Reply: Loosing my virginity

I am not an author, and my true story is erotic to me. I still get goose bumps remembering that night. I was traveling alone on my first overseas trip to meet up with my parents in Milan. It was winter break from college. I attended a small college where kids mostly studied humanities and languages. I was studying literature. I liked to read. 

When we got to Frankfurt the weather was terrible. We had to deboard down stairs and walk across the tarmac to the terminal. Our bags took a very long time. Over an hour in the terminal waiting. During that time this man beside me talked to me. He was also going to Milan. My first instinct, I think they breed it into you when you are a young girl, was not to engage. But he continued and after a while he wasn't so scary anymore. He was on business. He was well read and we talked literature. When our bags finally arrived, and we went through customs (he told me to walk through the line that said nothing to declare), the airport terminal outside was a mad house. He took me upstairs, and the terminal there was worse. He checked the board and our flight to Milan was cancelled because of weather. He looked at me, took my bag and his and told me to follow and not separate from him. I was in his hands, but at the time I was confused and unaware of what was going on, or where he was taking me.

We got outside in the weather, there were no cabs anywhere close. We went back inside. He used a phone booth where passengers can connect to hotels. He got through to this one hotel and reserved a room with his credit card. They told him that the shuttle was working, we had to take it back downstairs where we exited customs, cabs were there too. Well, he said we had learned something. Come along girl, don't fall behind.

The shuttle got us to the small airport hotel. It was a madhouse, the credit card had done the trick. We had a room.  A small one bed bedroom the size of a closet. Efficient. I looked at the bed. He looked and said he was going to use the bathroom and over his shoulder he said I would keep him warm at night. He did not close the door, he stood there peeing, knowing full well that I was watching. He turned to me, put his penis away and zipped up.  Your turn, he told me. He watched me pee, he offered to press the paper to wipe me, I let him touch me there. Now you be a good girl, you will be alright. 

He didn't even wait until we were supposed to get in bed to sleep. He undressed me, well he made me undress for him, to lay back on the bed as he looked down at me and undressed himself. He told me to lay back and enjoy. It was going to be a night I would never forget. The night I became a woman. His 'mounting' was over me, crawling over me, to get on top of me, he let himself down and started to look for my vagina with his penis. A feeling I know well now, but that night it was all new. He told me to take my hand and hold his penis and put it in my vagina. To help him. I didn't want to, but I did. 

I lost my virginity. That's the polite thing to say. I lost my virginity. I didn't lose anything, he took it. Took my virginity because that night my virginity was his to take.  He took it, and I had a man on top of me, grinding, stuffing me, shoving all over me, grabbing my breast with one hand, the next holding my head with his hand while he shoved his tongue down my throat. Then, he just held me in a vice and went into spasms.  He pushed himself down a little and laid his head on my chest, cupping my breast with his hand. He didn't fall asleep, he breathed hard at first before his breathing returned to normal.

He started kissing my breasts, sucking on my nipples, his hips moving over me, he pulled up a little and kissed my face and mouth. He worked his hips against me, I could feel his hard penis against me, this time he didn't shove it against me, this time he slid down and put his mouth on my vagina. When he had his fill and my legs were trembling, he got up over me and this time he didn't need help to find my vagina with his penis. This time his penis knew exactly where my vagina was, and it went home and he made love to me, hard love, but made love to me, a lot of kissing, a lot of groping my breasts, a lot of pulling out and pushing himself down again to use his mouth, until on the next penetration he gripped me in a vice, I knew now what was happening and I felt him tremble between my legs as he emptied himself in me.  Only then did we got to sleep.

He got me to Milan, that isn't the erotic part at all, just that he escorted me until I was with my parents and I will never forget my mother's look. She knew, she had to know. One woman to another woman. I wasn't a girl anymore. I was a woman. His woman. He had made me his woman.  I was his woman then, I'm his woman now. And sometimes I talk to him about what it was for me to loose my virginity in the storm.