Losing my virginity
Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2020 2:22 pm
So this is not an ideal story, as no loss-of-virginity story is.
I was 18 working my first job ever in retail. I became friends with some of my coworkers - a few people around my age and 1 or 2 who were in their mid 20s. One day I was assigned a department to stock with one of the ones who were a few years older. She was married with a daughter but was also kind of known to be a flirt. The conversation was going very forgettably until I started picking up on some of her flirty energy coming my way, and she mentioned something about how I must have so many girls all the time. I replied that I had 0 - that I was a virgin.
Something changed in her.
Her eyes lit up like she was an animal on the hunt and from there, she added me in social media and basically latched onto me. Through our discussions over the internet, I divulged my fetish in latex exam gloves and pointed to that as a source of anxiety, and possibly a reason of my trepidation in having relationships. So she asked me to give her some at work, so that she could send me some pictures. The next day I came to work and she couldn't keep her eyes off me, nor a smile off her face. At some point we ended up in the break room and she asked me if I had the gloves and I sneakily handed them to her - the first time I had ever told a girl about my fetish, and the first time I had ever seen a girl who knew about my fetish, with gloves in her hands. So she kind of felt them a little bit and stashed them in her purse, promising pictures later that night.
At 10pm or so, I started receiving messages from her while she was in the bath (a tactic she used to get some time away from her husband and daughter), teasing me with messages of how the gloves felt on her body. And then came the pictures - the first nude pictures I had ever been sent, gloves and titties from the bath. They were amazing and i jerked off to them all night.
As the days progressed, we got closer and closer. We started meeting in the parking lot on breaks to make out (first kiss ever for me) and talk. She would send me more pictures but wouldn't ever wear them for me in person. Eventually we got to the point where we are wanted to have sex, so we made a plan where she would lie to her husband and tell him we were going to go see a movie with some coworkers. I asked her if I should bring anything and she told me condoms... and latex Gloves. YAHTZEE!
So we met up at a grocery store parking lot late that night and she laid down the seats in her SUV. We laid in her car, drank a little bit of vodka and made out. She slowly tease me by unbuttoning her pants and guiding my hand down to her shaved pussy. And omg she was so wet. She pulled off my pants and started teasing my cock. She asked me if I had a condom and I pointed at the right front pocket of my jeans, the same pocket containing the gloves. She reached in, shuffled around a bit and pulled out... only the condom. I smiled and mentioned the other things in the pocket. She hesitated and said she thought it'd be better if she didn't wear the gloves this time. I was taken waaaaay aback but I didn't argue as I would never force her or anyone else to do anything they didn't want to. I put on the condom wrong, leaving an air bubble in it and stuck my cock in her. I pounded and pounded and pounded while she got more and more paranoid that her husband would show up. After several minutes of thrusting, not making any progress toward orgasm, her pussy started to kind of dry up... it was weird. And she said it started to hurt. So I stopped fucking her. I tried to salvage it by going down on her but she said she was uncomfortable with that. So neither one of us came... and we both went home.
She ended up leaving her husband, and we were in a relationship for 2 years. She cheated on me a lot and never accepted my glove fetish more than occasional indulgences. As in, in 2 years she only gave me 1 gloved handjob.
Moral of the story: There is no moral; I was just an idiot 18 year old. What a mistake that was.
I was 18 working my first job ever in retail. I became friends with some of my coworkers - a few people around my age and 1 or 2 who were in their mid 20s. One day I was assigned a department to stock with one of the ones who were a few years older. She was married with a daughter but was also kind of known to be a flirt. The conversation was going very forgettably until I started picking up on some of her flirty energy coming my way, and she mentioned something about how I must have so many girls all the time. I replied that I had 0 - that I was a virgin.
Something changed in her.
Her eyes lit up like she was an animal on the hunt and from there, she added me in social media and basically latched onto me. Through our discussions over the internet, I divulged my fetish in latex exam gloves and pointed to that as a source of anxiety, and possibly a reason of my trepidation in having relationships. So she asked me to give her some at work, so that she could send me some pictures. The next day I came to work and she couldn't keep her eyes off me, nor a smile off her face. At some point we ended up in the break room and she asked me if I had the gloves and I sneakily handed them to her - the first time I had ever told a girl about my fetish, and the first time I had ever seen a girl who knew about my fetish, with gloves in her hands. So she kind of felt them a little bit and stashed them in her purse, promising pictures later that night.
At 10pm or so, I started receiving messages from her while she was in the bath (a tactic she used to get some time away from her husband and daughter), teasing me with messages of how the gloves felt on her body. And then came the pictures - the first nude pictures I had ever been sent, gloves and titties from the bath. They were amazing and i jerked off to them all night.
As the days progressed, we got closer and closer. We started meeting in the parking lot on breaks to make out (first kiss ever for me) and talk. She would send me more pictures but wouldn't ever wear them for me in person. Eventually we got to the point where we are wanted to have sex, so we made a plan where she would lie to her husband and tell him we were going to go see a movie with some coworkers. I asked her if I should bring anything and she told me condoms... and latex Gloves. YAHTZEE!
So we met up at a grocery store parking lot late that night and she laid down the seats in her SUV. We laid in her car, drank a little bit of vodka and made out. She slowly tease me by unbuttoning her pants and guiding my hand down to her shaved pussy. And omg she was so wet. She pulled off my pants and started teasing my cock. She asked me if I had a condom and I pointed at the right front pocket of my jeans, the same pocket containing the gloves. She reached in, shuffled around a bit and pulled out... only the condom. I smiled and mentioned the other things in the pocket. She hesitated and said she thought it'd be better if she didn't wear the gloves this time. I was taken waaaaay aback but I didn't argue as I would never force her or anyone else to do anything they didn't want to. I put on the condom wrong, leaving an air bubble in it and stuck my cock in her. I pounded and pounded and pounded while she got more and more paranoid that her husband would show up. After several minutes of thrusting, not making any progress toward orgasm, her pussy started to kind of dry up... it was weird. And she said it started to hurt. So I stopped fucking her. I tried to salvage it by going down on her but she said she was uncomfortable with that. So neither one of us came... and we both went home.
She ended up leaving her husband, and we were in a relationship for 2 years. She cheated on me a lot and never accepted my glove fetish more than occasional indulgences. As in, in 2 years she only gave me 1 gloved handjob.
Moral of the story: There is no moral; I was just an idiot 18 year old. What a mistake that was.
Did this make it easier or harder to bring up your fetish in subsequent relationships?
A happy ending after all. 