Before I turned on the car ignition to pick him up that evening, I sent him a text message confirming if he was mentally and physically ready to end his virginity. I wanted to ensure that he had no regrets and we shared the same excitement to end his virginity. I wanted to give him the best experience because this was something that was going to stay with him forever. A gift forever!
His wait to end his virginity was approximately six months from the first time we met and today it was a 30 kms drive outside the city. Ever since the first meeting we had exchanged numbers, I stayed away from persuading him to end his virginity and though he liked me, he was afraid to approach me with his desire. Honestly, I was not sure if he was ready to end his virginity and I didn’t want to kick start the trip of guilt and confusion in his mind. I was not sure if he was gay, straight and curious or bi-sexual. I was taught responsible sex – not to physically or emotionally harm or hurt my partner. Since I didn’t have any answers to the above choices I simple stayed away.
But one night a text messaged blinked on my mobile and started this whole journey. What started as mild flirtation turned into a serious desire to taste men and a quest to end his virginity. Over the next few days the draw was more and he appeared like an ocean getting ready for that draw and dance on the new moon night, let its hair down and lose. I asked him his fantasies, preference and choices, he seemed to be a clean slate ready to written with a white chalk.
That night I knew I was driving towards ending his virginity, while he was driving towards the pleasure land. This was like an irreversible reaction, chemically, biologically and psychologically. But I had the added responsibility of teaching someone good sex. Teaching sex is like teaching them etiquettes, if you don’t teach them the right things they are going to earn a bad name for you. :-)
Every 10 mins on the drive I sent him a sms to confirm his enthusiasm and I must say I was even prepared to go home high and dry, but didn’t want him to feel guilty or confused. At one point after I drove past the toll booth he sent me a sms that saying that he doesn’t know what excuse put forward to get out of the house on a stormy night. By then my dreams were higher than the multi-story IT buildings and I had to him to cross the Lakshman Rekha.
I picked him up and I let him choose the spot for the suhagraat. One last time I asked him if he was okay to end it. Then I put my arms around him and scripted the end to his virginity. I saw his eyes dilating and showing sparks of pleasure. I was trying to capture every emotion he expressed from pleasure to pain. An important characteristic of a seasoned player is to turn on the heat based on reaction and response.
Every window in those multistory IT buildings was sparkling and starring at us on that rainy weekend night. He was sure that this was a safe spot and it was away from any human and vehicular traffic. I parked the car and did a survey of the place to ensure it was safe.
He was nervous, but I was not sure if he was nervous because we were in a public place or he was nervous to be with me. I assuaged him and moved his seat behind and created a more room for interaction, while my eyes were constantly surveying the rear view mirror.
I unbuttoned his shirt and then slowly held his lips with mine and taught him the talk of lip. A slow and gentle bite was enough to impinge those neurons in his brains and deliver the signal between his legs. I taught him the art of reciprocity and explained the law of satisfaction – 50% of satisfaction is what you do to other person and 50% is what the other person does to you. I didn’t want to thrust my choices or fantasies on him and I explained every act and there were lots of practical demonstration and he certainly made me feel like a professor of sex! (PoS)
I was assured that he was playing this game only when he draped his arms around me and dipped those fingers into my hairy chest. It was time for the next trick. I unbuttoned his shirt fully and put my lips on his nipples. It was like rolling my tongue over button mushrooms, there was a texture and color to it. My lips picked up the texture but it was too dark for the color. By now he was enjoying and occasionally moaning when my teeth were over his nipples.
Every now and then we were interrupted by a lorry or bike in that deserted piece of road. Though sex in a car was not the best first start, but nevertheless it was a good net practice for a novice. By then my hands reached the gear between his legs. Touching a virgin dick was new to me and I was trying to adjust the pressure on my fingers guaranteeing him full pleasure and not pain. Having it in my mouth was like having a piece of fresh and live meat. Every now and then when my lips were tired I asked him how he felt. He was ecstatic and now it was time to teach him the art of deriving pleasure from giving pleasure.
The next lesson was on climax - when one climax does and how to make maximize the pleasure at climax? I felt like explain a physiobiochemical reaction happening in temperature and pressure regulated a chamber. I calmed him as he launched the spectacle in air. I wiped the sweat on his forehead and asked him to relax.
By the time the entire act was over it was over 45 mins and his white hanky was even whiter. I saw him change a few shades of color and I told him to relax and not feel guilt and conscious about sex. Sex is purely physical and not be analyzed or made intellectual. We kissed for the last time before I dropped him. He seemed fine!
I came home that night and decided to do a customer satisfaction survey on SMS. He responded positively and finally two days later he asked for the next appointment.
So are you looking to re-virginize and chase me for an appointment to learn carma-sutra? Come on guys, this Samantha guarantees satisfaction! Sex is a two-way street!
