During my freshman year of college, I started dating a guy who didn’t have much experience with women. I didn’t have much experience with guys, so we were about even.
Our visits to coffee shops near campus soon advanced to his off-campus apartment. We kissed. Soon he had his hand in my pants.
He felt his way around, caressing my clitoris and sticking a finger into my vagina. He then asked if he could take off my pants and panties. But I didn’t want him to see my pussy or eat me out. I was self-conscious of everything. I didn’t shave my bush and I wasn’t freshly showered. I didn’t want him to see or smell anything that would turn him off.
But he taught me a lot that night. He told me guys don’t care as much about those things as women do and think guys do. Plus, I was horny and wet from the finger massage. So I took everything off. He kissed his way down to my pussy and I have never seen a guy so aroused. He breathed heavily, and his hard penis and tight balls looked like they were ready to explode as he explored my cracks and crevices.
Then he looked into my eyes and said: “You are beautiful. Your pussy is amazing.” Then he gazed back down there, put his nose in it, licked my inner lips and clit, and stuck a finger into my vagina. Then he took his finger and brushed it against his nose. I knew I was intoxicating.
From that moment, I realized the power of pussy. And I got confident.
Yes, I used to be shy about letting guys go down on me. Would my pussy turn them on? How do they feel about a bush? Do the lips look ok and how is the scent and taste?
But now I know about the power my pussy holds. I see it in the deep breaths, dirty talk and engorged penis whenever a guy buries his face between my legs.
That makes me feel good and empowered. And it makes me feel horny knowing that my pussy can turn them on so much.
I felt it fully when an intern named Rick stopped by my apartment. We had met at a company picnic and he saw me in a blue bikini. I noticed where his eyes were going, and how he was looking me over. Did he have X-ray vision? Or was he just dreaming about what was on the other side of the thin fabric?
So I invited him to my place to watch a movie after dark clouds rolled in and the picnic prematurely ended.
I answered the door in my bikini. He was in his swim trunks and there was no secret about his excitement at seeing me. His erection strained against his shorts. I knew what he was going through. Horny twenty-one-year-old. A little nerdy with no girlfriend. A thirty-year-old in a bikini alone in her apartment.
What would happen next?
“Rick, make yourself comfortable. Would you like to get out of your trunks? I have a towel. I’m OK with you naked. I can get out of my bikini and we can both be comfortable.”
Before he could answer, I slipped off my top and took off the bottoms. And he was staring at my triangle bush. I moved close to his face.
“Would you like to eat me?”
Before he could answer, I reclined on the sofa, took him by the hand, and guided his head down to the promised land. First, he nuzzled my bush and inhaled deeply. He couldn’t get enough of my scent. My pussy aroma sure can get a guy going, and they now know it’s not the mythical tuna fish smell they made fun of as nerdy students when they couldn’t get any pussy.