbed my clit furiously while reading this story about a maid getting fucked by her boss. It was a pretty ridiculous plot, but it did everything for me. Her sexy older boss knew exactly how to get her to stop masturbating on his bed while he was at work. Fuck it out of her. I was soaking wet just thinking about it. But I couldn't hit an orgasm. Ever.
I had been 18 for almost three whole weeks and was by far the last girl from my high school's graduating class with her virginity. Which, based on my public appearance as a high honor student and captain of two varsity sports, was not that surprising. Most people would even suspect that I was doing it, (or not doing it, depending on the way you saw it) on purpose. But I had this secret life as a dirty slut that watched porn, read dirty stories, masturbated while thinking about older men. Which would be enough to get me by until college started, if I had ever been able to bring myself to an orgasm. I had tried everything, read tips in magazines and online, gotten vibrators, and still nothing.
Which is why I made a plan to get fucked in the summer after high school ended. I was legal. I was free. I had nothing in the way of losing my virginity. I'm not exactly a supermodel, but I am pretty good looking. Nice curves, lean muscles from twelve straight seasons of varsity sports, with C cups, long, wavy brown hair, and blue eyes that set in really nicely with my lightly tanned summer skin. But I didn't want some quickie with a teenage guy in the back seat of the car he borrows from his parents. I knew this wouldn't satisfy the slut that I become in the privacy of my bedroom. I needed a man. I even had one in mind.
The assistant rowing coach, Brian Andrews, from my school. He was only five years older than me and whenever we talked it was like he was flirting with me, or at the very least liked me subconsciously. This one time when driving down to a regatta three hours away, he and I ended up sitting next to each other. He sat down in the aisle seat and even though there was room for us to be farther apart, our thighs and arms touched the entire way down. When he reached over me to pull down the window, my arm touched his crotch lightly, and when he sat back down I could tell he noticed, but he didn't say anything. And, on my god, he had an amazing body. Four years of rowing division one in college made him tall, tan, and a perfect example of lean, strong muscle that rippled down his body.
Even though I planned on sleeping with him and we lived in the same small town, I had no real plans on how to run into him enough to get him to fuck me. Until, in the middle of July, I was presented with an opportunity. I normally run a few laps around a local man-made pond that served as swimming hole. It was almost an exact mile around and I liked to make use of it in the early morning so that I could see the sunrise as I drove up. However, this one day I overslept. Not one to miss my run, I headed out about an hour later than I was used to, knowing that by that time I probably would have to deal with at least a dog walker rather than the nice solitude I preferred. As I pulled in, I saw the expected two other cars. One of which had a woman and her yellow lab climbing out. The other car's driver seemed to be swimming the length of the pond for laps. I stretched out my quads and calves, very aware of the woman's judgmental eyes on my very short spandex shorts and semi-loose exercise tank top. Rolling my eyes, I began my run, enjoying the scenery and the strong back muscles of the man swimming.
Four laps and about a half an hour later, I jogged back to my car, covered in sweat from the rising sun and my long ponytail becoming annoying loose. I got some water stretched and stripped my tank top so I could change into a drier shirt. As all of this was happening, I barely noticed the swimmer leaving the water, toweling off. Then he called out to me.
"Hey Eliza," he said, his eyes glancing over my semi-clothed body almost too quickly for me to notice. Almost.
