I’m something of a recluse, so I was thrilled to find a secluded spot down by the coast. It was the perfect escape from the wearying presence of too many people. The spot was perched atop a high bluff, with a sheer drop below that seemed to deter anyone lacking the gumption for a tough climb. The view was unremarkable from up there, but that was precisely its charm—it was my own private hideaway.
One afternoon after lunch, I made the familiar hike up to my little perch. My plan was simple: lie back, bask in the sun, maybe read a book, and watch the distant yachts glide across the water. As I emerged from the brush that screened the entrance, I was greeted by an unexpected sight. It was a mild surprise for me, but nothing compared to the shock registered on the face of the young woman standing there completely nude.
It was a case of unfortunate timing. She hadn’t intended to be naked, of course. A bikini was neatly arranged on the grass nearby, and she had clearly been in the process of changing. Perhaps she should have prioritized speed over tidiness, but it was too late now.
I had stepped into the clearing just as she was shedding a small, lacey garment—her panties, I presumed. Her eyes went wide as saucers, and she let out a noise that was best described as a strangled squawk. The panties fell from her grasp as she tried to cover herself with her hands and one strategically raised leg.
The proper gentlemanly response would have been to apologize and withdraw, allowing her some privacy to finish dressing. Given the chance, I might have done just that, but the opportunity was never presented.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” she hissed, her voice sharp with defiance. “I’ll fight you.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You heard me. I’ll fight. I know martial arts.”
I had never encountered a martial arts style that involved standing on one leg, with the other hooked across your front, one hand covering your groin, and the other arm wrapped around your chest. I couldn’t help but notice that her arm wasn’t doing a great job of concealing her very generous endowments.
“That’s… nice,” I told her. “I’m more into floral arrangements, myself.”
“What?”
“Floral arts. Flower arranging. I specialize in orchids. I grow them in my own hothouse, actually. I’m quite good at it.”
“What are you talking about?” she demanded.
“Aren’t we exchanging information about our hobbies?” I asked.
“No. I was warning you I’m prepared to fight.”
“Well, I’m not particularly interested in fighting you, though I suppose it could be interesting, especially with your unique stance. But why do you feel you have to fight me?”
“It’s not a choice. I have to. I’m not just going to stand here and let you rape me.”
“You’re not standing, that’s for sure. Too much effort. Lying down, on the other hand…” I let my voice trail off suggestively.
She glared at me, and I continued.
“Who said anything about rape? I don’t recall saying anything remotely suggestive. My last comment doesn’t count,” I added quickly. “You started it.”
“Of course you want to rape me. I’m naked.”
“Ah, yes, you are. I noticed that immediately. Gloriously, beautifully, naked. Your nakedness shone like a sunbeam through a cloudy sky, illuminating the earth around us. I distinctly remember humming a paean of praise to Petra, the goddess of perfection, when I first saw you. Such beauty is a rare thing in this world.”
We stood in silence for a moment, and she looked utterly baffled.
“What does the fact that you look absolutely stunning have to do with you assuming I’m going to assault you? And if I were, why would you resist? Wouldn’t it be smarter to relax and enjoy it? Not that I have any intention of raping you, mind you. Not on a first meeting. Besides, are you comfortable standing like that? What do you call that martial arts pose, anyway? The deranged stork?”
She sighed and finally lowered her leg, standing properly while still trying to hide herself with her hands.
“But… you’re a man. And you’ve found me alone like this. Of course you’re going to try something, and I won’t allow it.”
“I don’t know who told you that all men will automatically jump any stray naked woman they come across, but I never got that memo. I’m certainly not going to do it. Good heavens, girl. Imagine if you were a fifty-year-old, overweight woman. Raping you in that scenario would scar me for life. How old are you, and what’s your name?”
“Melissa. And I’m eighteen.”
“Well, Melissa, eighteen. You are definitely in what could be considered the… desirable category. Which brings me back to my other question: why would you resist? Why not just relax and enjoy?”
“Enjoy? It’s rape. It would hurt.”
“Only if the rapist is incompetent. Rape is just unexpected sex. Once you’re used to the idea of having sex, you make allowances, and everything turns out fine.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I’m serious. Some people are just sick bastards who get off on hurting others. I think that attitude is grotesque. How can you enjoy yourself if your partner isn’t enjoying themselves? It’s all about positive feedback.”
“That’s just something you say. My mother told me sex is painful.”
“Trying to protect you until you’re old enough to decide for yourself,” I said, nodding understandingly. “That’s perfectly understandable.”
“I am old enough, and I agree with her,” she shot back.
“Oh yeah? Much experience?”
A frosty look was her only reply.
“Still a virgin,” I said with a knowing smile.
The look got even colder.
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s conduct a little experiment and see what you decide. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my clothes on.”
