The day I got addicted. The second meeting was quickly arra..

The day I got addicted. The second meeting was quickly arranged again. You pick me up from the bus stop where I live in the morning. I guess I was supposed to be going to university that day and then I guess I asked you to drive me to university. But back then I also skipped a lot and preferred to have dates. I got ready quickly and was on my way to the bus stop. I was excited. Such a charismatic man, experienced, intelligent, very attractive. I've never had one like this. The majority just wanted a quickie. So I had high expectations for this meeting with you. It wouldn’t just be about snogging, but about something different, something special, something more than just this physical, sometimes a little cheap, repetitive activity without really feeling anything. You would know exactly what I mean and even without words. I was still a virgin then. Because I wanted to have my first time with a special man. Now I know it was you, but I had my first time later with my boyfriend at the time. It's a shame, actually. So sex would not be an issue at our date. But I was exactly your type, as you told me later. Asian appearance, long black hair, long legs, nice butt (you looked closely in the hippodrome when I got food from the buffet in front of you). I come to the bus stop and see your white car. Get in. This time I decided to make physical contact. I wanted to touch you, get closer to you, experience what it is like to be intimate with a man like that. We're leaving. Along the street, past a few bus stops, we are now on the bridge. You have your one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the switch. I always touched the hand on the switch from other men and so made contact. I reach out my left hand and touch you for the first time. First the back of the hand. You keep calm. Then I reach with my fingers to the palm of your hand and the inside of the wrist... Men always reacted calm, they didn't mind my touching. I did it more for myself because I kind of liked it. Male hands were (and are) also a bit of a fetish by me. Much bigger than my hands, veined, strong ... I liked to look at the male hands, to touch them, to feel the male strength ... I gently touched your wrist. And then it happened... You contracred, your body twitched ... As if I was thunderstruck! I kept playing with my fingers on your hand. No, I wasn't mistaken, your reaction to my touches was really so hot that just watching it made me horny. You twitched, your eyes rolled, you moaned, your left hand clung to the steering wheel ... but you didn't pull your right hand away, you enjoyed it ... My left hand went from itself to your neck. A direct hit! You couldn't take it any longer and took the first exit opportunity. It was a way to a restaurant, only forest around us. A little further was a parking lot. Then you stopped ... Finally you could enjoy my touches to the fullest. I was finally able to admire the whole variety of your reactions ... You clung to the steering wheel, to my legs, to your own legs, as if you were at your limit ... Sobbing, cursing, moaning. Your eyes either closed tightly or twisted, or you were staring in front of you, seeing nothing. Your body twitched, twitched and twitched like wild! The whole time I have come up with something new how I can touch you. It never went that far with other men. I stroked your neck, lightly touched your skin on the border of the clothes and also went a little under the clothes. I wandered my fingers to the back of your neck. That was amazing! You especially liked the neck area. With the fingers from bottom to top .. I go slowly through your hair .. Slowly run with a finger on your ears. Press with whole hand on your standing hair so that it penetrates your scalp ... suddenly not touching you and you only feel the warmth of my hand, that makes you even more crazy .. And then suddenly touching again, so that you almost jump ... I think I just sat there with my mouth open and an enchanted look and was all red of excitement while I "tormented" you. I turn your face to me, your eyes are closed, you grimace like you are really tormented. I think that was when I felt my dominant side for the first time. I think you whispered that you wanted to kiss me. I played with you, came close to your face and also whispered that you should repeat what you say and if you want to kiss me. You repeated this over and over again. I kept saying that you should kiss me then but kept my face further and further and played on. I was so horny!! I wanted to see what you’ll do if I don't take the first step. ... You pulled my hair, held my head and kissed me with all your lust ... God, that was so hot ... I kept touching you and almost heard you cry ... I took your hand and put it on my breasts. I liked it when strong male hands touched my small breasts, pressed them tight. Then my right hand wandered to your crotch and touched your cock through the jeans. Your cock was so hard ... Wow, your reactions just got stronger. I was already totally wet myself. I scratched your jeans where your glans was so you could feel the vibrations. Along or around the cock ... I think we kissed like that for a long time, unfortunately my memories are blurring. That was the day I became addicted to you and your reactions to my touch. And got the urge to touch ...