Things unravelled quite differently, for me, in the past three days. I have been quarantined, have experienced panic and movie-like situations, and also had my first sexual experience. It has been quite eventful and exciting, although I feel guilty for the deeds I have done.
I want to share my experience with someone but it is too dark a secret to tell to anyone. So, I am writing this story to the community here. This is my first story, so please let me know your response.
It all started around 7 months ago. I moved to a small city Bolzano, northern Italy for my first job. I have recently graduated from my Masters’ in Computer Science and bagged a junior developer job in a startup based in Bolzano. I am fairly new to the corporate culture and to the city.
The work is not so exciting and I have no friends in the city. There is hardly any Indian community in the city and I am all by myself. The team is nice and the teammates are friendly. However, no one would bother you after 5 pm. Well, except for one person.
Scott is an African-European. I do not know for how long he is with my company but he seems to be a lone person. He is around 51. His wife passed away a few years ago and his children live far away. He lives alone and one can easily see the loneliness in his eyes. Scott is from a different team than I am in.
A few months ago, he made some deliberate conversations with me. He “accidentally” bumped into me a couple of times at a grocery store and on the train. After a bunch of noticeable attempts, he asked me out for a coffee. I hesitantly went for a coffee with him out of gratitude.
I am a fun and happy going individual but only with my kith and kins, otherwise, I am a rather conservative person. I have been in a relationship before but never past anything beyond a slacky smooch. In fact, I broke up with my then-boyfriend because he wanted more from me. Well, my mom would have killed me if she knew about my love story.
I knew that Scott is into me but I was skeptical about my judgment, owing to his age. I am 22 and he is 29 years elder to me. However, he looks athletic. He is tall, around 6’ 5”, quite dark skin with no hair and white beard, trimmed. He has muscular biceps and apparent flat abs.
I was right. He asked me out for a date. I declined his offer and I left the place within minutes. He attempted to talk to me a couple of times, later, but I managed to slip out and escape from him. I believe, he realized my deliberate intentions and he tend to not bother me, thereafter. I felt bad for my rude behavior. I could have declined politer.
Thousands of miles away, a new coronavirus broke out in Wuhan, China. It was news for a couple of months and then it became a reality in Italy. Italy reported 168 more deaths due to coronavirus, with fatalities now more than 600. An outbreak occurred in Bolzano too.
I had a very isolated weekend and I woke up on Monday morning to read all the rules and regulations on the lockdown of the city, albeit there was no email from my work to stay at home. I left to work as usual.
There was panic and chaos in the city. People were asked to maintain 3 feet of personal space. New restrictions are being imposed every hour and it was awestruck how things escalated so quickly.
I had a very long day, as usual. It was dark and late by the time I was out of work, and everyone did leave by then. I went out on the streets and realized how deserted the city has become.
All the restaurants and stores are closed, there was absolutely no traffic and no pedestrians on the roads, which otherwise would look very crowded on a typical evening.
It was surreal and I could sense the chills, of the pandemic apocalypse, through my spine. While I was working my ass off, with no idea of what was going on outside, the government has put complete restrictions on travel, shopping, and all routine outdoor chores.
I realized that I did need transportation to get back home. The public transport was suspended. I started to panic when I saw that there was no Uber available on the app. There was no one on the street to seek help. I looked on either side of the street and at my phone and worried more.
Out of nowhere, Scott appeared in front of me and was surprised to see me there at that time. He said that it is required everyone to carry a document to go outdoors and that the police would let you go only if you have a valid reason and approval to be on the streets. His words added more worrisome in me.
He offered to go to his place for the night. I was not going to his place at any cost. I did not respond to his offer and desperately looked for a cab on the streets even though I knew that the city was shut down.
Meanwhile, my mom called me. She was worried listening to all the news about the outbreak in Italy. I didn’t want to panic her by letting her know my situation. I assured my safety to her and disconnected the phone. I wanted to let her know that I was safe the next time she called me.
Scott was still waiting for me to go with him. I realized I had no choice but to stay at his place.
I stepped closer to him indicating that I was walking with him. He, without uttering anything, just started to walk and I followed him.
A lot of thoughts ran in my mind as I took the seemingly long walk to his place. I wondered what if he forced himself on me. Yet, the rational part of my brain recollected how gentle a man had he been. He may not do so.
With all the weird thoughts lingering in my mind, we reached his apartment. He unlocked his cozy one-bedroom apartment. It was clean and beautiful. He asked me to make my self comfortable.
He went inside and got a towel and clothing and pointed me to the washroom. I locked the washroom door and was introspecting my decision as I took a shower.
I could have stayed back in the office building for the night and could have looked for transportation to home in the morning. Would I end up sleeping on the same bed along with Scott? The thought of this, somehow, felt butterflies in my stomach, than being scared.
I unfolded the apparel he gave me. It was his t-shirt. It was big enough but that was a little too little clothing to wear in front of a man who was hitting on you and would spend the night with you. However, I slipped myself into it, upon my inners.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked hot in it. The t-shirt was long enough to cover me up a little above my knees. My fair long legs are bare and beautiful. I admired myself, a little.
