0 comments/ 51737 views/ 5 favorites Becky's First Time By: greywolf393 I reached over and shut the hot water running out of the faucet on the bathtub off. I stripped off my coffee shop uniform and threw it into the washing machine in my apartment.  I walked around the apartment in my white bra and panties; I couldn't believe I had lived here for a whole year already.  I was nearing the end of my Freshman Year at UCLA.  I couldn't wait to see my friends back home in Minnesota and tell them about my year, about school, about working, and mostly about Ryan. As made my way back into the bathroom stripping off my bra and panties, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror.  I took my shoulder length black hair out of the ponytail it was in and looked with my bright blue eyes at my pale skin and features.  I have perky B cupped breasts with puffy nipples; I was always self-conscious of them.  I have a thin frame, but not too thin, not a lot of bones showing. Everyone tells me that my stomach is flat and that I look great, though I think I could stand to lose a few pounds.  Looking down, the hair between my legs was shaved off clean, I just never liked the way it felt.  My legs were long and fairly thin, then I turned, I hated the way by butt looked.  Every guy I ever dated said I had a great ass, I never thought so, and it sticks out too much.  No matter how much running, walking, or other exercises I did, nothing would get rid of it.  I padded off to the bathroom thinking of Ryan again, I laughed at how we met that day I started at the coffee shop right after I moved here and how our relationship grew so quickly.  As I stepped into the hot water and lowered myself down into it, my thoughts of Ryan made my urges surge and my pussy begged to be touched. I remembered it was the summer after high school graduation, I moved to Los Angeles to attend UCLA, my parents couldn't afford to have me live on campus, so I decided to get an apartment very close by.  After some searching online I found a girl, Sara, who was looking for a new roommate and it was right in the area I wanted to be in.  We conversed via email and did talk via Skype.  Once I felt comfortable I took a trip out to Los Angeles to meet Sara, and to find a job so I could afford my half of the rent and utilities.   I was amazed how quickly my job search ended, almost immediately after it had started.  After my plane landed in Los Angeles I took a cab to the apartment Sara and I would share.  We spent the remainder of the day talking and getting to know one another.  Sara showed me around the area and II noted the places which had "Help Wanted" signs in their windows.   The next day, I remembered, I woke up in the morning and decided to head to the little coffee shop I had seen the day before to get some breakfast and to plan my job hunting attack.  I walked the few blocks the shop was from the apartment building and opened the heavy glass and metal door. I remembered stepping into the coffee shop was like stepping back in time to the 1950's, the decor of the place felt really authentic to the period.  The coffee shop had a few customers, but wasn't busy, so, I had a seat at the counter and perused the menu while I waited for someone to take my order, immediately after sitting down I heard shouting coming from somewhere in the kitchen. I couldn't remember all of the details of the conversation, but, basically the manager had found out that one of his waitresses was getting married and would be quitting her job.  Something about how her soon to be husband didn't want his new bride working.  When the waitress came over to take my order, I asked her what was going on.  The waitress, whose name tag read Donna, explained that it was just a little disagreement over her leaving and she showed me her shiny new diamond ring.  I called the manager over and explained that I was looking for work starting in a couple of weeks when I moved out to Los Angeles, that I had no experience, but was a fast learner.  The manager was still so upset about the situation he hired me on the spot and said that I could learn from Donna for the beginning of the week before she left.  I could pick up any remaining knowledge from the other waitresses once Donna was gone.   I couldn't believe my luck; I was thrilled to start working and living on my own. A few weeks later I had moved into the apartment and tried to settle in before school started.  I couldn't believe that I was 18 years old, living out of my parents' house, and starting my first job, everything was exciting and new, little did I know how exciting things were about to get. My first day was a Monday that was the day I met Ryan. After I arrived and met everyone Donna showed me around the front as well as the kitchen and food storage areas.  She told me that later that day the coffee shop would be getting a meat delivery and it would be good experience for me to deal with that, mainly the delivery person did all of the work.  She then proceeded to show me how to wait tables and what to wear that was in good taste, but would elicit good tips from customers. "You're lucky, you're young, most of the morning crowd are businessmen and laborers, keep an extra button undone on your blouse and they'll open their wallets for ya."  She told me.  "Just remember, you don't have to give them anything, just being really nice and showing just enough will do the trick and keep them coming back."  Donna continued. I nodded my head taking mental notes, there was a lot to remember, but Donna's shortcuts really helped. Later that day, right on time, the meat truck pulled up in the back of the shop.  Donna and I headed to the back of the shop to open the door for the driver. "Always check first to make sure that it's not some thief or creep.  We don't get many of those, but it's better to be safe than sorry."  Donna told me. I looked out of the peep hole in the rear door; I saw a white truck that looked like a converted UPS truck with the words "Smokehouse Meats" written in large letters on the side.  I opened the heavy metal door and used the door stop to keep the door open.  I heard the door open and then shut, then I saw him walking toward me.  Ryan was older than I was, tall, about six feet with tanned skin, dirty blonde hair and green eyes.  Ryan had the kindest eyes.  