A confession from the past - Part 1
This is quite a tricky one for me, and I’ve been putting off writing about it for so long. But various things have come up lately that made me think about it - good and bad - that I felt like I should get it off my chest. So, whatever...
When I was a teenager - I won’t say how old for very obvious reasons - I was paid for sex. Just the once, but still.
There, that’s the headline lol if there’s one place I can say it, I guess it’s here. It was just once, and I’ve been ashamed of it. When my mental health is down, it has come back to bite me. But I want to own it and make it an experience I’m not ashamed of anymore.
So, it was a couple that I babysat their toddler sometimes. Not real names (it wouldn’t surprise me if they used porn/sex/swinging sites!) but let’s go with Jack and Nicole. Early/mid 30’s, he was English, she was French. Him tall, dark hair, decent shape but never really something to perk me up. Her medium/tall, black hair, tanned and toned.
I’d always enjoyed working for them. They were generous, the k** was nice enough but generally slept, their house was beautiful, etc etc. I maybe got the feeling Jack looked at me once or twice, maybe when they’d come home from drinking, but nothing too pervy or offensive. And Nicole was always so sweet and bubbly. She would often compliment how I was looking, or my clothes or whatnot, and I would be putty in her hands. Until she, drunkenly, asked about maybe doing some things in bed with the two of them...
The first time I just laughed, assuming it was a joke. The second time, the next time I babysat, with her arm around me I remember, I explained (lied) that I had a bf so another no. A few weekends later and Nicole picked up that I didn’t have a bf after all. She left me with a simple “I’ll pay and make sure you’re looked after... think about it”. And I did think about it, pretty much all day every day for a week. I didn’t have any sexual partner for a while, and maybe I needed the attention. And with Christmas coming up, is it bad that I needed more money too..?
Fast forward a few weeks, and I’m sat opposite Nicole on a train to a different city, laughing nervously as I can feel her eyes over my body despite the carriage not exactly being empty. It was really happening.
An hour later, Nicole and I are eating lunch together, her French-tinged accent explaining to our waitress that it is a shopping trip with her step-daughter, all the while her foot halfway up my leg under the table.
Another hour later, and we’re in a clothing store changing room, making out. Nicole would buy me half a new wardrobe that day, but my heart was racing for her by now anyway. She dared me to take my underwear off before we left for the hotel, and I thought nothing of it as she dropped them into her handbag, any thoughts of apprehension floating away as we sauntered through the city arm in arm, the breeze against my pussy under a flimsy dress.
The hotel was beautiful, obviously expensive and it gave me a... confidence that everything was ok, I guess. It seemed glamorous and fun. We’d barely made it through the door, my eyes widening at the huge bed and gorgeous room, before Nic’s arms were around my waist from behind, planting a little kiss on my neck. “So do we need any rules?” she asked me, which I’d evidently not even considered. “Personally... I’d prefer you two not to kiss” she started, while ironically making her way to my lips. I’d not thought about kissing Jack before. He was handsome sure but... I was never particularly drawn to him. But Nicole I was more than happy kissing, and that she wanted to keep my lips to herself was pretty hot to me. In response, mid-kiss, I could only nod. I remember smiling so much that day, everything seemed fun, and I loved being around Nic. So when she asked if I’d done anal sex before, I could only burst into laughter, even as she held me there in a cuddle, grinding herself against my ass. For the record, I had tried anal by this point, but didn’t feel right for this time. I shook my head and she smiled a cute smile. “Ok nothing to do with this ass of yours for Jack” she said, then I remember her pausing with an “aaaand me?” following it. My face likely burned a bright red, or it felt like it, but I smiled and shrugged, which sent the message she wanted to hear! Finally I came up with a rule of him not coming inside me. We’d chatted beforehand (at a quiet time on the train) about condoms and we agreed we’d prefer without, but a guy coming inside me (at that age anyway) was a big deal to me. I kinda felt sheepish about it, and when Nic asked if I was on the pill I said no just to support my stance on where he came. Of course I was on the pill really.
