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I was just 11. He was 31

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My sexual awakening at 11 by a guy I had fantasised about but never dreamed I’d get!

I was always precocious. I used to look at my Dad’s girly mags and read the stories. I was getting myself off at a very early age. I used to look at the guys around me and always wanted the older ones, especially the nasty ones. Leather jacket and long black hair – even as an 11 year old girl, I knew what I wanted.
I used to go with my Dad to the local working men’s club – in the UK they are places with bars and rooms where kids can hang out – some have snooker rooms, maybe arcade game rooms. This one had a snooker room, and an arcade, and to get to those places you had to walk through the kids room, where I was. Mark was one of the older guys that walked through…. but then sometimes lingered…chatting. He liked to chat a lot. I would see him and my childish mind would fantasie. He was tall, and he had a leather jacket and shoulder length jet black hair. I was in LOVE.
Mark was 31, I was 11- how the fuck could I get this guy to notice me?
Well…there was a house that was known as a “party” house – or in my day, in the UK as a”knocking shop” it was just the house of my friend’s mother Elaine. Elaine was a lonely soul, who wanted friends and so would have parties all the time, Mark and his friends would be there, and her daughter, my friend, who I will call Anna would tell me about these parties and the people there, including the object of my adolescent desires, Mark.
So I decided this was the place to get Mark interested in me, by being sexy and grown up and alluring.
I had a friend called Sharon, we used to stay at each others houses all the time, so we planned to tell her parents she was at my house, and mine that at I was at her house, but instead we’d go to the party.
It worked ok. We were at the party, there were Elaine’s kids too, but we were the only 2 young girls there that were aware of their sexuality.
I tried my best to look sexy and sophisticated all night, Mark didnt even look at me. Sharon was having fun with his friends, who were all in their late teens. Me, always the wallflower, just went and sat on the stairs, fed up.
Mark came out, looked at me and flipped his eyes upwards (upstairs?) then walked away. I was confused – was he trying to tell me there were people upstairs? did he want me to go upstairs to talk?
I clung on to the hope it was the latter and walked upstairs and sat outside the bathroom, wondering what to do next. I heard steps and suddenly he was there. He held my hand and led me into one of the bedrooms.
He lay me down on the bed and I was SO excited that he had seen me, he wanted to be with me, my heart was beating so fast.
Mark put his arms around me and started to kiss me, I felt things in my body that I had never felt before – tingling and an urge to push towards him
His hands started moving over my body and the tingling increased, I felt his hands on my budding breasts, squeezing my tiny nipples and they hardened under his touch. His kisses became more forceful and he pushed his tongue into my mouth – I was excited at the thought of this – french kissing! I’d heard about it, but it had never happened to me – I’d never had more than a quick kiss with boys around my age before.
My body was moving against him, it wasn’t something I meant to do, I just couldnt help it!
I felt his hand move down from my breasts and over my stomach… and then lower.. heading down to the place I’d been told to keep secret. His fingers were stroking the elastic of my panties, edging inwards, stroking and rubbing. I felt a growing warmth and excitement – I could describe it now as lust, but back then I didnt know WHAT it was… just that I liked it. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and I grinded against him.
But then in my mind, I panicked. What would happen if he touched me there? Wasn’t I supposed to stop this?
But my longing for Mark took over, I didnt care anymore. His kisses got more passionate and that’s all I cared about – making him want me.
So I did what I thought would work, what I wanted to do, I opened my legs and let his wandering fingers find their place. It hurt. But I wanted him, so I let it hurt and opened my legs wider and moved my hips in time with his fingers. I felt him undo his jeans button and undo his zip. My body AND my mind were excited – I told myself, that this was IT, I was going to lose my virginity. I would know something no-one else my age at school knew and I would have Mark as my own… my body continued its lustful grinding.
Suddenly there was scuffling outside the door, shouting , I didnt care, I drew Mark towards me – Then my name was shouted, Sharon came rushing into the room – her mother was here! – They’d realised our “I’m staying at her house” plot was just that – a plot. We were dragged out of there.
I was devastated.
It would take 3 more years before I finally got Mark’s cock in me. When I was 14 and he was 34. But that’s a whole other story! Come find me on socials if you wanna hear it – RoxyPeach

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