He was medium build, with well-defined muscles; he must have worked out after he was done hauling meat around Los Angeles.  He was busy reading his clipboard and opening the back of the truck.  To me, he looked like a dream California boy. Donna stepped in front of me as I was scanning Ryan's body, taking him all in.  She called out to him, "Hey Ryan."   "Hey Donna, how are things?"  Ryan asked in reply not taking his eyes away from the back of the truck, he pushed the back door of the truck up; it rolled up in a fluid movement. "Just want to let you know, this is my last week here," she told him. Ryan turned around a little stunned "Oh no!  You're kidding right?  Please tell me you're kidding, where are you going?" "Yeah, I'm getting married, so, I'll be home for a while until I decide what I am going to do."  Donna told him and used that moment to introduce me.  "So, this is my replacement, Becky, you make sure to be nice to her." I peeked out from behind Donna after she announced me; my cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.  "Hi." was about all I could muster. "Hey there, no reason to be shy, I don't bite, unless you ask nicely." He smiled; he could see the redness on my cheeks deepen. "Wow, Donna, I'm really going to miss you, you've been here since I started." he adjusted his view to Donna who was taking the clipboard from him and checking things off. "Yep, it's been six years, I'm 25 now, time to move on and start my life."  She said to him with a bit of exhilaration in her voice.  "But, you take care of my girl here, no funny stuff, you hear?" She continued, patting me on the back. Donna turned to face me and handed me Ryan's clipboard.  "OK, I've checked the list to make sure that everything we ordered last night is here, all you have to do is check it off as Ryan brings it into the cooler.  You can handle that right?"  She said giving me my first big task. "Absolutely, no problem," I replied taking the clipboard from her hand. "OK, if you have any problems, just holler, I'll be waiting on customers."  She said walking back into the kitchen. Ryan did exactly what Donna had said he would do, "no funny stuff either" I thought to myself, though I did catch him looking me up and down a few times. When he was nearly through, Ryan looked around the corners to see if anyone was nearby and then got a little closer. "Hey Becky," he said taking the last of the meat off of the truck "Yeah," I replied, I was just the slightest bit curious what he was going to ask. "I deliver every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I got a deal for ya," he said putting the meat into the cooler. "Oh really, what is it?" I smiled figuring it was some kind of joke. "Well, I was thinking, after my deliveries are done, if you could give me free coffee when I deliver, I could give you free meat."  He said with a straight face. "Really, what kind of meat are we talking about?"  I asked, still thinking that he was joking. "I could give you some good sausage," he told me. "Oh, so you want to give me your sausage huh?" I replied, my eyes rolling, I figured he was making a sexual joke to break the ice with the new girl. "No, seriously, it's a fair trade, coffee for meat," he said innocently. I looked at Ryan's face; he was the cutest boy I'd seen around since moving to L.A.  I knew we gave out free coffee to upset customers all of the time, so what was one more?  Besides, he did stock our cooler really neatly for us. "Well, let me think about it, I don't want to get in trouble my first day on the job."  I flirted with him twisting my toe on the floor.  I gave him my best innocent eyes.  I could tell from his look that he was having fun flirting right back. "OK, well don't take too long thinking about it, the offer may not last forever." he kidded right back with me. The rest of the week went well, I learned a lot about the shop and the regulars who came in every day.  Wednesday was Donna's last day, Ryan came on schedule, this time Donna let me handle the process by myself after she handed me the list of what the manager had ordered the night before.  Ryan and I continued to drive each other wild flirting as he put the meat into the cooler.  Before he left he asked out the deal he had proposed on Monday.   "OK, I'm in." I said giving him a free cup of coffee. "Great." he said taking the cup from my hand, as he did our hands touched and it was as if we were statically charged his hand felt rough, but yet so gentle on my skin.  His touch raised goose bumps along my arm and I shivered a little. "I'll give you the meat on Friday after your shift, what time do you get off?"  He asked. "5:00 P.M." I informed Ryan. "Perfect, I'll see you at 5:00 on Friday, meet me in the parking lot across the street" he said. Friday came and I worked my morning shift as usual, and Ryan came and made his normal delivery accepting the free coffee I handed to him.  As he left to continue his deliveries, I told him that I would see him at 5:00 in the parking lot across the street from the coffee shop. Finally, it was 5:00 and time for me to leave.  I took off my apron and put it in the break room beside the kitchen in the shop.  I let everyone know I was off for the night and that I would see them in the morning for my first Saturday shift.  I headed out of the door and there was Ryan's truck, parked in the parking lot across the street from the shop, just as he said it would be. I knocked on the door of the truck and he slid it open with a smile.   "Hey, you made it," Ryan said to me, his teeth were perfectly white.   "Yes sir, right on time, as requested.  Now, I'm here for my meat."  I smiled back at him "Right down to business, I like it." He said smiling at me "Right this way little lady." Ryan leaned past me and shut the door of the truck, then opened the door leading to the back of the truck and ducked in.  I was only too happy to watch him from behind as he made his way down the corridor toward the back of the truck.  There were a couple of lights that lit up the back of the truck so that it wasn't dark at all.  I looked around and saw metal deep freezers on either side of the truck, on each of the freezer sliding doors were neatly printed labels indicating what was inside.  I spun around losing sight of Ryan as my eyes looked around at what was Ryan's work space.   "Wow, it's a little cramped in here with all of the freezers.  Is it difficult for you to work back here?"  I asked not yet making eye contact. "Nah, it's not bad, you get used to it," he told me.  "Your meat is right here," I heard him say. I turned around and there was Ryan, standing at the back of the truck with his pants unbuttoned and unzipped.  He had pulled his boxers down just enough to allow his penis and his balls to hang over them.  I had never seen a penis before, well, I had on T.V and on the internet, but not close up.  Ryan's cock seemed really big to me, the ones I had seen in movies and online porn were always good sized, but this seemed extraordinarily big.  I wondered if he thought I was just some scared little college girl from the mid-west who would turn and run at the sight of his gigantic cock.  So, I think I surprised him when I walked closer toward him and dropped to my knees. "So, what am I supposed to do with this?"  I asked him in a sultry voice. Ryan smiled down at me and said "Give it a taste, you might like it." I hadn't ever gone down on a guy before but, I knew plenty of my friends who had.  I had seen plenty of videos online of girls sucking guys off, it seemed that they always started with licking, so I decided to follow suit to hide my inexperience. I took him gently in my hand and I was a little surprised when it jumped at my touch.  I used my soft hand to stroke him a little, I looked up and saw that Ryan had closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the truck, his stiffening cock was right in my face.  I could see that he was long, maybe seven or eight inches; the skin of his cock was slightly lighter than of his body.  The mushroom tip was dark and starting to swell from the increased blood flow.  I was a little scared, but I wanted to try this.  Ryan was so good looking; I was hoping he would treat me gently.  I gave the head of his cock a kiss and then a lick with my tongue. "Ryan, I haven't ever," my voice trailed off and I looked down. Ryan opened his eyes and looked down at me, "Don't worry about it, you're doing wonderfully so far," he assured me. I looked back up, nodded my head and went back to licking the tip of his cock lightly.  At that moment I decided to go on instinct, to do what I had seen and if I felt him jump a bit or moan then I would keep going.  I wrapped my small hand around his cock and put the head in my mouth, I could feel the heat of him against my tongue.  It felt nice, so, I went further, alternating my hand and mouth movements so they were in rhythm. Ryan was moaning again, he moved so that his body could rest on the long freezer cabinet on the floor of the truck.  His hands gripped the front of the freezer as I increased the speed of my head bobbing up and down on him.  Each time I moved, I backed my hand off a bit and let more of him into my mouth.  I let saliva build in my mouth which lubricated his cock; Ryan seemed to like that feeling against my lips.   At one point Ryan lifted his right hand and was almost petting me while I sucked on him.  I went a little too far down on him and I gagged a bit, I was afraid I'd choke or worse, but once I backed off I was OK and went back to sucking on him. As I continued to take him into my mouth, I felt the heat growing between my legs.  I had the urge to touch myself.  I used my free hand to pull my skirt up around my legs.  I reached down and touched my lips through my panties, instantly I got wet.  I wanted more, I needed more, and as I touched myself I wanted him to take me.  I was a little afraid of having such a big cock being my first, but my body ached to be taken, to be penetrated.  I could taste the salty liquid dripping from the tip of his cock; I knew it was a preview of what was to come. I pulled him out of my mouth and looked up at him as I continued to stroke him. "Ryan," I looked up at him keeping the rhythm of my hand going. "Yes?"  He said opening his eyes and thrusting his hips into my hand.  He looked down and could see me pleasuring myself. "I want you inside of me, but, you have to be slow, I've never done that before."  I explained to him. Ryan nodded; he looked into my eyes and said, "I'll be very gentle baby." Ryan stood up and pulled his pants and shirt off.  He carefully guided my arm up and helped me to remove my shirt.  I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor of the truck.  I stood there in my bra and panties, Ryan turned me around so that I was facing the freezers.  I heard him kneel down so that his face was in direct line with my ass.  Ryan placed his fingertips into the white waistband and tugged my panties down slowly, revealing my pale cheeks.  After he removed my soaked panties, he bent me slightly forward and then he put his fingertips on either side of the cleavage of my ass and spread it apart.  I gasped as I felt Ryan pull me open; I felt the lips of my pussy part allowing my juices to run down my inner thigh.  I felt my ass pucker a little bit as if giving a wink to Ryan.  I had never felt so open before, it was exhilarating to feel so open to the air. I was excited and nervous all at the same time "My God, you're beautiful."  Ryan said to me I flushed at his words.  I would have chucked a little except that I felt the heat of his breath on my pussy as his head moved closer to me. I felt Ryan's tongue meet the outer lips of my pussy and slowly lick upward, parting my pussy with his tongue.  Ryan continued to lick all the way up until I felt his tongue run over my puckered ass.  I gasped again and then bent forward more, pushing my ass into his face.  Ryan made a few circles with his tongue around my asshole and proceeded back down to my pussy.  He plunged his tongue in between my lips and darted in and out, fucking me with his mouth.  My body responded immediately, I rocked back and forth slightly.  He repositioned himself so that his tongue could find my clit.  As soon as it did I felt a surge followed by a need for more.  He rubbed my swollen clit with his tongue; my body moving in rhythm with his mouth.  I really thought I was going to have my first real orgasm right into his hot mouth.   Suddenly, Ryan stopped licking me, and I felt him stand up.  I knew in my mind this was it; I was going to feel him inside of me.  I anticipated the feeling of being filled up. I turned my head around to look at him. "Please be careful with me Ryan."  