✨✨✨This bit is a little different for me to write as it is based on a fantasy inspired by other members here who have experienced what I am about to write in reality. It is a mix of reality to some degree and my own wishful thinking about actual people I know and respect and wish to share these bits of thought and whimsy with love and lust guiding my imagination. ✨✨✨
I was very recently given a picture of a very young Marine for my very own and although it had been shown to me, it was not given to me to have, but now it is mine. When I was shown that picture he was all of 18 and a virgin that was taken in a time where it was not certain that he would return home. I have always had thought of these Marines as hardened men with skills and training that made them something more of a machine then the human that I saw in the eyes of that very young man as he graduated boot camp. The young man in the picture from so long ago shared that bit about his being a virgin at the time the picture was taken as I lay with him naked. I had always been told that if you want to have a man open up to you about things so personal that it would be easier for him to do if you are as naked as you are asking him to be with you.
Now having in my possession that picture and the story about the Marine in it as his being a virgin, I have thought of being able to go back in time, as I am now, knowing what I know now, feeling as I do now, but with him as he was in that time. I have a friend here who has given herself to just such a young man for him to experience what being with a woman should be and could be and how rewarding a thing to share with each other. Not only for that young 18 year old virgin, but for the mature woman introducing him to what it should be like for him to be with a woman who very much wanted to share herself with him and show him how beautiful it all can be.
She would know that he would be shy and awkward and unsure of what to do when presented with a woman who wanted him and to be with him for the first time. She would possess the knowledge and skill to understand his shyness, his being a gentleman, and maybe not knowing when to take a hint. She would be upfront with him and let him know that she did not want to see him go off into his uncertain and dangerous future where there would be hate, fear, terror, and loss so profound as to colour the rest of his life. But she wanted him to have at least some bit of her to remember that he could carry with him and hold dear as he searched for that one to share his life with, should he be allowed to live those days beyond what lay ahead for him. And he would know the difference between love and lust and fucking and making love and friendship and romance, and perhaps find a woman possessing all of that for him to have and take.
I would already know this young Marine and who he was from his life prior to having committed himself to his dream. I would know that life is so fleeting and uncertain and I would also know that he knew of this too, because he is an extraordinary man whose kindness and humour were part of who he was. I would be so bold and brazen to ask this young man if he had ever been with a woman before and watch him turn crimson and fumble about with wondering if this brazen hussy he had known was truly asking him what he was all about so very personally and of such an intimate nature.
I would realize that I had been quite awkward in my approach and apologize for my being so forward but earnestly and sincerely tell him that she very much cared about him and wanted to give him a gift of herself before he went into harms way. I would see that he understood what I was saying but was still so very unsure as to what to say or how to say it or how much of his intimate life he should reveal. I would tell him, this young man, to kindly and patiently allow me to start again and make amends for my ungainly approach and jumbled thoughts. And I would warn him that what I was about to do was something I was freely doing and without the slightest expectation of him returning the favour or doing it in kind.
I would be sure that he understood even with a bit of confusion on his face that what I was about to do was my own humble attempt at making him understand and to please not be shocked or put off by what I was about to do. And as he sat before me silent, I would take off all of my clothes until I was standing in the nude before him telling him that he was welcome to look as much as he wanted wherever he wanted and not to be ashamed or shy about it. Words would not be spoken by either of us once I was in the nude and I would turn about slowly as many times as he needed to satisfy his curiosity and become accustomed to my being in the nude for him to view. I would know that perhaps my nudity would stir something in him and that it would show but that I understood and would not be offended. How could I be offended I would say jokingly as I was in no small way hoping for this. I would see him shyly smile and nod his head and shake it a bit as it was apparent that what I said was true and bordering on the obvious, Well Duh. And we would both smile and slightly laugh at that bit of realization between us.
We would talk as I stood or sat before him in the nude and I would sincerely explain to him what I was feeling and that I wanted him to know some bit of joy or happiness before he was off to the uncertainty before him. And when he asked me if I was trying to seduce him, I would and did tell him ‘Indeed’. Ah yes, this young man was inexperienced but he was nobody’s fool and his question or statement made me know he had an understanding.
I would then step closer to him and put his face in my hands and have him stand up so that we could look each other in the eyes and I would say to him, ‘Love I was nude for you before but now I am naked for you’. And my heart would pound in my chest when I saw that this young man fully understood exactly what was my meaning. I would know that it was time to take his hands in mine and guide them to my breasts for him to hold and touch and feel and explore as he looked at them and as I watched his eyes and felt his touch. His eyes and his gaze upon my breasts as he kneaded them and glancing back into my eyes to see if he was still permitted to touch me as he was. Indeed he was and I then took his hands and ran them down my body and stepped closer to him so that, as I guided his hands to my bum, and his look of ‘Really?’ in his eyes and my silently nodding my head ‘yes’.
The feel of my bum being caressed and fondled and explored by his hands awakens me even further than I realized I was at that moment. I felt my body begin to ache for his touch and presence and how I felt my very centre begin to widen and deepen at the thought of being penetrated and even more so at the thought of being penetrated by him. And I told him this and what my body was doing because of his wanted touching of me at my behest and longing and the look of wonder at knowing this bit. I told him that not a lot of men even twice his age, knew what happens to a woman when she becomes aroused. And I would take one of his hands and place it on my vulva and ask him if he felt my lips a bit puffy and that bit of wetness there coating his fingertips. I told him that it was not always obvious to men as to what to look for in a woman but that I could see that he was aroused and to please not be embarrassed about my observation. I was quick to add that as I could see some flash of embarrassment begin but disappear when I finished asking and telling him to be ashamed.