Stepping closer, I gently pushed aside the arm she had across her chest and placed my hand on one of her firm, full breasts. I began to caress it.
“Get your hand off me!” she half-shouted, seemingly aghast.
“In a moment,” I said soothingly. “Has a man ever done this to you before?”
“Certainly not!” she gasped.
“Then just take a moment and consider it. Yes, it’s new. No, you didn’t ask for it. But, and this is a big ‘but,’ what does it feel like?”
“It feels like you have your hand on my breast,” she snapped.
“That’s because I do,” I replied. “I meant, does it feel nasty or nice? Just consider it before you answer.”
“Different,” she finally muttered. I didn’t press her for more. I simply moved my hand to her other breast and continued to rub.
“And now that you’re getting used to it…”
“Still just different,” she insisted.
“I hate to break it to you, but your nipples seem to disagree with that assessment. They’re saying they like the attention.” To prove my point, I lightly tweaked one erect nipple, watching her face as I did. Bending over, I took her other nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. She gasped and pushed me away, so I reluctantly raised my head.
“So we’ve established that having your breasts stroked doesn’t hurt and might even feel nice,” I concluded.
“No, we haven’t,” she chimed in, but I ignored her.
“Does it hurt at all when I do this?” I asked, cupping both of her breasts and running my hands down her sides, sliding them around to her bottom.
“You shouldn’t be touching me at all,” she pointed out, avoiding the question.
“What’s an occasional touch between friends?” I asked, letting my hands slide forward to her front.
“Excuse me,” I murmured, gently moving her protective hand away from her mons and replacing it with my own. Now I was rubbing her in a very interesting place, and her eyes were wide with shock.
“Now you can’t say this is just ‘different,’” I pointed out, given the way she was reacting to my touch.
“It’s awful!” she gasped. “Stop that.”
“Don’t be silly. Why are you so nervous about a little friendly petting? Would it help if you had something to pet as well?”
“What? No.”
“Let’s find out,” I suggested, releasing her for a moment to drop my shorts. I then took her hand and pressed it against me. “Why don’t you just take a moment to feel what a man feels like?”
“Oh my god,” she gasped, even as her hand closed around me. “You are going to rape me, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely not,” I protested. “That’s the last thing I’d do. I’m just getting you used to a little touching, showing you that it doesn’t hurt and is actually quite pleasant. Besides, as long as you’re holding me, I can’t do much of anything.”
I continued to pet her, stroking her breasts and her pussy with equal parts of impartiality and care, feeling her body start to respond. She, on the other hand, got a very good feel of my erection, all while feebly protesting the whole time.
It took a while, but I managed to convince her to move to a more horizontal position. I eased her down until she was lying there, and I began to taste her breasts again.
“I think,” I told her, “it’s time you found out what really tasting you is all about.”
“No, thank you,” was her quick reply. “You are free to leave at any moment.”
In response, I kissed her nipple and then let my lips trail down toward her mons. As my mouth passed over her pubic mound and then fastened on her clitoris, she finally let go of me, preferring to grab a hold of my hair instead. She was clutching it more than pulling, but I understood her feelings from the sweet words she was uttering.
“What are you doing?!” came a strangled scream. “You can’t do that! Oh god, stop doing that!”
“Relax,” I said. “It’s not hurting you. It’s just a new sensation. Exactly the same as my fingers stroking you, but this is my tongue.”
I lowered my head and my tongue got busy again, dipping and tasting. I must have been a little careless, because I nearly lost a double fistful of hair. My tongue must have been brushing too close to her clitoris, because she certainly reacted. She might not have climaxed, but it was a near thing.
Deciding enough was enough, I lifted my head.
“And you thought I was going to rape you and hurt you,” I said reproachfully as she looked at me with wide eyes. “For shame. Just a little harmless touching, and there’s no need to panic.”
I eased her legs further apart, moving between them and leaning over her. My erection was now pressing lightly against her stomach. I dragged it back and forth a few times, letting her feel it against her sensitive lips, getting her accustomed to its presence.
What happened next was entirely accidental, I assure you. I was just dragging my cock down her slit, letting her get the feel of it rubbing against her sensitive lips. She was twisting and squirming a little under the sensations. I guess I just pulled my cock a little too far back, losing contact.
When I hastily moved forward again, wanting that pleasurable feeling back, she was in just the wrong position. My cock butted against her lips and, finding them receptive, slipped right past them into her secret chamber.
When she felt me sliding inside her, she let out a startled squeal and must have panicked, because she pushed against my intrusion and popped her cherry as neat as you please.
She let out a small scream of pain as I started pushing deeper. She also tried to tell me what she thought of me but was a little incoherent, seeming to think I was deliberately raping her or something.