I said to him with a little anxiety in my voice.   He nodded and took his cock in one hand, he used the other hand to take the cleavage of my ass and spread it apart.  Ryan took his cock and rubbed it up and down the length of my pussy mixing the saliva and the juice that was running from me like what felt like a leaking faucet.  He placed the head of his swollen cock at my entrance and stopped. "Are you ready?"  Ryan asked in a sweet voice. I nodded my head and moaned my acknowledgement, I don't remember saying anything.  Ryan eased his cock into my pussy slowly, my lips parted with a soft moan that escaped from my mouth.  I felt my pussy open to allow for his width to enter me.  He was so careful, so slow with me, so tender.  He stopped periodically so that I could get used to the feeling, then he continued inching himself into me.  It hurt a little, but each time he stopped I was able to recover and it started feeling really good again.  I started to feel really full when I felt my ass cheeks start to feel his stomach.  He pushed on until he was all the way in me. I cringed a little and pressed my teeth together tightly. Becky's First Time with Luci My husband once worked for a major international tractor company, most people would have heard the name, but I won't mention it here. He was a highly qualified mechanic and one of the head supervisors. One night just a few years ago, he and I got into a discussion about him going out on his own to start a business. He surprised me by telling me that he had learned already of a motor repair business that was for sale. At least it was within the state in which we live in Australia, but the town was over 3 hours drive from the capital city in which we then lived. "That's okay," I told him, "but what about my job?" I am in a public service role in the travel and tourism industry, which takes me away from home a lot. Where this business that he wanted to buy was based, I would have a 3½-hour drive to reach the airport from where my working day started and finished. Some of my flights are in the very early hours of the morning … both outbound and inbound. I certainly didn't want such a long drive home after spending long hours on a plane. So we both thought long and hard about it, weighing up the good against the bad points. On the bad side was everything about my job, but I had to admit that there was a lot going for the business and I knew my husband always wanted to own his own business. We had both always agreed too that we would love to live close to the beach, on at least a few acres of land where it would be peaceful and quiet, giving us time to relax with each other. We have no children, both of us content to concentrate on our careers. We weren't really fussy about kids, but I was on the pill and we were happy the way we were. If we took this opportunity, we could escape the rat race of the city, and as his own boss, he would not be bound to do the huge amounts of overtime that the tractor company expected of him. We would have lots more time for each other and I knew my husband would love that. Before I go much further, I better tell you about us. My husband, Barry is tall, around 6-4, fair-haired, well-built, keeps fit … he's into Muay Thai kick boxing. He's had some fights in the ring, which he's enjoyed, and he's won. As for myself, I am quite tall too, blonde hair that runs down over my shoulders, I'm a natural blonde, 5-9, slim 34c-24-35. I like to keep fit, I lay in the sun a lot, swim, don't smoke, social drinker … and I love to tease guys. I have been told that I have a killer arse and a weird sense of humour. 'Oh, I should say too that I enjoy sex,' just figured I should throw that in. The type of work that I do tends to lead to me getting hit on quite often … which I have to admit to enjoying sometimes. For some guys, it can get a bit awkward if I rebuff them, so I have to be careful how I do it … but most are okay about it. So, after much discussion about moving out of town to a whole new life, we decided 'let's do it,' but not knowing what I was going to find. Before we made the move, we had to find rental accommodation. We thought that we would take it easy, not rush in, take our time to find the sort of place that we both wanted. We wanted somewhere nice and quiet with nobody looking over our shoulders like there had been in the city. So we moved down there, declaring that we would give it one year. Little did either of us know what was about to happen. Within three months, Barry had so much mechanical work that he had to advertise for a qualified mechanic. My husband was working seven days a week, so much for taking it easy, but he had already made a good name for himself. A lot of you will know what small towns are like, word of mouth gets around quickly when someone is doing a good job. He started to get lots of farmers who had previously gone to out-of-town mechanics, but like all farmers, they wanted him to work on their machinery yesterday. I had taken a few months off work so that I could help Barry in the early stages … you know, taking phone calls, making appointments so that he didn't have to keep stopping work to answer the phone. Mobile coverage is pretty disgusting in this part of the country and he didn't want to lose hard-earned business by not being able to acknowledge callers when they rang in. We even found that our sex life was not as it used to be. Back in the city, when Barry came home from work, he would want a quickie, so he would call me up to let me know that he was on his way home. I would go in and shower and make myself ready for him. I have never refused my husband and, as I have said already, I love sex. Even if I don't cum, just giving my lover pleasure is my reward. I know that lots of other girls feel the same way, we are not like guys having to cum all the time … we can enjoy sex, giving a blow job, seeing the look of pleasure on my lover's face as he cums. But don't get me wrong, I do enjoy coming, it's like the icing on the cake of sex. When I was at Uni, studying for my public relations degree, I got on extremely well with one of the lecturers, who was female. One time over coffee, we got to chatting about guys, and how to use our feminine sexuality to help guide guys to get what we want. She explained