The Bridge

As Earl increased the pressure and speed of his massage, I did likewise. It wasn't long before that exquisite feeling, which I had given myself over the years, rolled over me. I was breathing hard and moving my entire body. That only caused me to stroke Earl's penis faster and more vigorously. I could feel it getting even bigger as I did. Then he convulsed and that spurt of white liquid, shot three or four feet into the air and fell back on his trousers, and my skirt. But, I didn't care. I was too wrapped up in the wonderful feeling wracking my entire body, and the pleasure I knew I was bringing this wonderful man - the man I now knew I loved.

As we relaxed and thanked each other, he softly said to me, "When we do, we'll do it 'right', removing all of our clothes; and on a nice soft bed. It won't be in the back seat of a car, like a couple of high school kids," he promised. And I'll try to be as gentle as I can. In the meantime, I'll attempt to be patient. But," he added. "I'm having a hell of a time holding back much longer."

I realized this was the first cuss word I'd heard escape Earl's lips.

Just the thought of being naked with this man on a nice soft bed and having his wonderful organ in me, excited me almost beyond expression. And, Earl seemed to sense my state of mind.

Then apparently breaking the tension, he asked: "Would you like to try the spa?"

"I somehow didn't think to bring a bathing suit on a date to a seafood restaurant," I laughed.

"After what we just did, do you really think bathing suits are necessary?"

Despite my apprehensions, the idea intrigued me. The anticipation of sitting sans clothing with this man in his spa, excited me even more than I was already. And, contemplating what might occur afterward drove me almost out of my mind. But, balancing that was the knowledge that, if I gave in, I would be crossing a bridge I could never recross. That thought made me pause. And, yes, I was scared.

When I didn't respond immediately, he continued. "You'll find a heavy robe hanging just inside my closet. While you're getting ready, I'll get the cover off the spa. Once you're in, I'll take a quick shower and join you."

Putting my misgivings aside, I agreed and went into the bathroom, showered, put on the robe and went out to the spa. I was glad for the robe. Not only did it hide my body for just a little while longer, but also protected me from the rather chilly evening. Removing the robe and hanging it on a hook next to the spa, I got in quickly - immersing myself in the wonderful one-hundred-degree water. I had been luxuriating in the soothing warmth for about five minutes when Earl appeared wearing nothing but a towel wrapped strategically around him. Even in the dim light, I could discern the outlines of his masculine frame as he hung the towel on another hook and swung his naked body into the spa. Ilooked away, in an attempt to not see him, or maybe pretend I wasn't looking at him. I wasn't sure which. Then, he too was under the water, with only his head and shoulders out.

He punched some buttons on the control panel, and water began swirling about us, producing fine bubbles which helped obscure our nakedness. We'd sat there for a while, enjoying the rushing water, when suddenly, I felt Earl's hand on my arm. Then, his mouth was on mine and we were sharing a deep kiss - our tongues teasing each other. I felt his hand move from my arm over to my breasts; and as he slid his body closer, his erection brushed my thigh. As he stroked my nipples, his other hand found the place between my legs. I know the wetness there wasn't from just the water in the spa.

Earl seemed to know exactly where to put his hand and how to work his fingers to drive me absolutely wild! Observing his excited state, I reached over and grasped his erection. Holding it in my hand heightened my excitement, and his. He stroked me for several minutes until I could barely stand it another second. Electric currents were pulsating through my entire body, and I felt as if something was about to explode within me.

Finally, he gasped, "Jane, I can't take this any longer. Let's go inside and do it!"

By then, my only possible response was a weak, "okay."

We got out of the spa and dried ourselves, Earl with his towel and I by sliding into the heavy terry cloth robe. As we entered the darkened room, he held me close, his stiff appendage nearly finding my ready opening as we stood there embracing. But, he didn't try to enter me. Instead, he maneuvered me toward the bed, turned on a small lamp that sat on a bedside table, then took the robe from my shoulders and tossed it on a nearby chair.

I winced, partly from the sudden illumination and partly from embarrassment of my nudity and his.

"I want to be able to see you," Earl whispered. "It's important to me that I see you as we make love for the first time."

Even in my embarrassment, I couldn't help but gaze on his beautiful masculine body, drinking in the sight of his square shoulders, broad chest and flat stomach. Best of all, his cock. Penis is too wimpy a word to describe what Earl was displaying. "Cock," a beautiful, plenty-big-enough-for-me, "cock" was the right word for it. No, it didn't match Tom's nine and a quarter incher, but Tom was wrong. His hadnot spoiled me for others. This was the cock I wanted to take my virginity!