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault,” I quickly pointed out. “You pressed up against me at the wrong moment. I couldn’t help it. And it didn’t hurt. Not really. You just thought it did because it was so unexpected. It was just another new feeling. Stop and consider: does this hurt, or does it just feel strange?”
This, of course, was my cock pressing deeper into her. Now that the initial pain of losing her virginity was over, it should just feel strange and a little exciting, not that she was going to admit to the exciting part.
“It doesn’t matter what it feels like! Take it out!”
“Geez. Rush, rush, rush. There’s no hurry. Now that we’ve come this far, we might as well continue,” I pointed out, giving one last little push and finding myself firmly in place, my hips pressed against hers.
“No! You said you weren’t going to rape me, and now look what you’re doing!”
“Yes, but this wasn’t my fault. Not really. It was a complete accident on my part, and you didn’t help by pushing yourself onto me like that.”
“I did not push myself onto you! You pushed that thing into me! Now take it out!”
“Excuse me, but you did. Still, there’s no need to argue. I’m sure you know I can’t just pull out or you’ll find it most uncomfortable. May I suggest you just move with me for a few moments? That way, it’ll be over quite fast with no problems.”
“Why will I find it uncomfortable? Oh, never mind. You’ll probably lie about that, too. I’ll move with you, but you’d better finish this fast.”
I pulled back slowly and then thrust forward again, urging her to meet my movements. After a couple of false starts, we started moving together smoothly. I fully intended to finish fast, but I also intended to postpone that finish for as long as possible. I plunged into her, taking my time and going deep with each push, finding her pushing up to meet me easily. She was breathing harder now, and I could feel her getting into the rhythm.
My hands went back to her breasts, caressing them, keeping her nipples engaged. She was now moving restlessly beneath me, wanting something more. Fortunately, I had a suggestion or two. I began to move a little faster, listening to her start to make eager little noises, quite sure she didn’t realize she was doing so.
My hands left her breasts, moving down to her legs.
“Lift your legs,” I advised. “Wrap them around me, and things will be easier.”
With her legs up and wrapped around my waist, I can’t say for sure that things were easier for her, but I’m prepared to swear I was going deeper, to her great delight. My hands were back to mauling her breasts, and her arms were wrapped around me, clinging to me as I thrust in hard, jolting her with every effort.
I was now moving in a nice, steady rhythm, and her commands to hurry up and finish had long since faded, replaced by little things like, “Oh, oh, oh,” and “Yes, yes, yes.” I was able to maintain this pace for a while, slowly building her excitement and heightening her arousal. It wasn’t long before I had her on the verge of climax, just needing that last little push, which I managed to withhold.
With Melissa in the proper state of mind and body, I took steps to bring myself to the same pitch. I slowly increased my speed, sensing the tension within her tightening until she was ready to scream for relief. Then I kept my promise of finishing fast, redoubling my speed and pushing her over the edge, sending her into a frantic climax while I did the same, filling her with my seed.
Melissa seemed at a loss for words and just lay there, breathing heavily. I was much the same, to be honest. Finally, her mind cleared enough to speak.
“You said,” she gasped, “that you wouldn’t rape me, and you did.”
“Oh, no, I must be acquitted,” I protested. “I didn’t deliberately enter you. It was a complete accident, and you made it worse by throwing yourself against me. It’s totally not my fault.”
From the murderous look she gave me, she didn’t seem entirely convinced.
“I don’t know what you’re upset about,” I told her. “All I was doing was letting you get acquainted with your body, petting it a little. OK, so maybe we went a little further than we intended, but no harm done. At least now you’ll know what to do when you want a man to seduce you, and you won’t be scared of what happens.”
“I wasn’t scared in the first place,” she pointed out acidly. “I was just trying to be careful.”
Ha! She was terrified of sex, and we both knew it. I politely refrained from saying so. Instead, I reached out and began to trail a finger around her breast, circling her nipple, which was already firming in anticipation of my touch.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Well, as you said, you’re not scared, and you’re no longer a virgin. We’re here all alone, and you are naked, so I thought this would be a good time to experiment a little more. If you care to roll onto your stomach and lift your bottom up, we can see if you prefer things that way. Just a suggestion.”
“You’re kidding,” she said, looking astonished at my audacity. “Oh god, you’re not kidding,” she said, looking at my burgeoning cock. “You can’t be serious,” she said, as I helped her roll over. “I’m saying no,” she said, as I helped her get onto her knees. “I mean, this time it would be rape, and you know it.”
“Not if my cock just teases you like this until you ask for it,” I pointed out, slowly stroking my cock up and down along her slit, teasing what were, at this point, very sensitive lips. It would take a few minutes. I’d give her a maximum of two before she was asking. She was too wound up and too curious not to.
