Spicy holidays with my first love

I’m a 25-year-old woman, light brown skin, black hair, mischievous eyes, full lips, thick in all the right places. I’m 5’3″, 36C tits, wide hips, and my best feature: a big, round, perky ass that people tell me is addictive. Hehe.

This is a true story that happened to me a few years back. I was dating who is now my husband. And one December, something very spicy went down. First, let me clarify that I used to travel every year to my hometown for the holidays, but it was on my last trip that what I’m about to tell you happened.

So I was there, at my maternal grandmother’s house. I traveled with my aunt from the city. We met up with my cousins and aunts at Grandma’s place—she only had daughters, and most of us grandkids are girls. For Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, we all agreed to organize a gathering at Grandma’s and invite everyone close from the town. All the guests started arriving.

I remember I wasn’t wearing anything spectacular, quite the opposite actually, just normal stuff: a brown strapless top, blue jeans, and platform shoes. But my shameless pants, along with my hips, my small waist, and my big ass, became the center of attention for several guys. I could tell. But honestly, I wasn’t trying to cause anything with anyone—things were good with my boyfriend.

After a few hours of music and dancing, laughs and some drinks, the protagonist of this story arrived. A 26-year-old guy, 5’9″, white skin, gray eyes, good-looking, and my first love. You know, that childhood sweetheart, the “sweaty hand holding” kind, who I hadn’t seen in years and was now a very attractive man. I saw him and I don’t know what happened to me, but I froze. He greeted me with a smile, and I smiled back. And that was it for a while.

Someone asked me to dance. I was dancing with a friend I affectionately call “Neke-Neke.” He had a thing for me, I knew it, and honestly, even though I knew, I never gave him any advantage. But he tried to use the dance to get closer and touch more than he should. I tried to gently hold him back. Even though we were dancing reggaeton, and my moves in that type of dance, I noticed, gave him a boner—because when he got close, I felt this hard lump rubbing against me.

Then someone yelled, “Switch partners!” And I don’t know if it was luck or fate, but I ended up with Eilson (that’s the name of the protagonist of my story). All normal, we just got closer and started dancing. After a while, he invited me to sit down and grab something to drink to cool off.

While we were there, he kept leaning in to talk to me over the music noise, and at one point he told me we should get out of there, that he wanted to tell me something personal. I wasn’t naive, I knew what he probably wanted to say. And even though I was committed to my boyfriend and loved him a lot, something inside me pushed me to follow him and see what would happen.

When my family wasn’t paying attention, we went to the part of the farm where they keep the tools and lots of other stuff on shelves. It was a big room in the back of the house (which was already a huge house, colonial style, very large). Once we were there, he got close enough to be right next to me, and said:

Eilson: “Look, I haven’t seen you in a long time and seeing you today left me amazed. How much you’ve changed, now you’re more beautiful and voluptuous. You look really pretty.”

Me: (With a smile) “Why do you say voluptuous? I’m just normal.”

Eilson: “No, seriously. I’m honestly blown away by your body, especially your ass.”

Me: “Hahaha, you’re so forward, aren’t you?”

Eilson: “No, it’s just that you have to acknowledge what’s obvious. And you should know that others notice it too, and they talk about it.”

Me: “What? About my ass? Who? The guys? Here? So you all get together to talk about our bodies? Hahaha.”

Eilson: “Nooo, not so much about everyone’s bodies, more like yours, hahaha, the one that leaves us speechless.”

Me: “Hahaha, you guys are terrible. And that’s what you wanted to tell me?”

Eilson: “No. Honestly, I brought you here to tell you that… you… I really like you, and we’re not kids anymore. We know what we want now, and I want you, even though…”

And just like that, he lunged forward to kiss me. I put my hands on his chest to stop him, thinking about my boyfriend. He pushed harder and said in a soft, tender voice, “Relax.” And he managed to reach my mouth.

By then, I’d given up. I really liked him too. And I don’t know if the drinks and the background music helped, but I couldn’t hold back and I let myself go. We made out for a good while.

He started touching and groping me, which got me hot because I wanted him to touch me. And he knew what he was doing: moving up from my hip to my chest, massaging my breasts, then back down my back to my ass, and that’s where he’d linger the longest.

But he wanted more. He started lifting my top, managed to get it up enough to reach my bra and then my breasts. Then, easily, he reached his arms behind me to unhook that royal blue lace-trimmed bra. My breasts and nipples were exposed, hard from the cool air.

He started touching them and then kissing them, while our breathing quickened along with our hearts, because we both knew what was coming next. And we both wanted it.

He lowered his hands while continuing to kiss my neck to undo my jeans, which he quickly unbuttoned and started sliding down gently. As he did, he caressed my hips over my royal blue lace cheeky panties, which barely covered my big ass and outlined my pussy perfectly.

Then he pulled his own pants down. And yes, in that room with no bed or chair, just shelves and tools, and dim lighting, he pulled my underwear down and his, revealing his not-at-all-shy member. Considerable size, bigger than my boyfriend’s, though not as thick, and definitely with a bigger head.

Putting his hands on my shoulders, he indicated what came next. Eager to see it up close, I agreed to bend down. I went down and he was spectacular, it looked delicious and tempting. Soon I had it in my mouth and he was just moaning every time I took him in and licked him. I jerked him off too, to get him even more excited, and put him back in my mouth. He’d grab my head to push it deeper, but because of his size, I couldn’t take all of him.

Then he lifted me up and turned me toward the wall. He kissed my neck ferociously and rubbed his dick against my ass. I already wanted him to put it in, to penetrate me and make me moan like a bitch in heat. And maybe he was reading my mind, because he made me lean against the wall, bent over. Willingly, I stuck my ass out, calling his attention and inviting him to fuck me.

That’s when he put his hands on my hips and brought his member to my pussy. After gently inserting the head, with one thrust he shoved it all in, mercilessly. It slid in easily because my juices made it simple to glide all the way to the bottom, causing me immense pleasure. With an accelerated rhythm, he started pounding continuously, making me submissive to the pleasure and to his pleasure. He was behind me and could push as hard and as many times as he wanted. And he did it forcefully.

He made me moan like a bitch:

Me: “Aahaa, aahaa! Yesss! So good! Aahaa, aaaahaa!”

Maybe my moaning turned him on more, because he started talking dirty to me and treating me dirty, which I love, it makes me so fucking hot.

Eilson: “Yesss! You like it? You like my dick? You like feeling it? I love fucking you, I love that hard but soft ass.”

Me: “Yesss! More, mooore! Give me more! Yesss, I like it! That dick is so good! I want you to hit it more with that dick! I love you fucking my ass with that dick!”

Eilson: “Yesss! You want me to fuck that ass? Yesss, you want it!”

Me: “Yesss!”

Eilson: “Take it! Take iiiit! I love fucking that ass, BITCH! I love your ass, baby! Wooooo!”

Me: “Yes! Fuck my ass, yes! Fill it up! Fill meeee!”

Maybe that pushed him over the edge, because after I asked him to fill me up, he released his cum, came in spurts. I felt it inside me and I came deliciously too. Amid sighs and slightly muffled moans, he leaned into me and we finished.

Then he got dressed and I started getting dressed too. After I put my cheekies and jeans back on, I felt his cum start to leak out and soak my panties. And just like that, without saying much, we left separately and rejoined the party, acting like nothing had happened. And I’m sure nobody noticed.

Hope you liked it. Let me know if you did. You should also know that if you enjoy this story, I’m thinking of publishing a second part, and even telling you about other much spicier intimacies.