Cara's First Time

I led him into my living room and asked him if he would like a drink. He told me I looked beautiful and I felt myself wilt as the words he spoke caught me off-guard and made me weak at the knees. No man had ever told me to my face that I was beautiful and it made my heart beat faster and blush. No doubt about it, he was a charmer! I made him a cup of tea and we sat on the sofa together chatting like old friends. As the night went on I could sense that he was nervous. He told me that even though he was 20 that he had never had an experience with a girl.

I felt sorry for him and asked why. He said that he was only interested in transvestites and that he really didn't have much care for girls. I knew at that point that he was the shy type and that my maturity of 31 years would have to help him to overcome his shyness.

As we chatted I flirted with him, gradually reeling him in. I asked him for his opinion on different shoes I had recently bought as I modelled them for him. We laughed and joked about my height without high heels and I asked him to stand up beside me to compare height. As I stood there he towered over me. I felt so small and demure.

Here I was, dressed as a woman with this real man. There was only one man in my apartment at that moment and it was not me. I was the girl in the situation, without any doubt, and this night was only going to go one way and there was nothing I could do to change the inevitable. I felt something deep inside me change and accept my fate.

I commented on how big he was and put my little hands up against his big hands. He smiled silently, and I knew I was turning him on. I got a little closer to him with our bodies touching. It was then I got a real shock when I could feel his large hard cock erect in his trousers as I flirtingly pressed my body against him. I felt myself helplessly attracted to this fine specimen of a man. Suddenly, he had become the one with the power and I was the pretty little thing with no choice but to surrender myself to him.