We explored the suite, we chatted (a lot of the usual I think: boys, girls, school, yoga, sex), we tried on our new clothes. Just a great time relaxing with my new friend! Jack would likely be meeting us here in a few hours, so Nicole suggested we showered, giving enough time to fix hair and such. I was in both total agreement, and total naivety - she meant showering together of course! Now I’d been totally relaxed in her company, but I admit I did feel a bit shy when she asked me to strip. I mean, I did it of course - I liked her, and she was paying for it. I stripped butt-naked there in the bedroom, and watched her eyes closely, smiling when she smiled, particularly as i’d spent some time the previous night and that morning making myself look as good as I could naked. “Smooth!” I remember Nicole saying out loud with a grin, making me giggle (and blush probably), followed by a “me too!” as she flipped her dress up nonchalantly. Ok ok, now the nervousness was turning to excitement!
I went into the shower first, somewhat puzzled by the fancy buttons and levers until I felt her arm reach over my shoulder, something fleshy and boob-shaped against the bottom of my neck. It’s maybe just my memory, but I’m pretty sure I gasped a huge gasp, while simultaneously dripping my first drips of wetness! Nicole eased me round to face her, where we kissed long and hard, standing but with intertwined legs. She took my hand between her thighs, as if reassuring me it was ok to touch her. I loved it. I didn’t need to do the same for her, as she almost immediately cupping my pussy, curling fingers up to my little pink hole. Ok, now I’m definitely, definitely excited!
We touched and played for so long. Breasts massaged and sucked happily. Taking turns (me first) to sit on this tiled shelf bit, legs spread, firstly to show her what I had waiting for her, and to tease my excited clit out to her, and then Nicole kneeling on the shower floor and licking my pussy like never before. We re-shaved away any hint of stubble with a razor from Nic’s bag, and moisturised until completely soft. This was the sexiest preparation ever! The shower head pulled down for extra dousing of our most sensitive areas, including me being bent over and sprayed(!) from very close range at my ass, followed by a rather warm and flexible tongue at the exact same spot (no I’d never had that done before!), and an exploring finger. The longest, sexiest, most blissful shower...
PART 2: https://xhamster.com/posts/10171832
When I was a teenager - I won’t say how old for very obvious reasons - I was paid for sex. Just the once, but still.
There, that’s the headline lol if there’s one place I can say it, I guess it’s here. It was just once, and I’ve been ashamed of it. When my mental health is down, it has come back to bite me. But I want to own it and make it an experience I’m not ashamed of anymore.
So, it was a couple that I babysat their toddler sometimes. Not real names (it wouldn’t surprise me if they used porn/sex/swinging sites!) but let’s go with Jack and Nicole. Early/mid 30’s, he was English, she was French. Him tall, dark hair, decent shape but never really something to perk me up. Her medium/tall, black hair, tanned and toned.
I’d always enjoyed working for them. They were generous, the k** was nice enough but generally slept, their house was beautiful, etc etc. I maybe got the feeling Jack looked at me once or twice, maybe when they’d come home from drinking, but nothing too pervy or offensive. And Nicole was always so sweet and bubbly. She would often compliment how I was looking, or my clothes or whatnot, and I would be putty in her hands. Until she, drunkenly, asked about maybe doing some things in bed with the two of them...
The first time I just laughed, assuming it was a joke. The second time, the next time I babysat, with her arm around me I remember, I explained (lied) that I had a bf so another no. A few weekends later and Nicole picked up that I didn’t have a bf after all. She left me with a simple “I’ll pay and make sure you’re looked after... think about it”. And I did think about it, pretty much all day every day for a week. I didn’t have any sexual partner for a while, and maybe I needed the attention. And with Christmas coming up, is it bad that I needed more money too..?
Fast forward a few weeks, and I’m sat opposite Nicole on a train to a different city, laughing nervously as I can feel her eyes over my body despite the carriage not exactly being empty. It was really happening.
An hour later, Nicole and I are eating lunch together, her French-tinged accent explaining to our waitress that it is a shopping trip with her step-daughter, all the while her foot halfway up my leg under the table.
