I am so a newb at blogging, I don't even know if this is how I go about it. Is this going to be like an article and then my next "blog" will be a separate story I write about? Or did I literally title this one Third Time With Gina permanently when it will end up being about all my sex encounters? I plunge onward...
The Third Time With Gina
This is the story of a very memorable sexual encounter I had with the woman who took my virginity. It describes our third time together in intimacy, an event which will forever be among the greatest sexual experiences of my life.
Gina was a tall Italian woman, about 5'9", maybe even 5’10”. I am 6’1” and she liked to wear high heels which would bring her about eye level with me. She had very long, straight, dark brown hair (nearly black), and a natural tan complexion to her skin. She was 24 years old, and I 19. For as long as I’ve known her she’s had a sexy Italian accent; yes, she is literally from Italy. Her voice was deeper than a typical woman’s, in a range that men find exceptionally sexy. Contrary to popular belief, a deeper voice is more sexy in a woman than a high-pitched one, for most men. (to a point; obviously a very deep smoker’s type voice has the opposite effect.)
When I first met her, Gina was truly a sight to behold.....a thin frame to her tall body, and yet she had large, beautifully-shaped, natural C-cup breasts (and as I would come to know, big beautiful nipples too!) She also had a curvaceous heart-shaped ass, and such long, smooth feminine legs. I found her face truly ravishing, definitely “gorgeous” though she only described herself as “girl next door” quality. She had beautiful brown eyes, full lips and great teeth. In general there was nothing about her appearance one could find lacking. She had a few small tattoos, most of them in discreet places, which I didn’t mind.
My first encounter with her, when I lost my virginity to her at the age of 19 (1994), took place at my house and that's another story all its own. I won't go into how we met at college and all the interactions that led to our becoming occasional sex partners (friends with benefits as they say). From the beginning she made it clear she wasn’t looking for a serious relationship, and being incredibly eager to get my sex life started, I had no problem with that! I was fresh from my training in the Marines and hadn’t yet even kissed a woman, never mind dated one. Dying on some foreign beach in combat while still a virgin was a tragic scenario ever on my mind up until I met her.
Our second encounter was at her place a few months later, and again I won’t go into details but I do need to mention one point. During this second meeting, although all the foreplay was enjoyable, the event ended on sort of a bad note for me. I was penetrating her from behind, with her at the edge of the bed on her hands and knees, me standing beside the bed while thrusting into her, while she watched herself in the mirror she was facing. (She had a thing for that, watching herself get fucked by me in the mirror.) I was thrusting away moderately, I never really got all that intense, when suddenly, I'd say not even ten minutes into the actual intercourse I accidently came back too far in my thrust and my cock slipped out of her. Right then of all times I started cumming (I have no idea why), and I slipped it back into her before it was over simply because it seemed ridiculous to cum while NOT inside her (condom on of course), and this basically killed the enjoyment of the experience, it was a huge let-down because I was not at all in the mood to cum just then, wanting it to last longer and get more intense, like our first encounter which had lasted much, much longer. As for my orgasm, I felt afterward as if I could have gotten the same thing from just jacking off, like her pussy had simply provided the stroking that my hand could have; there had been nothing profound or explosive about it, cumming accidentally like that. This being my second sexual encounter of all time (where actual intercourse was involved), I was sort of sad and unsatisfied and I remember later that night hoping there was more to sex than just that. I'd had much more fun even the first time by comparison, and in masturbation. Being young and eager I easily could have gone on to have sex with her another three times that night, but the mood wasn’t right and it ended after I came. There was no awkwardness between us, just something in the stars perhaps that that night wasn’t meant for us to have earth-shaking sex. The next encounter I had with her one month later, is one I will never forget.
I called her one day and she was glad to hear from me and interested in meeting up again. We planned to meet up at her place that evening. I went through the usual preparations, showered and shaved, cut my nails, brushed and flossed, etc., the whole immaculate hygeine routine I've always gone through when planning to get butt naked and intimate with a woman. She was fresh from the shower herself when I got to her apartment in Studio City, and I should mention she was an aerobics instructor and had started to put on some serious muscle at this point, she looked great. (Later on she actually put on too much muscle, to the point of appearing semi-masculine. Funny side note- I was a very skinny 150 lbs. back then, but even when she was man-like buff I still beat her easily in arm wrestling!) I cannot recall what she was wearing when I got to her apartment that night, but she often would dress to show off her fantastic figure and especially her very long, mouth-watering legs. I brought her a single trimmed red rose, as a sign to her that even though we were only “casual,” we could still be a little romantic and tender without the threat of commitment.
She invited me in and after a big, warm hug and a kiss from her, we ended up on the couch in her living room, catching up with each other, with the TV on in the background. She had a nice apartment, well decorated, always tidy and clean. We were gradually getting more intimate as we talked, and soon enough we were body to body, her reclining back on me while we watched TV and talked.
