Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... out and showed them to me, "You surely can't wear this anymore."

I looked at them. They were worn out and washed out.

"Okay. You can help me to get me new clothes."

She smiled, "You will look better."

***

That afternoon we went shopping. Marta dragged me from one store to another. I bought shirts, sweaters, jeans, shoes, socks and underwear.

We were both insecure, and we started to make some small jokes. Soon, we both had to laugh hard, and tears rolled down our cheeks. We seemed to have the same sense of humor.

Marta was holding a pack of boxershorts, "What size do you have?"

"Large."

She looked at me, "Show off, maybe I should measure it first," followed by a laugh.

She was referring to my penis size. It was the story of this afternoon. We kept laughing and having fun.

In the late afternoon, she took me to her hairdresser 'because I had to look cute for dinner.'

During dinner, she told me a bit about herself. She also lives in Eindhoven in a small apartment and works as a flight attendant for one of the airlines, Transavia, at Eindhoven Airport. She does charters across Europe, leaving in the morning to the destination and returning in the afternoon or evening.

She told me, "As a flight attendant, we rarely drink alcohol. Yesterday, my friends Bree, Gwen, Michelle, and I had dinner together. We met during our flight attendant training and have been friends since then. During dinner we had some wine and at the party some more wine. ...

... That's why I was unsteady and bumped into you."

I looked at her, "I'm glad you did. This afternoon has been fun."

After dinner, she went home to catch an early flight the next day. We agreed to have a new date.

***

We started to date and found ourselves keeping more company. We became friends fast and felt comfortable with each other. We both knew we were heading for more.

Because we were both shy, it took us a few weeks before we took the next step, making out heavily at her apartment. It was the start of our relationship.

The first time we had sex was a little awkward. I caressed Marta softly until she stopped me.

"Ty, your previous girlfriends might like this, but I want it rough. Use me like a slut. Don't be the nice guy. Do you think you can do that?"

"That's new to me, but I 'll try," and started to be rougher on her. I turned her around on her knees, pressed her head down, put a condom on, and buried my cock in her pussy from behind. Then I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard.

Marta was moaning, "Yes, use me like the slut I am. Make me come," while she stimulated her clit at the same time, which was hot.

When I came, I grabbed her hips once more and pushed my cock as deep in as I could. That brought her to an orgasm, "Oh, fuck, yes!"

Later, during pillow talk, she explained to me she likes to be a slut in bed, "Ty, you're a good guy, and I know you wouldn't hurt anyone in real life. I feel secure with you. But in bed, I love to be ...