Sex helps with anxiety 3

Part 3 of some personal experience i have had. I meet Erik again, this time in a garage.

Erik had kept in touch since we met in his car. Now it was Friday night and I was watching Idol when he texted me. He told me that he managed to borrow that garage he talked about last time. He wrote the address and said I could go there until around 1pm tomorrow. I looked up where it was in the maps on my mobile and it was a bit too far to cycle, but I could either take the bus or rent an electric scooter like that. I didn’t really know if I wanted to go, I hadn’t felt too bad the last few days and didn’t really feel like meeting anyone. At the same time, Erik had been nice and chatted with me since I sucked him off, I would feel crappy if I said I didn’t want to see him again. All this made my mind spin and I could no longer concentrate on Idol. This thing about meeting men was supposed to help my anxiety, but now it gave me anxiety instead. Everything started to feel difficult and I lied to my parents that I was tired and went up to my room. Tomorrow they were going away so it wouldn’t be a problem to get away for a while. My brother wasn’t home either, I had tried to ask where he was but didn’t get a real answer. Most often it meant that they either didn’t know or that he was in a treatment home.

I didn’t really feel like meeting Erik tomorrow, so I started writing “Hey, I can’t meet tomorrow. Hope it doesn’t matter”. But before I sent it, Erik had written again that he was looking forward to seeing me and that he had bought me a present. Now it felt like crap to say no, so I erased my message and wrote a new one: “Thank you, how kind. Of course I want to see you tomorrow”. Erik quickly replied that it would be nice. He asked if I found where we were supposed to meet, replied that I was unsure. He explained where it was and wrote that I could write when I was nearby and he would open a side door so I would see where to enter.

I felt quite stressed about the meeting so tried to go to bed early, but couldn’t fall asleep so when I noticed my parents had gone to bed I took care of myself until I fell asleep. Woke up just before ten the next day and it wasn’t that far until we were supposed to meet. I lay down and dragged myself for a while before I went downstairs and tried to eat some breakfast, so I mostly poked it. Around 11 the parents were going to leave and stay overnight, they said they were going to sleep in a hotel but I didn’t believe them. I was absolutely sure that they were going to see my brother in some treatment center, it was so tiring that they didn’t want to tell me the truth.

I went into the bathroom and shaved my legs after they left. Took a shower and got ready, had lasted a bit well in the morning, so wrote to Erik that I would be a bit late. He just replied ok followed by come as soon as you can.

Summer had gotten really warm so I dressed cool in a pair of thongs, a colorful skirt that ended just above the knees and a white tank top. Put on a pair of tennis shoes and walked towards the bus, thought it was too hot to take an electric scooter and the bus stop I was getting off at was only like 5-10 minutes from the garage. I walked towards the bus and jumped on, the bus was almost empty. I think most of thr people were either sitting at an outdoor restaurant or were already swimming. Wrote to Erik that I was on the bus and that I should be there in about 20 minutes. Erik answered beautifully, I’ve been here for a while waiting for you! I mostly sat and looked out the window during the bus ride, I didn’t recognize myself very well in this part of town. When I was going to ping to stop the bus at the stop, I noticed that I was bleeding a little from a cuticle, I had apparently been picking at my nails during the bus ride. I had felt stressed almost all the time since Erik wrote the night before, it used to be that I was picking at my nails/cuticles when I was stressed or feeling anxious. Got off the bus and stopped to check the map but also to collect my thoughts. Thought about ignoring everything and going home, but Erik had really wanted to see me, he had even bought a present, but then I was alone at home. It would be hard to sit at home all day and try to clear your mind all by yourself. It was probably better to meet him and deal with the feelings that way.

