The one who saw me

I matured very early. I have a very curvy figure and very large breasts, which started getting big back in elementary school. Guys were always hitting on me, but I wasn’t really interested in sex, and I hadn’t even kissed anyone by the time I turned 18. I constantly saw my family’s friends looking at me as if I were a sex toy.

As soon as I turned 18, my parents decided to throw a barbecue. All the men congratulated me and hugged me. No, not just hugged me, they groped my butt, pretending they’d touched it by accident, and pressed themselves against my huge breasts, and then just undressed me with their eyes. I’m very shy, so I just kept quiet. But among all those creeps, there was one man who really drove me wild. He was my dad’s former classmate; he was about 50 years old and looked like an Italian guy off the cover of Playboy. He was always dressed so sexily, with a light stubble, and his cheekbones were sharp enough to cut steel. Plus, he was very tall and athletic, despite his age
I hadn’t noticed it before, but he was looking at me like that, and I looked back at him

Since I had turned 18, my parents let me have a drink, and I was a little tipsy. Everyone was already chatting with each other and paying no attention to me when I felt a big, strong hand rest on my shoulder.

“Why are you standing here all alone, Vicky?”
I heard that rough voice and immediately got wet.

“I, I…”
Not knowing what to say because I was so nervous, I started stuttering. He came up right next to me and started asking the usual small talk questions.

“How are you doing? How are your studies going?”
I was so nervous and could feel my panties getting soaked through.

I obediently answered his questions, and at that moment, he put his hand on my waist. I didn’t mind at all, but then my father interrupted this idyll by calling everyone over for a speech. He was telling a story, everyone was laughing, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to ride his friend’s cock…

I went to the bathroom and immediately started masturbating. I came in three minutes, and it was better than any porn – the best orgasm of my life. When I came out, everyone was already leaving, and I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to him. I was sad for a few more days. I was really depressed, but during one of our family dinners, my dad said,

“Babe, Jacob (that’s my dad’s friend’s name) is inviting us to his country house for a barbecue.”
I couldn’t hide my joy. I was happy and looked forward to that day more than any holiday…