At this point in my life, though I was fresh from my active duty training (and into the reserves) and brimming with confidence and self-esteem, I was still somewhat passive when it came to women in several regards, in part out of respect but also from sheer lack of experience. So just like the previous times with her I would generally wait for some subtle signal from her that she wanted to turn up the heat. This might seem strange since whenever we'd get together it was known to both of us from the start that we were entirely looking forward to fucking each other, not going through all the dating rituals. I think I was also waiting for her signal because I simply loved every moment being with her and having her lie against me, smelling her feminine skin and beautiful silky hair, feeling her softness and warmth, listening to her voice, looking into those gorgeous eyes, and of course looking at her amazing curves barely contained by suggestive clothing (especially the perfect over-the-shoulder view down into her generous cleavage). I wanted to savor every experience of being with her, not knowing when she would be in the mood for another “no strings attached” encounter. As I had never dated in high school, every moment with her was like some intoxicating dream; my “first” turning out to be a bombshell Italian sexpot of a woman, it truly was a dream, come true. To this day, the scent of her perfume brings back memories of her when I catch that scent on another woman.
After a time with her laying back against me I started to massage her, along her smooth back, her delicate neck and shoulders, her arms. We did this cuddling and caressing for about twenty minutes, until finally she ran her hand up the inside of my thigh and teased me there, squeezing my inner thigh close to my crotch. Being a ripe 19-year-old male with very little sexual experience, combined with that I am extremely sexual to begin with, I got a very swollen half erection (“half” due to being contained by my briefs) at a moment's notice. That I had been masturbating without cumming for about four days before seeing her- on purpose- might have something to do with my raging arousal as well. Even after this obvious sign from her that she wanted to get down to business, I didn’t make any advances right away, again wanting to draw out every minute of it all. I am a tease, and I love to be teased, to draw out the time between first contact and explosive orgasms as long as possible to bring the intensity to an absolute maximum for both of us. She then suggested we go to the bedroom, while she teased my bulge for a few moments, cupping it in her hand and squeezing it while she stared at it.
Off to the bedroom we went. With Gina, usually I’d really take my time on the foreplay, to just do all sorts of things to her body and put off the actual sex until one or both of us was at the breaking point, where you can barely stand not being joined cock-in-pussy any further. Sometimes we’d just unleash our lust on each other, tearing off clothes as fast as we could and letting the passion overcome us both. But most times, I took it slow with her and made sure she was dripping wet and horny out of her mind before we finally fucked.
The Third Time With Gina
This is the story of a very memorable sexual encounter I had with the woman who took my virginity. It describes our third time together in intimacy, an event which will forever be among the greatest sexual experiences of my life.
Gina was a tall Italian woman, about 5'9", maybe even 5’10”. I am 6’1” and she liked to wear high heels which would bring her about eye level with me. She had very long, straight, dark brown hair (nearly black), and a natural tan complexion to her skin. She was 24 years old, and I 19. For as long as I’ve known her she’s had a sexy Italian accent; yes, she is literally from Italy. Her voice was deeper than a typical woman’s, in a range that men find exceptionally sexy. Contrary to popular belief, a deeper voice is more sexy in a woman than a high-pitched one, for most men. (to a point; obviously a very deep smoker’s type voice has the opposite effect.)
When I first met her, Gina was truly a sight to behold.....a thin frame to her tall body, and yet she had large, beautifully-shaped, natural C-cup breasts (and as I would come to know, big beautiful nipples too!) She also had a curvaceous heart-shaped ass, and such long, smooth feminine legs. I found her face truly ravishing, definitely “gorgeous” though she only described herself as “girl next door” quality. She had beautiful brown eyes, full lips and great teeth. In general there was nothing about her appearance one could find lacking. She had a few small tattoos, most of them in discreet places, which I didn’t mind.
My first encounter with her, when I lost my virginity to her at the age of 19 (1994), took place at my house and that's another story all its own. I won't go into how we met at college and all the interactions that led to our becoming occasional sex partners (friends with benefits as they say). From the beginning she made it clear she wasn’t looking for a serious relationship, and being incredibly eager to get my sex life started, I had no problem with that! I was fresh from my training in the Marines and hadn’t yet even kissed a woman, never mind dated one. Dying on some foreign beach in combat while still a virgin was a tragic scenario ever on my mind up until I met her.