Started walking where the mobile phone’s maps pointed and soon I saw what should be the right building, wrote to Erik that I thought I was outside. He replied that he would open, quite quickly a door opened and I caught a glimpse of Erik in the doorway. Walked up to the garage and stepped inside. Then closed the door and Erik locked it before pulling me into his arms. He hugged me a little too tight, buried his nose in my hair and took a deep breath. He told me he loved my scent, while running his hand up my skirt. He squeezed my butt and said it was sexy that I was wearing thongs. He asked if thong made me hornier, answered that I wasn’t sure. He let go and we stepped a little further into the room. Took the opportunity to look around the room, the same car I had sucked him in was parked in the garage. To the left of the car were a bunch of tools, it wasn’t my thing so I just glanced in that direction. To the right of the car was a dining table and some chairs, I guess the guy who owned the garage used to eat and take a break there or something. Then there wasn’t much else, the room was relatively large but it was still a garage. Erik suggested that we sit in the car, we sat in the back seat, both the driver’s seat and the passenger seat were pushed forward as much as possible. I assumed we would be in the car again, Erik put his arm around me and we cuddled for a while. He caressed my hair, my legs and finally my thigh. He wanted to know how it had felt since we last saw each other, replied that it had felt perfectly fine. That it had helped my anxiety to meet him but that it was a bit of a shame we didn’t have time to talk that much that time. Clas said that he understood, that he had thought it was nice last time but that he has been in a bit of a hurry. He took out a gift box from the passenger seat and asked me to open it. Inside was a necklace with a silver heart on the chain. The necklace didn’t look super expensive, but didn’t necessarily look cheap either, I thought it was just fine but not great. Would try to remember to have it if we saw each other more times. I thanked him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Go ahead, old lady, Clas replied. He helped me put the necklace on and I let it rest inside the tank top. He then asked me to get out of the car. Did as he said but was confused as to why, I had assumed we would be in the car. Erik said he had brought some blankets which he took out from the tailgate. He cleared away whatever was on the table and put a blanket over the table. He stripped down to his underpants and threw his clothes into the car. However, he realized that he had forgotten something in his shorts, he retrieved them and dug out a condom which he placed on the table on top of the blanket. Then he walked over to me and pulled down my skirt, I stepped out of it and he quickly took off my tank top and unbuttoned my bra. He then pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them as well. He put my clothes in the car before embracing me again, we hugged as he caressed my back and bottom. Suddenly he loosens his grip slightly and kisses me. I was not prepared for it and had never been kissed before. Somehow it felt more intimate than sex and I found it a little uncomfortable at the same time as it was also a little exciting, it was a strange and hard to describe feeling. I didn’t expect my first kiss to be with a man who was my father’s age.

Our lips parted and Erik told me to jump on the table. I sat on the edge of the table, Erik pulled off his underwear and stroked his cock. He came forward and spread my legs, he went to my pussy and let a finger feel along my slit. Erik commented that I wasn’t that wet, which I wasn’t. I still felt a little stressed and not really in the moment. Suddenly I feel a hand press against my chest and he gently puts me down on the table. It wasn’t very comfortable for the head, which I pointed out, he then fetched the other blanket he had in the car and put it under my head. Clas knelt down in front of me and kissed my thighs before he started licking me, like when Marcus had done it, it tickled but after a short while it started to feel nice. I felt how my body reacted and got wet from his treatment. The body started to get ready for sex even though mentally I wasn’t quite there, was ready. Erik continued to lick and kiss me down there, he inserted a finger and pulled me gently. He started with one finger, then two and finally three. He continued like this for a while before standing up and taking the condom from the table. He tore open the package and threaded it onto his hard cock. I remained lying on my back and fiddled a bit with the necklace, the only thing I still had on. Erik took a step closer to the table and grabbed my legs, he put them on his shoulders and pulled me a little closer to the edge so that my bottom was just over the edge. I adjusted the blanket I had under my head to be a little more comfortable, Clas grabbed his cock and brought it towards my pussy. I felt his cock penetrate me slowly, first the tip opening me up and then feeling the shaft fill me out. It felt pretty good, almost familiar even though this was only the second time I had penetrative sex. Erik was fully in me when he stopped and praised my appearance. He told me how sexy he thought I was, that I looked young and how sexy it was for him to sleep with someone so young. It was especially sexy that I was clean-shaven according to him. He fucked me slowly, really letting each thrust take its course. I noticed how he enjoyed my body, how I pleased him and somehow it made me feel good for the moment. I felt needed, appreciated and it felt so nice. If this was how I could feel good and appreciated, it couldn’t be wrong, right?

