My First Time Squirting

I had been single for a long time. I had a boyfriend who I was with from 18 until 22 and tbh I thought he was the one I would marry. We were the same age, intelligence, came from similar backgrounds, went to school together but while having a longish (90 miles apart) distance relationship while at our respective unis - I found out he was cheating on me with another girl from his class.

I have never been the most confident with men and apart from a one night stand when I was 24 I now found myself at 32 having not had any relationships or sex for 8 years.

I hd interest and my friends were all desperate to set me up but tbh I found it hard to trust a man again after being let down like that.

I had become a bit of an independent woman and despite trying to be the best feminist I could, deep down I’m actually quite the submissive.

There was this guy at work - he was called George. We had to work quite closely a lot, I think deep down I sort of thought he was attractive. He was genuinely very handsome, he was funny and friendly enough. He was at Supervisor level while I was at Manager level so although I wasn’t his direct Line Manager, I was more senior than him.

I think I kind of thought I was above him as I had a better job than him, I naturally presumed I had better grades than him at school and I knew he didn’t come from much money whereas my parents did. So as snobby as it sounds I felt I was a little out of his league and so I had written him off as a potential partner.

One day there was a scenario though where something out of the blue happened. There use to be a life drawing class that two of the girls at work went to, I got invited but I was never that bothered. They use to ask male colleagues to volunteer as models and they would always oblige.

One day there was a scenario though where something out of the blue happened. I use to volunteer two nights a week at my local community centre as my parents were involved there. There use to be a life drawing class that two of the girls at work went to which was hosted at the community centre. They use to ask male colleagues to volunteer as models and they would always oblige. So I while I was working behind the serving hatch I often use to see what was going on.

One day after I had just arrived at the Community Centre George arrived as he was dropping off some old beer glasses and mugs as a donation which had been arranged via one of the female colleagues who attends the life drawing class. He started to get into conversation with Maggie and Alex who ran the class. Maggie is in her early 50s and Alex who is gay in his early 40s. George was asking them a couple of questions about the class and was obviously very curious.

With that Maggie put him on the spot “you seem to be very interested George, we only have a female model tonight fancy volunteering as our male model!? Certainly would be a bucket list to tick off!” She said smiling. George was put on the spot. I never thought he would even consiser it! George was considering it though “erm, well it would be a really good test of my self confidence!” He laughed. Was this just a diversion or was he serious!? The female colleagues we knew from work had overheard this in the background and started cheering “go on George! George! George!” He smiled back “go on then! I can’t really believe I’m about to do this!”

This stopped me in my tracks. I was slightly gobsmacked I mean the male colleagues who usually volunteered were the lairy blokes probably despearate for an opportunity to peacock. George was more reserved, quite elegant in a way. I started to feel very excited and I felt my heart suddenly start to rush. I couldn’t help but start to wonder how big would he be? Would be curcumcised? I was actually now really hoping this was gonna happen.

That night there were 10 of taking part and about a 50/50 split between men and women. Maggie handed him a robe and he went behind a curtain to undress. George entered the room in his robe and sure enough he whipped it off.

I was just in shock firstly I couldn’t believe this was actually happening and I was looking at George’s penis, secondly that he didn’t seem that phased by it - showing off his most private parts with girls around, his confidence here made him very attractive but the icing on the cake was that it was pretty big!

He was circumcised and so I could see his big pink helmet which was a like a massive lollipop. The pee-pee and balls were very dangly and I now started to imagine what it may look like if he had a hard on. I started to feel my toes wriggling and the blood rushing to my nipples. He also had a decent body, especially his thies which were like rugby thies.

I found it really difficult to focus in the kitchen where I was meant to serving drinks and tidying everything up. I kept looking up to have another glimpse at his thing trying to make it subtle that he or anyone else for that matter would notice.

That night when I got home I couldn’t stop thinking about him and the whole situation. I kept replaying it in my mind.
As I did I started to feel myself getting wet, I couldn’t help have a gentle touch of myself. This wasn’t like me, I had never masturbated before or really had the urge to. I now started imagining him fucking me.

I needed something to rub against my pussy and I had a cylinder shape cushion so I took my knickers off and decided to sit on. I started to rub myself against it faster and faster imagining I was sucking his dick. The idea of his helmet against my lips and teeth. I then imagined he was inside me and he was holding me and pressing his body against mine..

I eventually squirted all over the cushion and I laid on my back breathless. I was feeling very confused but this wouldn’t be the end of it…to be continued.

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