Another hour later, and we’re in a clothing store changing room, making out. Nicole would buy me half a new wardrobe that day, but my heart was racing for her by now anyway. She dared me to take my underwear off before we left for the hotel, and I thought nothing of it as she dropped them into her handbag, any thoughts of apprehension floating away as we sauntered through the city arm in arm, the breeze against my pussy under a flimsy dress.
The hotel was beautiful, obviously expensive and it gave me a... confidence that everything was ok, I guess. It seemed glamorous and fun. We’d barely made it through the door, my eyes widening at the huge bed and gorgeous room, before Nic’s arms were around my waist from behind, planting a little kiss on my neck. “So do we need any rules?” she asked me, which I’d evidently not even considered. “Personally... I’d prefer you two not to kiss” she started, while ironically making her way to my lips. I’d not thought about kissing Jack before. He was handsome sure but... I was never particularly drawn to him. But Nicole I was more than happy kissing, and that she wanted to keep my lips to herself was pretty hot to me. In response, mid-kiss, I could only nod. I remember smiling so much that day, everything seemed fun, and I loved being around Nic. So when she asked if I’d done anal sex before, I could only burst into laughter, even as she held me there in a cuddle, grinding herself against my ass. For the record, I had tried anal by this point, but didn’t feel right for this time. I shook my head and she smiled a cute smile. “Ok nothing to do with this ass of yours for Jack” she said, then I remember her pausing with an “aaaand me?” following it. My face likely burned a bright red, or it felt like it, but I smiled and shrugged, which sent the message she wanted to hear! Finally I came up with a rule of him not coming inside me. We’d chatted beforehand (at a quiet time on the train) about condoms and we agreed we’d prefer without, but a guy coming inside me (at that age anyway) was a big deal to me. I kinda felt sheepish about it, and when Nic asked if I was on the pill I said no just to support my stance on where he came. Of course I was on the pill really.
We explored the suite, we chatted (a lot of the usual I think: boys, girls, school, yoga, sex), we tried on our new clothes. Just a great time relaxing with my new friend! Jack would likely be meeting us here in a few hours, so Nicole suggested we showered, giving enough time to fix hair and such. I was in both total agreement, and total naivety - she meant showering together of course! Now I’d been totally relaxed in her company, but I admit I did feel a bit shy when she asked me to strip. I mean, I did it of course - I liked her, and she was paying for it. I stripped butt-naked there in the bedroom, and watched her eyes closely, smiling when she smiled, particularly as i’d spent some time the previous night and that morning making myself look as good as I could naked. “Smooth!” I remember Nicole saying out loud with a grin, making me giggle (and blush probably), followed by a “me too!” as she flipped her dress up nonchalantly. Ok ok, now the nervousness was turning to excitement!
I went into the shower first, somewhat puzzled by the fancy buttons and levers until I felt her arm reach over my shoulder, something fleshy and boob-shaped against the bottom of my neck. It’s maybe just my memory, but I’m pretty sure I gasped a huge gasp, while simultaneously dripping my first drips of wetness! Nicole eased me round to face her, where we kissed long and hard, standing but with intertwined legs. She took my hand between her thighs, as if reassuring me it was ok to touch her. I loved it. I didn’t need to do the same for her, as she almost immediately cupping my pussy, curling fingers up to my little pink hole. Ok, now I’m definitely, definitely excited!
We touched and played for so long. Breasts massaged and sucked happily. Taking turns (me first) to sit on this tiled shelf bit, legs spread, firstly to show her what I had waiting for her, and to tease my excited clit out to her, and then Nicole kneeling on the shower floor and licking my pussy like never before. We re-shaved away any hint of stubble with a razor from Nic’s bag, and moisturised until completely soft. This was the sexiest preparation ever! The shower head pulled down for extra dousing of our most sensitive areas, including me being bent over and sprayed(!) from very close range at my ass, followed by a rather warm and flexible tongue at the exact same spot (no I’d never had that done before!), and an exploring finger. The longest, sexiest, most blissful shower...
PART 2: https://xhamster.com/posts/10171832
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