Erik gradually increased the pace, the necklace hit my heaving breasts and the garage was filled with the sound of our moaning. Or rather, I moaned, he mostly snorted. He held my legs tightly, as if he would fall over if he lost his grip. His cock thrust at a steady pace into my pussy. Felt a drop of sweat from his forehead run down one of my legs at the same time as I started to feel warm inside, I was filled with a warm creeping feeling first from my head, down to my breasts which I couldn’t help but grab and massage, the feeling continued down between my legs, I started moaning louder and breathing heavily as I had my first orgasm during sex. The whole thing was surreal, it was as if the body reacted in one way and I in another. I was not attracted to him, had never fantasized about having sex with older men but the sex itself was nice. It felt good and combined with the fact that I felt appreciated and needed, it was enough to reach orgasm.

Erik seemed to notice this, he smiled and said “imagine a fifteen-year-old coming on an old man’s cock”. He continued to fuck me at about the same pace for a while. Then he pulled out of me and told me to turn over so that I was resting on my stomach across the table. He grabbed my waist and put his cock back in. He started to take me hard, at least harder than I had been taken before. I gripped the edge of the table and moaned loudly with each thrust. It was unusual to be taken like this and it didn’t feel nearly as good as it had when I was lying on my back. Tried mostly to think about breathing between thrusts. Erik snorted and panted and I felt that he was warm, partly because his sweat landed on my back but also because his thighs felt warm against my skin as he filled me. This went on for what I estimate to be five minutes before Erik held my body still as he pressed against me and filled his condom with his seed. Damn that’s nice, he said while pulling his cock out of me. I lay there catching my breath for a while as it felt like he was still pulsating inside me even though he had pulled his cock out. I heard him take off the condom and throw it away. I got up but my legs felt a bit like spaghetti, I jumped up on the table and sat on the blanket as I felt like I would collapse otherwise. Erik came forward and embraced me so that my head rested against his chest, he stroked my back and I felt that he was still breathing heavily. God, you were beautiful, he said, your body is made for sex. I thought how a body could be, thought it was odd to say that but let it pass unanswered.

We got dressed and sat in the car, it was more comfortable in the back seat than sitting on each chair at the table, in the back seat we talked about everything. Erik wanted to know more about me, how many people I had sex with and why I sought out an older man. I told him about my family situation, how I was feeling and my first time with Marcus. Erik asked me to describe the sex with Marcus, I told almost the whole story. He obviously started to get turned on by the story about Marcus and in particular that he, Erik, was the first one to give me an orgasm. He put my hand on his lap. He unbuttoned the shorts and let his cock come out of the underpants. He took my hand and placed it around his manhood, then asked me to pull it while I continued to retell the whole story of Marcus. He wanted to know basically everything, how we came to start chatting, what we wrote but especially he wanted me to describe what it was like when I lost my virginity. While I was telling about the sex with Marcus, Erik came again. He squirted down his stomach and after I finished telling the story, he asked me to get paper with which he wiped himself. While Erik cleaned up after himself, I took my phone out of my purse and pretended to answer a text message, what I actually did was write down the registration number of his car. I wanted to try to find out more about him, not because I had any intention of exposing him or anything, but more that I wanted to get some control over the situation.

After he finished we hugged goodbye and I left the garage. Felt too gross to ride the bus after sex so looked for a scooter and rode it home. Parked it some distance from the house and walked the last way to avoid it being outside when my parents got home. Then they would probably wonder where I had gone on it. When I got home, I rinsed off in a bathtub. Then filled it and took a long bath. While I was in the bath I looked up his license plate number, it turned out he hadn’t lied about his age or name. At the address he and his wife were written together with two children, a daughter who was eighteen years old and a son who was 21 years old. Googled his name but it didn’t come up much, he didn’t seem to be on social media or anything, I didn’t find out anything else.

After the bath I took a nap, luckily the rest of the weekend went well. The anxiety had subsided and I could relax.

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