Not long ago, I was in a business training conference. Sabra, a very slim, mildly pretty brunette with a round face, big brown eyes behind big black glasses, was reclusive and shy. She showed an odd conflict of naive vs. longing that seemed out of place for a mid 30 years old woman. For some unknown reason, she was constantly drawn to me, crossed my path and finally, boldly introduced herself. Why was she clinging to me so much? I was not attracted to her at all. Our department was a competitive group, yet we all cheered a woman who got a patent and received her first royalty check for $14. Someone copied the check and taped it to the corner of a wall with two others. Sabra took my hand and raised it in a cheer for the woman. She held and squeezed it, not too subtly.
When I looked down into her dreamy, sexy eyes, she silently looked up with a pleading yearning and leaned against my shoulder. While still clinging to my hand, I bent and lightly kissed her lips. That small kiss made her tremble and groan softly. She slowly opened her eyes and whispered breathlessly, "Let's go back to my room. I can't wait to suck some cock and fuck." Who can turn down such a conflicted yet tender, heartfelt invitation? When we got there, she clumsily and desperately attacked me and said, "Let's shower first." She seemed to be forcing herself to be 'willing'. I checked the time and we had 30 minutes til the next group session - more than enough time for a quick suck and fuck in the shower.
Sabra let slip that she'd never shared a shower with anyone. I pulled her against me and kissed her deeply, but she kept her teeth clenched. She pulled back and seemed unsure what to do. When I licked her lips and my tongue fought past her teeth, she lurched away. "Sorry. I've never done that either. In fact, I haven't done much. I DID let a boy feel my tiny tits under my training bra and I felt him get hard when I touched his pants. That's umm, about as far..."
"So, you're not just a virgin, you're ... We don't have enough time to ummm ... I don't want to just pop your cherry, even if that's all you want. You'll remember your first time the rest of your life, so I want it to count ... to BE memorable for you. We all have baggage and secrets, but this must have been hard for you to carry for so long. If we can skip the next training session..."
"Oh, I wish we could. This is the only session I really wanted to attend. Can we explore deeper after the session? I hope I can still concentrate on it." She laughed.
"We still have 30 minutes to introduce ourselves more intimately. I know I can teach you a LOT and at least explain the most common acts of the bases and overlap that with international kissing tips. I don't think that's enough time to get to the benefits of third base, but let's try! How could such a desirable woman still be sooooo pure in her 30s?"
"My parents are Canadian and conservative Turkish. I grew up next to an Amish community and we were inspired by their orthodox lives. Dating and sex were not part of our lives. I think it's time I learned what I've been missing. What the heck is international kissing?"
"Ha! You'll love this! If you ever played 'Post Office', usually with a spinning bottle to find the winner among a group, the kiss you gave or got can be considered 'Canadian kissing'. Usually that's light or firm kissing on the lips or less erotic areas. It's a lot like this." Trying not to stare at the clock, I touched her neck and slid up to her ear. After lightly fondling it, I put both hands behind her head and pulled her slowly to me. I want this, her first time, to be a treasured memory she will revisit often. Our noses touched, our lips opened and I pulled away teasingly. I felt her anxiously suck in the air between our faces. While looking in her naive eyes, I gently bruised our lips. After the shortest delay, I kissed and sucked her upper lip. She moaned deliciously and her knees trembled. Despite keeping my tongue in check, the kiss was intense.
After a few moments, I broke the kiss, knowing and anxious for the next steps. " 'American Pony Express' is the next stop on our world trip. Its reward is often shared in a closet or closed space near the group so they could listen or observe. It's just like 'Post Office' but with more horsing around. It may or may not include tongue and groping. We need not hide in a closet. Let me demonstrate." I pulled her body against mine and licked her upper lip so my tongue caressed her gum and slid along her teeth. She groaned again with pleasure. As we kissed with the occasional lick, my left arm held her negligible chest against me while my right hand dropped past her lower back. She tensed slightly when I followed the curves over her pert and firm ass cheeks.
She managed to moan, "Whhhhat are you dooooing?" Yet she returned my heated kisses before I answered.
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