Still something I think back to a lot. Still one of the favourite men in my life. I was 19, finishing up my last year of school. Relatively recently single, and excited about and looking forward to "russetida", a norwegian end of high school celebration period (which I think I might write about in the future).

Anyways, on to, well let us call him Mr. O, for the purposes of this anonymous story! Mr. O was a friend of one of my best friends father, and through him also knew my dad a bit. He had his own small company, that mostly focused on bedroom and kitchen installations. Sort of a carpentry/construction firm. Tall, handsome as all hell, very strong and masculine, had a lot of hair still, always so well groomed, and smelled so good, and he very much a dreamlike figure in my life by that point! And divorced and available... Let's just say I had thought about him before!

Anyways, on to the meat of the story so to say haha This happened by chance in a way. I was going with some friends of mine from my "russe"-group, to a bar not far from where we lived that served 18 year olds (drinking age here is 18 for beer and wine, 20 for hard liquor). They had this, patio I think you would call it in english, where you could just buy beer at a seperated bar inside, and that also served as the outside drinkikg area, where only beer and wine was allowed. We sat there, all night minding our own business, but, I knew from the second we got there he was there as well. I heard that loud, extroverted, deep laugh, and saw him. Not gonna lie, I looked at him a lot, sneaking a lot of looks over at him, trying to see who he was with, what he was doing and so on.

Around 23:00 or so I think, I just, walked up to him at the bar. Stood next to him and said "hi". He smiled, and put his hand around my shoulder, and said hi back, and immediately started talking. About how much life me and my friends brought to the scene, how happy he was to see me out and having fun! I couldn't help but ask who he was with, and probably pretty unsmoothly tried to figure out if there was a woman there for him haha Not that I thought anything would happen, but, you know. As always he took charge of the talking, asking me all about school, guys, my friends, and pretty obviously showed off some economic muscle, and bought us all a few rounds. Some time was spent like that, apart, him at his table, me at mine, until we met by the bar again, and he invited me to dance! Not exactly my kind of dancing, but obviously his! Sort of old time swing, and he just threw me around, and I tried to keep up! A lot of laughing, a lot of touching, and it was honestly a bit dizzeing and disorienting, and a major work out to be fair haha!

By the time he let me rest, I had sort of lost track of my friends, and sat down with him at a table with some of his friends. From there on out, we sat and talked. About his work, about what I planned on doing after school. And, about guys. If I was seeing anyone, if I made sure to have my fun. And, I honestly, think I made the first move, not really being aware of it! I mean I felt the taboo in a way. I rested my hand on his thigh, and I think, just from there, he picked up on it, and things moved fast. He pulled me in, and started complimenting me for how much fun I was, how exciting I was, how sexy I was. And, I let it out that I always thought he was the best looking man I knew. He got, almost aggressive sexually, whispering to me about how guys my age still had a lot to learn. And made a joke about, well sort of jokingly asked, if the guys I got with my age where impressive down there. I stroked him along his thigh and further up and felt it. It was, ridiculously girthy. Hard, warm, stuffed in to way small a place...

Some friends of mine eventually after a bit started telling me we were going, and, I spent some final time with them, talking, leaving him to his table. But, I didn't want to go. As everybody was getting up, I got a text, from him. Saying he was getting a taxi, and that there was a place for me in it, and that it was leaving now. I just, said bye to my friends, walked out to the street, and got wrapped in his arm, and jumped in a cab, and about 15 minutes later, stood on his doorstep, walking in.

It was... magic. I looked around, and just, took it all in. And just, excused myself to the bathroom as soon as I was invited to the couch to relax and talk with a glass of wine and a pitcher of water. Just had to make sure everything was perfect, ready.

Nervously getting back.. sitting down, feeling his hands run along my hair, feeling so sought after, like I was special. Scared, no idea why, not like I hadn't hooked up before haha But nervous. He leaned in for a kiss, and I genuinely melted. We sat like that kissing for a while, feeling him over his pants, feeling him rubbing my inner thigh.. Unzipping my dress with one hand.. Just, finding myself, standing up for him in my underwear. Standing kissing him, a good 30cm taller than me, I felt so small and perfect. He took my hand and invited me to the bedroom.

I just had to quickly get my phone out of my purse, to text my dad I was sleeping at a friends house. He laughed and told me that was a lie. I had a giggle to.

I was, so warm, so excited. And he took so good care of me, just, lay me down and slowly went down, massaging my mound, my cap, slowly spreading it a bit, and slowly getting me all the way there. It was heaven he was so good at performing oral, I barely had to talk at all.

I felt rude I hadn't taken his pants off. Sitting there on the bed on my knees, unbuckling it.. I was in awe. Bigger than I thought, must have been 18-19cm, upwards of 20cm, and very very thick.

He knew what he wanted. Told me how to lick it, kiss it, suck it, and was, that, relaxed type of dominant. Easy going, but firm. Dirty talked, but still made me feel special for being his 19 year old little slut.

Looking at me in the eyes, stroking my hair, just being quiet for a moment, he got in his night stand, and took out a condom. I thread it on slow, and lay down, on my back, invited him in. I wasn't used to guys that big yet, but, he knew. Lubed it up a bit, a few times. Went so slow, kissed me, rubbed me, comforted me... going slow for what felt like an eternity before I without even noticing it slowly found myself screaming his name with my feet in the air over his back as he rammed himself in to me again and again, before he threw me over on my side, got his arms around me, and fucked me until I came so hard I thought I had died and gone to heaven!

The rest of the night was filled with water breaks, laughter, and a lot of bouncing up and down on him, and once being hammered in his kitchen over his dinner table.

I fell asleep when the sun was up, and got my breakfast protein shake in the shower around noon...

And a got sent home to my parents in a cab around 14:00, and passed out in my room the second I got there. And did it all again the next friday 🥰