I stand 5’ 6” tall, very fair skin tone and at ideal BMI. I am very proud of my beautiful figure. I have tender fingers, very well-groomed and polished nails, always waxed and well-maintained skin, beautifully curved at my hips, and very attractive bosom. I smell good, all the time and I do spend time and effort in maintaining my aura.
I have big eyes and an attractive smile. I am a crush to a tonne of boys in my school and college. I never show off my pride to anyone. I am calm, composed and mischievous in my own world. Boys like me for the combination of all the qualities in me.
I stepped out, half-naked, into the living room. Scott looked at me and he stared at my legs for a brief moment, in admiration. He tapped into a conversation before his stare made me uncomfortable.
He asked me if I like Alfredo or Marinara in my pasta. He was cooking for us. I was getting to like the apartment. There were artwork and paintings on the walls. There was a picture of Scott and, apparently, his late wife’s picture on the table. The aesthetics of the living room made me a little comfortable at the new place.
We had pasta, with some bread and a glass of red wine for dinner. Scott behaved as if he was hosting an old friend. He talked a lot about his late wife and kids. He talked about places he lived and about the women he was with after his wife passed away.
I completed my food, sipped the wine and I told him about my family, Indian traditions and how different are we from the rest of the world. He filled in my glass when I continued to sip the wine as we talked for god-knows-how-long. I started to feel a little dizzy from the wine and I could sense that I was talking a little more than I usually do.
As it went along, he asked me about my past relationships. I told him that I was never in a relationship – although I was in one before, it doesn’t count. To my perception, to westerners, you were not in a relationship if you have never slept with your lover.
He was surprised about it and emphasized, “Are you a virgin?”. I giggled and said yes to it.
I went on to explain the taboo of premarital sex in Indian culture. He responded saying he couldn’t even count how many women he slept with, and laughed out loud to the contrast between us. He then changed the tone, apologized to me for asking me out and told me that he didn’t mean to embarrass me.
I felt grateful for his gentleness and wholeheartedly accepted his apology. He went to explain how attractive I look to him. He praised my smile and my beauty. On a usual day, I do not flatter to such praises, at least I do not show that out but the wine inside me made my blush show up right on my cheeks.
I looked down in an unsuccessful attempt to hide my blushes. He said, “No, I really mean it.”
He understood that I was totally in his spell now. Saying so, he put his fingers under my chin and leaned forward. My brain ceased to work. I was already feeling tipsy from the wine. Butterflies filled my stomach and I closed my eyes. I felt a pair of thick lips on mine. I stopped breathing. He kissed me.
I liked the kiss. It was never like before experience. I let my lips loose and let him invade my mouth. He used his tongue and I was still visualizing the serenity with my eyes closed.
He held my head with one of his hands and invaded more and more. I held the chair tight and was enjoying the moment. In a few moments, he laid his other hand on my bare thighs. It was a huge hand with long and rough fingers grazing over my soft skin.
Scott slipped his hand a little under my tees. An alarm rang in my brain. It was the panic of invasion into my modesty! I held his invasive hand with mine in an attempt to save from the encroachment.
One part of my brain was ringing loud alarms of the turnout of the events and the other part was desperate to let the chains off to the world of paradise. While the brain was fighting itself, and the hand was trying to stop the encroachment, Scott released me off his lips. He held my hair a little less gentle and started to kiss me on my neck.
Well, that paved to the defeat of the rational part of the brain. I could no longer resist. I released my hand from his’ and let him invade my modesty, and also let out a silent moan confirming my defeat to his tactics.
His hand moved up a little north. He felt me up over the t-shirt. I couldn’t resist the big hands all over my body. He made me stand up, I opened my eyes for the first time in a while.
Scott lifted my tee all the way up and released me from it. I wrapped myself with my hands. In a second or two, my bra strap was unhooked from behind. I was still holding on to it to cover my modesty.
The sound of the release of the bra strap, all at once, brought me back to reality. I was standing, almost naked, in front of a man who was more than twice as old as me! His kids are probably older than me. I realized that I was on the verge of losing my virginity, the d-day was here.
He gently held my wrists and parted them letting gravity help my bra fall onto the ground, exposing my breasts to him. I buried my head as low as possible to hide my shame. I could see the egg-plant colored bra right on my feet.
I heard him exclaim, “how perfect are your boobs, upright!”
I felt more shy listening to those words. He caressed one of them gently with his huge rough fingers and my heart started to race. I could feel my heart thumping. I was on cloud nine.
He bent and slipped one of my breasts into his mouth. Well, that was bliss. I had never experienced such ecstasy before. He released it and sucked the other one. My panties got a little wet.
I held his huge head that was playing over my sensitive area. He rolled his tongue all over my pointers. He gave a break, he lifted me up in arms, took me into the room and laid me on the bed.
Then he left me and was doing something. I was laying on my back, looking at the roof. I did not cover myself this time. I let my arms free of my modesty and I was ready to get conquered and ravished by the apparent invader.