Our second encounter was at her place a few months later, and again I won’t go into details but I do need to mention one point. During this second meeting, although all the foreplay was enjoyable, the event ended on sort of a bad note for me. I was penetrating her from behind, with her at the edge of the bed on her hands and knees, me standing beside the bed while thrusting into her, while she watched herself in the mirror she was facing. (She had a thing for that, watching herself get fucked by me in the mirror.) I was thrusting away moderately, I never really got all that intense, when suddenly, I'd say not even ten minutes into the actual intercourse I accidently came back too far in my thrust and my cock slipped out of her. Right then of all times I started cumming (I have no idea why), and I slipped it back into her before it was over simply because it seemed ridiculous to cum while NOT inside her (condom on of course), and this basically killed the enjoyment of the experience, it was a huge let-down because I was not at all in the mood to cum just then, wanting it to last longer and get more intense, like our first encounter which had lasted much, much longer. As for my orgasm, I felt afterward as if I could have gotten the same thing from just jacking off, like her pussy had simply provided the stroking that my hand could have; there had been nothing profound or explosive about it, cumming accidentally like that. This being my second sexual encounter of all time (where actual intercourse was involved), I was sort of sad and unsatisfied and I remember later that night hoping there was more to sex than just that. I'd had much more fun even the first time by comparison, and in masturbation. Being young and eager I easily could have gone on to have sex with her another three times that night, but the mood wasn’t right and it ended after I came. There was no awkwardness between us, just something in the stars perhaps that that night wasn’t meant for us to have earth-shaking sex. The next encounter I had with her one month later, is one I will never forget.
I called her one day and she was glad to hear from me and interested in meeting up again. We planned to meet up at her place that evening. I went through the usual preparations, showered and shaved, cut my nails, brushed and flossed, etc., the whole immaculate hygeine routine I've always gone through when planning to get butt naked and intimate with a woman. She was fresh from the shower herself when I got to her apartment in Studio City, and I should mention she was an aerobics instructor and had started to put on some serious muscle at this point, she looked great. (Later on she actually put on too much muscle, to the point of appearing semi-masculine. Funny side note- I was a very skinny 150 lbs. back then, but even when she was man-like buff I still beat her easily in arm wrestling!) I cannot recall what she was wearing when I got to her apartment that night, but she often would dress to show off her fantastic figure and especially her very long, mouth-watering legs. I brought her a single trimmed red rose, as a sign to her that even though we were only “casual,” we could still be a little romantic and tender without the threat of commitment.
She invited me in and after a big, warm hug and a kiss from her, we ended up on the couch in her living room, catching up with each other, with the TV on in the background. She had a nice apartment, well decorated, always tidy and clean. We were gradually getting more intimate as we talked, and soon enough we were body to body, her reclining back on me while we watched TV and talked.
At this point in my life, though I was fresh from my active duty training (and into the reserves) and brimming with confidence and self-esteem, I was still somewhat passive when it came to women in several regards, in part out of respect but also from sheer lack of experience. So just like the previous times with her I would generally wait for some subtle signal from her that she wanted to turn up the heat. This might seem strange since whenever we'd get together it was known to both of us from the start that we were entirely looking forward to fucking each other, not going through all the dating rituals. I think I was also waiting for her signal because I simply loved every moment being with her and having her lie against me, smelling her feminine skin and beautiful silky hair, feeling her softness and warmth, listening to her voice, looking into those gorgeous eyes, and of course looking at her amazing curves barely contained by suggestive clothing (especially the perfect over-the-shoulder view down into her generous cleavage). I wanted to savor every experience of being with her, not knowing when she would be in the mood for another “no strings attached” encounter. As I had never dated in high school, every moment with her was like some intoxicating dream; my “first” turning out to be a bombshell Italian sexpot of a woman, it truly was a dream, come true. To this day, the scent of her perfume brings back memories of her when I catch that scent on another woman.
After a time with her laying back against me I started to massage her, along her smooth back, her delicate neck and shoulders, her arms. We did this cuddling and caressing for about twenty minutes, until finally she ran her hand up the inside of my thigh and teased me there, squeezing my inner thigh close to my crotch. Being a ripe 19-year-old male with very little sexual experience, combined with that I am extremely sexual to begin with, I got a very swollen half erection (“half” due to being contained by my briefs) at a moment's notice. That I had been masturbating without cumming for about four days before seeing her- on purpose- might have something to do with my raging arousal as well. Even after this obvious sign from her that she wanted to get down to business, I didn’t make any advances right away, again wanting to draw out every minute of it all. I am a tease, and I love to be teased, to draw out the time between first contact and explosive orgasms as long as possible to bring the intensity to an absolute maximum for both of us. She then suggested we go to the bedroom, while she teased my bulge for a few moments, cupping it in her hand and squeezing it while she stared at it.
Off to the bedroom we went. With Gina, usually I’d really take my time on the foreplay, to just do all sorts of things to her body and put off the actual sex until one or both of us was at the breaking point, where you can barely stand not being joined cock-in-pussy any further. Sometimes we’d just unleash our lust on each other, tearing off clothes as fast as we could and letting the passion overcome us both. But most times, I took it slow with her and made sure she was dripping wet and horny out of her mind before we finally fucked.