lots of things to me over that time. I would go around to her place some nights and she would show me how to dress, how to conduct myself if I was going for an interview, how to act around guys, how to flirt, but not going too far. She was great, but the most important thing she ever said to me was 'To keep your guy happy, you have to be a whore in bed and a cook in the kitchen.' I have never forgotten that advice. Sorry, I do tend to go on … I better get back to my story. One night, the estate agent that looked after us when we moved, invited us out for dinner. So we went, it was at one of the big local resorts with he and his wife. While the four of us were having dinner, my husband spotted the mechanic that he had just hired. Barry pointed him out to all of us and the agent seemed to know him. He told us, "You've got a good guy there, it could be just the break he deserves. He had a big bust up with the boss of the big motor dealer in town, he's been keen to get another job, you won't go wrong with him." Barry looked pleased with that response, confirming that he had made the right decision in hiring the new guy. After we finished dinner, the agent and his wife excused themselves, telling us that they had to get home to relieve the babysitter before it got too late. We didn't have such a problem so Barry and I went into the lounge area to enjoy another drink. While we were sitting there enjoying our night-cap, Paul, my husband's new employee, and his wife came in to the lounge and took a nearby table. I had not met either of them, but instead of checking out the husband first, as most women would do, the wife's and my eyes locked. She sort of gave a nervous smile and gently nodded her head toward me. 'Wow,' I thought, 'she is gorgeous, I wonder what she does in a small town like this.' I hadn't even met her, but I felt like I couldn't take my eyes off her. I felt myself wanting to 'know' her more … lots more. Don't get me wrong, I am a very happily married woman and Barry and I enjoy great sex. But way back in my Uni days, I had once tried messing around with another girl, which I enjoyed a lot. But since then, I had not met any other girl that I was interested in. All I had on was a black woollen dress that clung to my body and ended about 3 inches above the knees, so I had to be very careful sitting down. It was one of my husband's favourites … he likes touching me when we're driving home from a night out, stroking my legs and thighs. This dress is ideal for that, because it rides up my thighs. I have previously pulled it up over my arse for him and sometimes I take off my thong. I also had a small sweater, with the arms draped over my shoulders. I could feel my nipples starting to tingle, and with no bra on, they would soon stick out. Also, since I was wearing just a small thong, I was thinking that I might have to adjourn to the rest room and place some tissues down there, to help absorb any moisture that might leak from my sexual parts. I touched my husband's arm, "Hey, there's that Paul that you hired, and I guess that must be his wife." "Yes it is, would you mind if I invite them over for a drink, so we can get to know them better. It seems as if I touched lucky with him." 'Would I mind?' I thought, 'Oh God no, I already wanted to get to know her a lot better, maybe even become really good friends.' So Barry went over and was talking to them, then they got up and came over to our table with their drinks. "Hey Luci, this is Paul." With that, my husband's new employee leaned over to shake my hand. I felt a bit awkward, because being so tall and wearing 3 inch heels, I tended to look down at him … he was 5-8. Hi Paul, I'm pleased to meet you." "And," my husband continued, "this is his wife, Rebecca." "Hey, not so formal," the young woman suggested, smiling, "I'm called Becky," and she held out her hand to me. I took her warm hand in mine. 'Oh God, I wonder if she feels the same way I do.' I could feel the buzz going up my arm and down into my body, seeming to touch all of my erogenous zones. I did not want to let her hand go. She was wearing a simple black dress, just above the knees, but what I could see of her was so well put together. She was around 5-4, average figure, but later I was to find out just how well put together she was. Beautiful dark hair, down over her shoulders, and her breasts seemed full and firm. So the guys began talking together, as they do. I asked Becky, "What do you do?" "I'm into public relations," she told me happily. My husband must have been listening in, "Hey, so is Luci, she has a degree in public relations, so you two should get on real well." "I didn't think there would be much to do in that line of work down here," I said. "God no, I have too much, I could do with some real help. You would be surprised, but just look at all the wineries. I help to organise receptions and tours when they have VIP's coming by. I also take videos and photos, that's what I really like. Luci, you would be a big hit down here with your looks and experience. Why don't we meet for a coffee one day, so that we can talk about it." "Yes," my husband said, "then you would not have to go away all the time," he said with a smirk on his face. I knew what he was thinking about and it was not so much me going away. I just smiled back at him, letting him know that I knew what he was getting at, randy bugger. But then, that was just like all guys, God bless them. Over the next few weeks, I met Becky often, helping her, working with her. 'God, I was dying to make love to her, taste her,' but I was a bit scared to make it happen in case it spoiled the relationship that we now had. Plus, I had to be very careful if it got out what I had tried with her, living in this small town where everyone wants to know your business. My husband's business was becoming established and Barry and I decided that it was time for me to return to my regular job. On the eve of my first day back, I was in my bedroom, packing my clothes for my work trip when I heard a car beep, "Who can that be," I asked myself out loud. I looked out the window to see Becky getting out of her car with lots of papers, and what looked like drawings. "Hey Luci," she shouted out at my open front door. "Come in, I am in the bedroom," I called back. "Hey are you waiting for me?" she asked jokingly as she approached the room. 