Seeing him in the mall brought up all kinds of memories. He had been my first sexual experience. The man I had lost my virginity to was here in front of me for the first time in years. Just thinking about the past and how he had given me my first orgasm brought tingles to my pussy even after all these years. He was our neighbor. He was in his 20’s and I was still a teen. I wanted my first time to be with a more experienced man, not some boy who would stumble through eventually stealing my cherry. He was defiantly experienced and his hands played my body like a fiddle. He had me begging for something that I didn’t even know what I was begging for. When he sucked my young sensitive nipple for the first time, I became putty in his masterful hands. When his cock finally entered me, there was but a brief moment of pain before the pleasure came. He went slow and easy until I was begging for more and then he gave it all to me, fucking me with a wild abandon I had only dreamed of before. My orgasm was almost earth shattering. The feeling was a high and I was hooked, always searching for that same high. We continued our affair for months before his job transferred him. I was shattered. My young heart broken as well as my pussy. Where would I find a man who could play my body so well? I remember thinking.
I had fucked many experienced men since then as well as learning how to bring myself off when the need strikes, yet I always had a fondness in my heart for this man, and here he was approaching me. We make idle small talk catching up with each others lives before he finally asks if I would like to get together later. Of course I would and a time is set. I am as nervous now as I was on that first night that I gave him my virginity. As I wait for him to pick me up, my pussy is wet with anticipation, thinking about that wonderful cock from long ago.