Night with an Italian

I lost my virginity very late, at 20 years old. I had a dream: to find a normal, experienced man and spend the night with him. I came to Italy in the summer. At the airport, an Italian man met me and a group of children. I didn't know anything about him then, only that a wedding ring was glinting on his finger. Even then, I felt jealous of his wife. I thought: "How lucky she is." After some time, we started communicating, spending a lot of time together. I knew he liked me, that he was crazy about me.

One day he decided to invite me for a walk. I didn't doubt for a minute—it was him. He invited me into his car. That's where it all happened.

At first

he said he wanted to get to know me better, stroking and kissing my hands. Unexpectedly, he stopped the car near a dead end and said: "Don't worry, I want to kiss you. If you don't want to have sex with me, then nothing will happen." I refused him at first, but then thought to myself: why not. At first, he began to caress me: he sucked my breasts, saying I was beautiful, then started gently licking my pussy, bringing me to orgasm. All this time, his cock was hard. I first caressed his penis with my mouth, then with my hands. Finally, he came on my stomach. It was wonderful! When it came to the actual sex, I got nervous. When he tried to enter me, it hurt a lot. I cried out a couple of times. He whispered gently: bear with it, darling, the first time is always like this. But the pain was unbearable for me. We decided to postpone sex for another evening. The next evening, it all happened. At first, he started breaking my virginity with his finger, then entered with all his force. To my great joy, there was no more pain. I didn't expect such wonderful sex. To this day, I remember that incident. Exciting sex with a foreigner, warm Italian nights…