'If only,' I thought. "So what are you up to?" she asked as she walked into the bedroom where I was, my work clothes laid out on the bed. "Well, I will be away for three days from tomorrow," I said, "so I'm just getting my things together." "Why, where are you going?" I had not told her what I do, and then she saw my uniforms. "Wow, so now I know what you do," pointing to the distinctive uniform, known by any Australian who has travelled. "So you are a flight attendant.' "Yes, but don't tell anyone." She began to laugh, "So now I have you, keeping secrets from me. How long have you been doing that?" "Over ten years now, and I still enjoy it." She picked up one of my uniforms, "Hey, this is sexy, my husband would love me to wear this for him." She asked laughingly, "Do you wear it for your husband?" "Now that would be telling," I replied. She looked into my travel case, "Wow Luci, you do travel light." I gave her a puzzled look, "What do you mean?" "Well, look at your case, all you have in there are your uniforms, lots of tights, two bras, thongs and a dress. So what do you wear under your uniform? She was looking puzzled. "That's easy," I said with a mischievous smile, "me … and a pair of tights." "Hey, you're joking, with all those people around, not even a bra … wow!" I could see the excitement in her eyes, 'Oh God, Becky go,' I thought. I felt like just taking hold of her and making love to her, here and now. I fought with myself not to. "So tell me all about it," she was saying, "Do you get hit on?" "Oh yes, every trip." "Do you ever get tempted?" "So you want to know all my secrets." "Well do you, tell me. It's okay, I promise I won't say a word to anyone." I could see that she was getting excited. I looked at her, figuring out if I could trust her. We had got to know each other very well, and we felt very close. Even our husbands had remarked about that, they said we had become like sisters. I looked at her and thought, 'Just do it, now is the time.' "Well Becky, you have to do something for me," I said to her, grinning, "Is it a deal?" "Oh God, Luci, just tell me, okay … I will do what you want." "Promise me you will not get mad, or tell anyone." "YES, YES, now please tell me." I took a deep breath, 'Here goes,' I thought. "Okay, come here." She looked at me, I could see it on her face, curious … wondering what I was going to ask her. "Stand in front of me, okay … now close your eyes." I started to walk around her, quietly. I blew on the back of her neck. "Hey," she said, opening her eyes, looking for me. I started laughing, "I thought we had a deal." She looked at me and then she started to laugh, "Oh you bitch," she said and tapped me on the arm playfully. I grabbed her, "Okay Beck's, so you want to fight?" and we both fell onto the bed, starting to wrestle. I felt her breasts pushing on mine as we fought playfully. I rolled over onto my back as she managed to get on top of me. I put my arms around her, intending to push her off me, but my hands slipped, one grasped her butt as the other somehow slid under her top. I could feel her breasts were so firm … without even thinking, I gave them a squeeze, feeling her nipples, they were hard, 'Oh god, is Becky hot', I thought, 'hers are just like mine … HARD'. I managed to roll back over, getting her down, leaning over her, looking into her beautiful eyes, then I could just not stop myself. I leant down and, smiling at her, I kissed her. Letting my tongue force its way into her mouth, trying to catch her tongue with mine, feeling her relax, as I found her tongue, sucking it, and hoping – wishing – that she would feel the same as I did. Her eyes flew wide open and she broke the kiss, "Oh god, Luci, what are we doing?" she asked, but fortunately she was smiling at me. Her arms came up to surround my neck, holding me to her, "Luci I have never done anything like this. I have thought of it, wondering what it would be like, and I would love you to be my first, please". "Just relax, Beck's" I said, "I have wanted to do this since I first met you. I have thought about you a lot. Every time I see you, I have wanted to take you in my arms, into my bed." I was confessing my intimate thoughts to my new friend, "Even when we have been on the beach, watching you in your thong, it has taken all my will power to stop myself from making love to you. My pussy was so wet at times, thinking of making love to you, pulling you down, loving your breasts, kissing you all over, tasting you, watching you cum, and then kissing you with your juices on my lips." Becky pulled my face back down to hers, both of us opening our mouths, letting our tongues fight inside … I felt one of her hands creep under my top. "Oh Luci, I have wanted to feel, see your breasts, kiss them, make love to them, since we both went to the beach, then I watched you take off your dress and all you had on was a thong, God you got me so wet, just looking at you. They are beautiful." All I had on was a small skirt and a loose tee shirt, no underwear. I had just got out of the shower and thought I would get my travelling stuff ready before I got dressed. I had her on her back, looking up at me. I put one of my legs across her body. I was straddling her, looking into those gorgeous eyes. Then I lifted my top up over my head, loving that her hands came up to caress my breasts as soon as they came into her view. Letting her hold them, I told her, "Beck's, you can do what you want with them, they are yours" I leant forward, encouraging her to take one, then the other, into her mouth. I could feel myself starting to get those tingles women get when we are becoming aroused. I could feel my pussy wanting to be, kissed, touched, entered, I was so wet. I placed my hands alongside her head as I hovered over her, feeding her my breasts, they felt as if they were about to burst. My nipples were so hard as Becky sucked on them, gently biting them, rolling them around in her mouth. Only my small skirt remained, but she was still clothed. I rolled onto my side, pulling Beck's with me so I could hold her. I started to run my hands up and down her body, feeling her starting to kiss me back, tenderly … feeling her accepting my tongue while my hands roamed her body, then slid under her top. I undid her bra, letting her breasts fall free, "Beck's take your