This was no time to be coy with this young man, my friend, and I asked him if he would want to be naked with me as well. I told him I would not hold any ill will towards him if he wanted to leave but that this was something I had to let him know there was beauty in this world for him even after the ugliness he would be going towards in a short while. I watched his eyes as he thought about what I had said and hoped that his keeping his hand and fingers touching my centre meant something.
It did.
Soon this young man, my friend, stood naked before me and with me as I had hoped for, and I unashamedly told him this is what I had hoped for. I was twice his age and torn between having his virginity placed inside of me but I knew in my heart he may never have this to feel with any woman, ever, given what was before him.
And as I or we, held each other and his hands and eyes taking me in as much as I was taking him in, I felt that we both were going to make this moment one to remember for both of us. I did ask him that I be allowed on top and to lower myself down onto him but for him to keep his eyes on his penis as he entered my vagina for the very first time ever. I told him that it was a selfish request of mine for him to look only at my pussy as he entered me as I looked at his eyes and expression on his face. He said yes and even as I savoured the feel of his strong, erect, and warm cock sliding up into my centre, I watched his eyes. And only after he was deeply inside of me and the feel of him so strong, then did his eyes meet mine. And I was not ashamed to tell him that the tears from my eyes were of joy for what we were sharing, he was not ashamed to show me his tears.
That very first time with my young friend was something beautiful for both of us. We both lost ourselves in the cum lust mist and the feel of his powerful ejaculations deep inside of me were jolts of bliss and love and friendship and wanton sexual abandon. I don’t know what I said or sounded like as I gave in to the electric cum lust mist but when we had taken our pleasure fuck from each other, I leaned forward on his body and we kissed long and deep. And as we kissed and caressed each other, this young man became even harder inside of me and I willingly followed his lead as we rolled over to where I was no beneath him. I marveled at how his body and instincts took over us and I was being sexually devoured by a passion of cum lust frenzy that burned within him.
And when we had completed that bit of sexually inflamed fucking I held him inside of me and assured him that his body on top of mine was no burden at all. And I even wrapped my legs around his tight bum to keep him in me and not to roll off and out of me. And I was so wet with him and me and when the moment presented itself, we uncoupled and I set about to take his cock into my mouth where I cleaned us off of him, much to his astonishment. It was yet another first for him and still another first when I pressed my mouth to his for him to taste us. Oh it was not something he believed he would like to taste, but it was us and he took what we had done and made it part of him too.
As he was young, I was able to help him experience other positions that day as we stayed naked with each other. I held him as he suckled at my breasts and as he touched every part of my body and paid special attention to my bum and parting my cheeks to have a look at my rosebud. His touching made me ask him if he was interested in having me anally and how he stammered a bit as he had always felt it taboo. I listened to him try to explain or put to words something that he had only thought about in passing and I stroked his strong cock back to erection as he told me what was on his mind and in his heard.
And when he was fully erect I took some lubrication and slipped and applied it to his cock and bid him to put an adequate amount on and inside of my anus. I then made myself available for him to take me in my ass if it was what he wanted. And it felt glorious as his cock was gently inserted into my ass by a very gentle young man who I believed was savouring the feel of my ass encompassing his very hard cock. I felt him building up to his climax and gently rubbed my clit but did not want to cum so as to miss his own release in me and to hear his sounds as he did so. And when he did cum he cupped my breasts and kissed the back of my neck and told me that this was all so wonderful. It was so wonderful.
When he was ready to withdraw from my ass, I took him to shower with me and we got clean, very clean and spoke of our first time together. I showed him how I cleaned myself after sex and had him assist and pointed out the parts that make sex all the better for a woman. And I washed his cock thoroughly and saw, to my smiling self, at how his youth was so apparent. Oh the look on his face and in his eyes as he told me how it made him feel for the first time made it all worthwhile for me.
Alas, it was time for us to part and he asked me to stay naked to which I told him I had planned on doing whether or not he had asked. He looked longingly at me and I at him and I leaned against the edge of my desk and slightly parted my legs for him to have one last look of me naked for him as I looked at his naked body one more time. I could see and feel that he was capable of at least one more time and his eyes told me he would like to part with me with one last act of love.
I touched his cock as he was talking and as we looked at each other and I guided him into my pussy where we embraced until our bodies wanted our release with each other. I shouldn’t have been amazed, but the strength of his ejaculation into my pussy was so profound and although I was a bit tender and sore, my essences came forth too.
Our last act was my sucking us off of his cock just before he got dressed to leave. I remained naked and with us very much present on my inner thighs and pussy as he left.
I wept.
I received a few letters sometime after that filled with his memories of that time we had together. He was so young and though his letters got darker at times, always he would mention something of our time together in closing.
He sent me a simple post card from a foreign land with the simple message ‘Thank you for everything.’
The letters stopped and I never saw him again. ✨✨✨