Lost Virginity To An Older Man
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Submit Report Hi there! My name is Shakthi. I am female from Chennai, Tamil nadu. I am now 25 years old and I am going to narrate a true story of how I lost my virginity to a 52 year old man when I was 18. My e mail id is [email protected] About me, I am based in Chennai, working in an advertising firm. I am short and appear plump and have full boobs. 36E-31-36. I am just 5 feet tall and so my boobs appear hugely disproportionate for my body. I am interested in older men, bus or train sex and exhibitionism. This happened when I was in school, 12th std, and is mainly the reason why I like older men. Those were the days when chat rooms were popular. I used to hang out in Yahoo India Chat Room. I started chatting with a man, Raghu uncle, who was 52 years old at that time. He was pleasant and friendly and used to give me advice on a wide range of issues. But we never chatted sexually at any point of time. He didn’t even try to flirt with me. He was my ‘agony aunt’. I used to tell him all my problems and he used to advice on ways to cope with the board exam stress. He was married and had an 22 year old son and a 19 year old daughter. He had his own glass export business. So anyway, fast forward- one day he suggested that we meet. I was scared and refused point blank. But over the next few days he convinced me tactfully. He suggested that we meet in the evening after my school. He would bring his car near my school and we would go for a drive. Eventually, I agreed. My school uniform was a white shirt and a knee length red and white checked skirt. My skirt was 2 inches well below my knee (not above). I wear my mid length hair in a ponytail. D-Day arrived. I was nervously waiting for him. I hadn’t told any of my friends about him, as they would disapprove and I also felt sort of possessive about him. I told my parents that the school was going to have a lot of after school special classes and since I was in 12th std, they didn’t see anything suspicious. Raghu uncle had already given me the car number, make and colour so that I could get in without wasting time. Soon enough I spotted the red car. It stopped near the bus stand. I had seen Raghu uncle’s picture, but he hadn’t seen mine. So he had no idea how I would look like. I got in the car and he drove off without even giving me a second glance. Driving around the city, we just had normal conversation. He stopped and got me lots of stuff to eat and told a lot of funny stories. I was enjoying his company to the hilt. This continued for days. Soon he began to buy me expensive gifts- perfume, earrings, watch and such other stuff. This increased our proximity and I became more trusting, more open, more willing. One day, he got some snacks and we drove to ECR (East Coast Road), a stretch of road that runs parallel to the sea all the way to Pondicherry from Chennai. It is a very nice stretch of road and is fairly secluded in certain sections, especially the lanes. We stopped in one of the by-lanes, off the road and began eating. I was full and filled with content and was at peace with the world. He began driving and asked me to lean against him. I was in a great mood and didn’t think otherwise and leaned against his shoulders as he continued driving in the same gear (it’s a fairly homogenous stretch with little traffic owing to the week day odd hour). He put his left hand around me and was talking. When I lifted my head to answer, he planted a soft lingering deep kiss on my cheek. I blushed. Then he asked me for a kiss and I pecked him hurriedly on his left cheek. We left it at that. But after this, kissing on the cheek became fairly routine and I was beginning to enjoy his touch. Once, as we got down to stretch, he pulled me closer and hugged me planting kisses on my cheeks. I didn’t protest as he had just gotten me a beautiful pair of earrings. Slowly, his touch wasn’t alien to me at all and at times I used to bunk whole days of school just to be with him. One such day, we were sitting in one of the by-lanes again (his car had tinted windows, which were allowed at that time). I was leaning on his chest and he making circles on my left arm. He lifted my face upto him and began kissing my cheek, slowly, deeply, sucking and licking included. I turned towards him and he put his left hand around my waist and began kissing downward towards my neck. My neck and shoulder is one of my most erogenous zones and I felt shockwaves through my upper body for the first time. I lost all will to think coherently and submitted to him fully. He moved his right hand under my skirt and pushed my panty to the side and ran his fingers over my cunt. And now I felt shockwaves for the first time in my lower body. I allowed him to explore my cunt at will. He didn’t push his finger inside but keep rubbing it gently. Meanwhile, he had removed two upper buttons from my shirt and began kissing and licking the top of my cleavage. He continued this for 15 minutes but stopped slowly. He kissed me on the cheek and took me back home. On the way back, I held on to him like a teddy bear. He was making me come to him by introducing my body to carnal pleasures that I have never felt before. I had a disturbed night. We didn’t meet again until a week later. This time, I didn’t even wait for him to reach the outskirts of the city and simply began kissing him all over his face. He kept pushing me back. Hurt at the rejection, I began sulking. But he pulled me closer and inserted his left hand into my panty once again. However, he couldn’t do much as we were within the city limits and that meant he had to change the gears frequently. When we reached ECR, he parked the car in one of the by-lanes. By this time I had unbuttoned my shirt fully and removed my panty as I didn’t want him to leave unfinished like last time. He opened his shirt (he was not wearing any vest) and turned towards me and pulled me to him.