top off," I told her. She raised her arms so that we could both do it, removing her bra at the same time. I gently rubbed my palms over her nipples, in circles, feeling them begin to harden. All the time I was kissing her, whispering to her, saying how much I have wanted this, how gorgeous she is, how I have wanted to hold her, taste her. I could feel her hands starting to roam over my body, pulling my arse into her, cupping the cheeks. "Oh Luci, you are so firm," Becky told me. I felt her hand go to the zipper on my skirt, sliding it down, then her discovery, "Oh God, Luci, you have no underwear on. You are so hot, no wonder so many guys hit on you." Her skirt was loose so I could slide my hands under it very easily. I pushed it up to her waist, "Take it off, Luci," she implored me, "I want to be like you … nude." I slid it down easily, it had an elasticised waist. She kicked it away, leaving her in brief high-cut panties. I put my hands back on her arse, pulling her body in to me, leaning my head down to her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, gently biting it, rolling it around between my teeth, licking it, sucking it, her beautiful breasts were so full and so firm. "Oh fuck, Luci, Luci, I have never felt this way, not like this," she was crying, "I never thought it would be like this … I think I love you." I looked at her, "Beck's, just enjoy yourself, let yourself go, do what you want to, I am yours, this is all for you." I knelt up, letting her see me, "Beck's, I am all yours." Becky's First Time with Luci "Oh God, Luci, you are all shaven, oh fuck, so bare. That is so sexy, let me touch you," she said. I spread my legs, feeling her hand touching me there, feeling my bare mound, letting her fingers feel my sex, which was so wet. I shuddered as she let a finger slide down between my sex lips, feeling it stop at my entrance, but not entering me, just running it around in my juices. "Oh God, Luci, you are so wet," she gasped, "can I taste you please?" "No Beck's, later you can do anything you want to me … but for now, this is your moment, let me enjoy you." I got back down so that I could love her, starting to gently bite her nipples, rolling them around my tongue. She was holding my head as I made love to her, running her hands all through my hair, holding my head on her breasts, rolling around on the bed, moaning "Luci, Luci, oh god, oh yes!" I slid my hand down to her panties, working them down over her hips as I placed one of my legs between hers, giving me access to her sex mound. She squeezed my leg between hers, I could feel her sex against my leg, and I let my hand slide down between us, stroking her leg. I was still sucking her breasts, going from one to the other. She was starting to rub on my leg that was still entwined with hers, I was feeling her sex rubbing on my knee. My hand reached her sex, I gently caressed the top of her mound, feeling all the curly pubic hair there, so different from mine, letting my fingers slide down her sex, but not going between her outer lips. She opened her legs to me, trying to hump on my hand. I leaned up to her, wanting to taste more of her kisses, pushing my tongue into her mouth, sucking her tongue as I let my fingers run over her sex, letting one slide over her outer lips. I could feel some moisture there as my finger slid in between her outer lips … she was wanting more. 'Plenty of time for that,' I thought, continuing to gently run my hand over her sex, running it down her legs, feeling her opening her legs as wide as she could, wanting me to bring her to her release. I started to kiss my way down her body, she grabbed my head, "Oh God, Luci, Luci," she cried, knowing where I was heading. Her legs and hips were bucking as my hands held her legs apart, kissing them, working my way ever so slowly to her apex. Her feet were on the bed, pushing her sex up to me, "Oh God, Luci, Luci, stop tormenting me please." I kissed her mound, letting my tongue just sweep across her sex, over and back, feeling how wet she was, smelling that musky sex smell. I know guys love it, but she was mine at this moment … I let my fingers slide into her sex as I kissed her legs, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Luci, I'm nearly cumming." I opened her outer lips, gently running my tongue up and down her sex, running it around her entrance, just letting her know it was there, and then pushed it into her entrance. Then teasingly, I ran it up to her bud, letting my tongue slide all over it, "Oh, oh Luci, Luci," she was grabbing my head, holding it tight on her sex, clamping her legs on the sides of my head, "Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk, Luci, Luci, comingggggggg!" Just as she came, I ran my tongue over and over her clit, sucking it, gently stroking it with my tongue, "Ohhhhhhhh Godddddddd, Luci, Luci, stop, stop pleaseeeeeee!" Her hips were pushing onto my face as she held my head on her sex, guiding me up and down, finding the bits that felt best to her. "Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, Luci, Luci," she was screaming, moaning, crying. "Oh Godddddd, Luci, Luci," she was still pushing her sex on my tongue, "Oh Luci, Luci!" I lay there, letting her come down from her orgasm, just laying there with my head resting on her sex, seeing all her juices on her pubic hair, thinking, 'I will have to shave her for next time.' Yes, I already knew there would be a next time. She let go of my head, letting her legs fall apart. I kissed her bud, "Oh God Luci, no more, please no more. God, that was unreal," she cried as I pulled myself up alongside her. I kissed her, letting her taste her own sex juices on my lips. "Oh God, Luci," she said as we kissed, "why did you wait so long. I have never done this before." "Don't worry, we will have lots more … whenever you want, Beck's, this will be our secret." "You will have to guide me on what to do, Luci," she said, eager to learn, her eyes probing mine. "No Beck's, just relax and do whatever you would want done to you, we have lots of time in the future." We lay there kissing and touching. She wanted to feel my bare sex mound, "God Luci, that is so sexy, kinky." She could not stop feeling my bare pussy, stroking my mound, letting her fingers slide down my sex, just inside my outer lips, caressing my clit so lightly, but not letting her fingers go into my opening, "Hey, if you keep doing that, you know what will happen," I said laughing. "Well it's my turn on you now, Luci" she said with a big grin on her face, licking her lips, making me laugh. "Beck's, next time we will both have a turn at the same time," I said winking at her, "maybe we can both go to 69, if you know what I mean" As I promised her that, she pushed a finger into me, "Oh God, Beck's, that's enough, you will have me cumming. Then it will lead into more, and we don't really have the time. Wait till you come over at the weekend, then we will have as much time as we want. I might even let you come to bed with me," I said, kissing her deeply. She gave up on her pursuit of my release reluctantly. "Okay," I said, grabbing her hand, pulling her up, "Let's go," pulling her into the bathroom. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice a bit panicky. "What do you think?" I looked at her with a big grin on my face, sitting her on the edge of the bath, "Now where is his shaving gear?" The End Becky's First Time "A little too far," I stammered out Ryan pulled back a little and I instantly felt relief.  He started with slow movements and I could feel him slide in and out of me, my pussy kept on lubricating his cock.  It felt really good, no, it was amazing, I'm not even sure how to describe it, and all I knew was that I wanted him.  As he fucked me I gained more confidence in him and in me, I pushed back toward him.  Ryan grabbed my hips and started to thrust in and out of my pussy a little faster. I was moaning constantly in time with each thrust into my depths.  I turned again to look at him. "Oh, yes, yes Ryan, take me, and fuck me baby."  I moaned to him Ryan couldn't control himself any further.  He really started thrusting into me.  There was pain, but it was a good feeling of pain, the feeling of being taken.  I pushed back into him; I was taking his full length now.  I could feel his cock rubbing against my cervix, it felt weird, but in a very good sort of way.  I reached down with my fingers and found my clit.  I feverishly rubbed my pussy as Ryan fucked me as deep as he could.  He used one thumb to draw circles around my puckered ass.  As he fucked me I could feel my back hole opening a closing just a little.  Ryan took one hand off of me for a moment, when he replaced it; I could feel something warm and wet working its way into my ass. I haven't ever tried anal sex either, and I wasn't sure if I'd like it, but this, this I liked.  I loved feeling more pressure, and then I could feel his thumb in my ass pressing against the cock that was sliding in and out of my pussy.  Ryan and I moaned almost in unison now.  I knew he was going to cum, and I was pretty sure I was too.  I used my other hand to release my breasts from my bra.  They swung with the movements of our bodies; occasionally my nipples would graze the cold metal of the freezer door.  I felt them grow rock hard with each kiss of the cold metal.   I could hear our skin slapping together now, I was moaning louder and louder with each thrust.  Ryan's balls would swing forward and hit my clit just right.  I was able to time it and get my hand out of the way so I would feel it.  Then, I felt Ryan's cock growing inside of me.  It was like a balloon growing and swelling only it was his cock getting ready to explode.  His pace quickened and his thrusts deepened. I could hear Ryan grunting as he pushed further into me, I found that I could tighten and loosen my grip on his cock with my pussy and on his thumb with my ass.  Ryan was alternating his cock and his thumb now, the feeling drove me right over the edge.  I collapsed against the freezer in a fit of an orgasm; I pushed hard against his body, trying to push us into one body.  I lost control, my body trembled and I screamed out in passion.  Ryan pulled his thumb out of my ass and slid his cock out of my pussy.  He gave it two pumps with his fist and squirted thick, hot cum all over my back and my ass.  I think it may have reached the back of my head.  I could feel the hot liquid dripping down my back and the crevice of my ass.  Ryan's hot body collapsed on top of my small frame, we were spent.  He leaned his head down and kissed me on the lips, I turned my head up to meet his kiss.  I felt that I could have slept right there in the meat truck, on the freezer, with Ryan on top of me, our cum soaked bodies pressed together in exhaustion. We were both quiet, we just laid there, our bodies pressed together and cemented with the evidence of our passion.  After what was probably minutes, but felt like hours, Ryan peeled himself off of me.  I felt the cold breeze of the air on my back with the loss of his body heat; I longed to have him on top of me again.  I stood up on shaky legs; Ryan reached out his hand to steady me.  We did our best to help each other clean up and get dressed.  I didn't know what to say, I wanted him to hold me, to tell me that this wasn't just a quick fuck in the back of his truck.  I quietly gathered myself together and prepared to leave his truck. As luck would have it Ryan broke the awkward silence.  Once he had himself straightened out, he watched me until he felt that I was sufficiently together.  Ryan reached out to me and grabbed my arms, he pulled me toward his body and held me so very tightly, and I yelped a little. "Hi," I said to him staring directly into his eyes. "Hi," he said back to me with a small smile beginning to form on his lips. He parted his lips as if he were going to start to say something, instead he kissed me, hard on the mouth, I felt his tongue part my lips, move my mouth open and explore its depths, searching for my tongue.  We held that kiss for what seemed like ten minutes.  I didn't care, I didn't want it to end, I wrapped my arms around his solid body and held on, relieved. When our kiss finally broke, he looked deep into my eyes, his brow furled for a moment and he said, "Do you want to get some dinner?" I giggled, and with a big grin on my face I replied "Sure." "Good," he said, "I know a great little coffee shop where we can talk." "I was hoping for something a little different."  I said with a grin as we walked out of the truck and into the empty parking lot.  Ryan wrapped his arm around me as we walked; neither of us cared where we ended up.