For a moment, we just stood there admiring each other's bodies. Then Earl gently laid me on the bed and placed his large frame over my trembling form - his tool poised between my thighs. I could feel it throbbing as it slid against the inside of my calf. Gently spreading my legs with one hand, he grasped that beautiful cock with the other, and used it to massage my crack much as his fingers had done. But it felt ever so much better, as if it belonged there. The slick moisture seeping from the little slit at the end, along with that pouring from me, combined to produce a delectable smooth oily sensation, the likes of which I had never known. With the guidance of Earl's hand, his cock's oozing tip found my clitoris. I was close to exploding. But, as wonderful as that feeling was, I longed for him to plunge that cock into me. I didn't care if there would be pain. I wanted it deep within me. Sensing my desire, Earl carefully slid that wonderful cock into my wet and waiting opening. It went in easily at first, but soon encountered my hymen. We both knew that had to go.

Pausing for a moment, he uttered only, "I must!" as he plunged forcefully into me. Despite the pain, I responded with a matching thrust of my own - our mutual intense desire bringing forth the forceful simultaneous thrusts which combined to forever rip away the barrier which had guarded the entrance to my love channel for the first twenty-five years of my life.

I was a virgin no longer!

I had crossed that bridge and could never go back.

I put the pain out of my mind, feeling both the relief and, at the same time, the nostalgia that must come to every girl the instant she becomes a full woman. And, most assuredly, I was a "full woman!" Earl's cock stretched me almost beyond endurance, and I couldn't help but be grateful that I hadn't given in to Tom Stanton's frequent demands. Earl was right for me is so many ways, the size of his cock being only one of them. I knew this was the man I had been saving my innocence for, all these years.

Still in as far as he could go; he paused for a moment, and softly asked, "Are you all right?"

Ignoring my pain, I answered, "Yes." I was determined that, my discomfort would not spoil what was happening.

At that, Earl began thrusting, slowly and gently at first, them more fiercely. I don't know for how long he kept it up. I lost track of time. But presently, I saw the pupils of his eyes dilate and felt his body tense. I could feel his cock growing larger within me and throbbing with his every heart beat. As he gasped, and let out a low moan, I felt a spurt inside me - then another - then more. It was scary but, also so wonderful to realize I was giving, this man, I now knew I loved passionately, such pleasure. Whether it was the pain, my fright, or merely the knowledge that I had taken this irrevocable step; I didn't achieve the height of feeling that my hand had produced so many nights when I lay on my bed, trying to get to sleep, or Earl's had a few minutes before. But, nevertheless, my first fuck was a wonderful, if frightening, experience. We had done it, and somehow I knew it wouldn't be the last time we would do it.

After Earl relaxed and withdrew, his now limp penis, which was still beautiful, I went into the bathroom and soaked up the blood with a tissue, and washed. There really wasn't that much, and the pain was already subsiding. I returned to the bedroom and lay next to the man I loved, pulling up the covers to protect us from the slight chill as he fought sleep.

"Thank you," he whispered. "You were wonderful. Next time, I'll see that you get as much out of it as I do," he promised - his voice trailing off as sleep began to overtake him. I turned out the little light and lay awake for a while, thinking about what had just taken place and wondering where it would lead. But soon, I too dropped into a deep sleep.

I didn't awake until the sun, coming in the sliding door that led to the spa area, bathed the room in light.

Earl was not next to me! I got up, put on the robe and went looking for him. I found "my Earl" in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and coffee were all ready for both of us to assuage the hunger the events of the previous evening had produced.

"Good morning," he said cheerfully, kissing me. "Did you sleep well? I certainly did," he added with a grin.

"Yes, surprisingly enough," I responded.

"Why surprisingly?" he inquired.

"Because, it's a double first for me. It's the first time I... And, it'ssurly first time I spent the night sleeping next to a man, especially a naked man."

"If I have anything to say about it," he said softly but firmly, "it won't be the last time for either. Jane darling, tell me, right now, you'll marry me."

I was overwhelmed at the suddenness of Earl's proposal, and for a moment couldn't form words to respond. But finally, I regained my composure enough to gasp, "Yes I will, my darling." At that, he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately, and I responded in kind to my fiancé.

We enjoyed several wonderful breakfasts that Sunday morning, the first consisting of the food Earl had prepared in his kitchen, and the others, back his bed where his tongue and cock took me to the heights I had previously only experienced with my own hand and his - not once, but several times that wonderful morning. It was ever so much better than it had ever been before, better than I had ever dared imagine it could be.

That was thirty years ago. Earl and I are still happily married and we have three wonderful children and four beautiful grandchildren to show for it.

Best of all, we still love each other and we still love to fuck!