Scott came to me, naked, no shirt and pants, just in an underwear. He had a well-toned body, tight biceps and broad shoulders. I could see a huge bulge in hidden in his underwear.
He kissed me all over, lips to the neck to my breasts to toes. After warming me up, he leveled up the game. He gently slid my panties all the way down and threw it away. This marked the end of my modesty. I stiffed my legs and twisted them to hide what was in between them.
I looked away from him as he gently spread my legs apart and caressed down there with his index finger. Well, I thought I had already experienced ecstasy a little while ago but I was seeing that a lot more treasure as he dug deeper.
He buried his face between my legs and used his tongue to amplify my pleasure. I had my third orgasm already. He went on and tried to slip in his index finger into me. It was too big and was painful. He didn’t give up easily. I had to bear the pain and take that into me. It was hard.
I was already a little tired. I knew the real part of the play was yet to come and it would be more painful. Given the ecstasies before, I was ready to take the pain for the more to come.
Scott gave a little break and he undressed himself completely. He made me sit on the bed and stood right in front of me.
He had a very huge thing, probably as big as my arm. It was standing upright. He took my hand and helped me hold it. It was hot, hard and I could hardly encircle half of it with my palm. I never saw one before and had never imagined that it would be this big.
I was worried that this thing would rip me apart while making its way inside me. I stroked it a couple of times. He held it with his hand and got it closer to my mouth. It smelled weird and I didn’t like the idea of putting it in my mouth.
I showed my reluctance. He gave up his idea of shoving the huge thing in my mouth and rather he planned to shove it at a different location. Yes, here it comes.
Scott made me sleep on the bed again. He came up on me and kissed my lips. He planted a couple of kisses here and there. A warm-up again. He parted my legs and made himself grooved between the legs.
He slid his hand down south to grip his thing and I could feel the tip lingering around my opening. I realized that the moment had arrived. Of all the tens of boys who were behind me all these years, an old man made his way all the way here and to the inside in a few moments.
The tip had forced itself into me a little. It pained like hell. I knew it would be painful but I was ready for it. I cried out a little. With a little of him inside me, Scott positioned himself aiming against me. He held me with his arms, kissed me on lips and used his ultimate strength against me. It was excruciating.
He knew that I would shout out loud, so he shut my mouth with his lips. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I would have never signed up for this if I had known it would be so painful. Alas, it was too late by then.
He paused for a moment for me to sink the pain and pushed a little more into me. Painful. He waited for me groan and he released my lips. He was completely into me – at least I thought so.
He slid out of me and let me relax for a few seconds. He assured that it will be okay soon. He slipped himself in again and this time, he went deeper. This time, he let me groan freely.
It was so painful that even my nose seemed runny. He performed the exercise again. This time, a little more deeper. I wonder how big that thing was. It was probably a never-ending elephant trunk. Finally, he was deep inside me, resting himself on my body.
I couldn’t take any more of it. I felt like a hot molten iron playing in my intestines. But, this time there was a sense of pleasure in the pain.
He made a few oscillations and I could feel the pleasure of it. My groans were turning into moans. As things turning out to be good, he increased his pace and rammed into me gradually. I moaned louder and I didn’t bother to care if someone would hear me.
I could hear his body thump mine, as he rammed into me every time. He caged me between his body on the top, the bed below me and his two hands around me. His chest was right on my face and I wrapped my hands around his arms, what seemed like the trunks of trees. With only my legs free to float in the air, he dug deeper into me harder and faster.
This went on for some time, I didn’t know for how long. I was too ecstatic to estimate the magnitude of time. He paused for a moment, adjusted himself, gripped my waist with his two large hands – large enough to pin me completely in his palms and pounded at a much faster pace.
I held the pillow under me, tighter, as I could feel my, rather firm breasts, swung their weight always away from my direction of movement. The intruder pumping inside me was getting hotter and bigger. At once, he stopped, groaning.
He oozed out a huge amount of his DNA footprint inside me. I could hear the jet springs hit my inner walls. I was tired and so done, and so was he. He slowly slid out his relatively flaccid, one out. He fell aside and I was lying there with no energy in me.
I didn’t care even if the corona virus infected me then. I couldn’t move an inch. Hot liquid overflew from inside me.
I wonder, at the jet speeds he released inside me, a bunch of his dudes might have made all the way to their final destination. I could probably pop out an Indo-African baby very soon. With all these thoughts in me, I fell asleep stark naked.
I had a very memorable Monday night, a night that marked history in my life, a key milestone that I crossed. I did not go back home on Tuesday morning. Scott explored every inch of my beauty for the last 3 days.
We tried different variations and at different locations in the apartment. He used chocolate on me, ate berries off my body and took a bath along with me. Even I had to take him in my mouth. Although that was huge and disgusting, it was sexy.
After 3 days of a lot of sex, I came home this morning. I feel so fresh and mature now. God knows, how long this would continue to go on, but I would definitely enjoy this episode of my life. Somehow, I do not have any regrets about this act.