The French Lady

 

I’m a Korean American male who immigrated to the US as
a teen. Korean society is very conservative and very
‘anti-sex’ due to its Confucian culture. Of course
there are lots of sexual things underground as you may
have guessed from other stories in this site, however
sex is still very much of a Taboo (At least when I was
growing up -back in 70’s). It was still an important
back then for a bride to be a virgin.

Having grown up in such a traditional society, you can
imagine I might have a difficult time getting used to
America’s very open sexual mores. However there was
another, even bigger problem. I was a very shy person
– even by Korean standards!! (By American standards, I
could have been described as clinically depressed!)

Throughout my high school years, I was pretty much a
shy, nonsexual, ‘math and science nerd’ kinda guy,
never having dated, let alone attempting a sexual
overture toward girls.

Sure, I dreamt of having an American girlfriend. But I
was too awkward and insecure to actually do anything in
really life. I was having a hard enough time just try-
ing to excel in academics!

My high school ‘sex life’ consisted of looking at
‘forbidden’ Playboy and Penthouse magazines and mas-
turbating to sexy blonde models.

It was quite unacceptable to my ‘normal’ self and I
didn’t discuss my attraction to these magazines with
anybody.

Even in college (UCLA), I failed to experience any sex.
In addition to being very shy, I was neither good look-
ing nor socially adept. Usually at college dances or
parties, I ended up gawking on the sideline, watching
others dance, unable to find a partner for myself.

I was socially awkward, introverted and didn’t think
my sexual urges would be acceptable to American girls.

After graduating from college with a degree in chemical
engineering and before going on to a prestigious
graduate school, I was lucky to get a summer job as an
electronic technician in Belgium. By this time, the
fact that I was still a virgin at 22 was really
starting to bother me. After settling in and getting
used to my work routine, I began to consider a plan to
visit Amsterdam’s infamous red light district.

Maybe a Dutch prostitute would be the way to experience
sex! Or at least a starting point for me.

One evening I went to an adult movie – another thing
I would have been afraid to do back home in US. It was
very exciting to watch the orgy sequence where these
gorgeous European women were getting fucked by many
different guys. Not only was it very hot but it also
gave me the idea that even I could get to have sex
with a beautiful girl if I were in the right place at
the right time.

Girls acted so horny in that movie that I felt that
they might have sex even with a nerdy Asian guy like
me – if I were at a real orgy party!

After the movie I walked out to the now darkened city
square in a very sexually aroused state. Being a Friday
night there were many people going to the bars to
party. In the town square I spotted a blonde woman sit-
ting on a bench alone and smoking a cigarette.

Still somewhat high on my sexual feelings from the
adult movie, I dared to approach her to ask her the
time. She must have been bored enough to have a con-
versation with a timid stranger. I found out that she
was French and was traveling through Belgium on summer
vacation with friends – a couple.

Soon, I asked her whether she would like to go to a
nearby bar for beer with me. Surprisingly she accepted.

After a couple beers and some small talk, we walked
around the town square talking about various countries.
My mind was still pretty much on sex and I admitted her
that I had never had a girlfriend.

Soon, surprisingly she kissed me on the lips. I held
her waist and we sat on a bench to make out. While
kissing her, I moved my hand over her white wool
sweater to feel her breasts. They felt wonderfully
soft. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

I thought it was wonderful enough that she would let
me feel her breasts like that. But to my even greater
surprise and amazement she soon lifted her sweater and
let in me feel her bare breasts.

I was so shocked and sexually charged that I blurted
out loud, ‘Jesus Christ!’

She just laughed.

I loved feeling her warm, white breasts. I could have
fondled them on that bench for the rest of the night
if given a chance!

At this time, maybe because of my timidness or my
obvious pleasure in fondling her breasts, she must
have made up her mind that we are going to have sex.

I was horny as hell but I would still not have dared
to think of having sex with her. To be honest, I felt
extremely lucky just to feel her soft bare breasts!

Furthermore having actual sex was something unknown to
me. Masturbation and fantasy? Yes. Real sex? I truly
had no idea how to go about it…

She asked me where I was staying. I told her that I was
living in student quarters, she decided that her hotel
room on the town square offered better privacy to con-
tinue our petting session.

I still couldn’t believe my good fortune, even as we
climbed the narrow stairways to her hotel room. The
room was quite small and Spartan by American standards.
She told me to take my clothes off and climb on to the
bed, which I gladly did in hurry.

Waiting in the bed, I was able to get a good view of
her naked blonde body as she got undressed in the semi
darkness. I was feeling so sexual aroused, I openly
stared at her naked body without shame.

I was lying flat on my back when she climbed on top of
me aiming her pussy lips at my erect dick. I held her
thighs, trying desperately to guide her where I needed
her to be.

Giggling in embarrassment, she lowered herself on to my
dick.

I knew I wanted to have sex – and very badly at that,
ever since my high school days. However being a virgin
at the age of 22, I really did not know how a woman
felt inside her pussy. I had no idea that women could
feel so soft and wonderfully creamy inside her pussy
like this one did. I could only think at the time that
her pussy felt warm and so smooth like slightly melted
cream cheese. It was far, far better than I could ever
have imagined in my wildest dream.

Especially I had no idea that woman’s muscles could
hold my dick so firmly. It was all so amazing and
incredibly wonderful. I just repeated to myself that
it is a wonder of life as I deliriously plugged her.

I let out moans of pleasure as she moved up and down
on my hardened dick. In fact, the sensation of her
soft, warm pussy had an incredible effect on me. I
never expected that my dick could get so hard and so
big. (I had been pretty conscious of my small Asian
dick for most of my life.)

And despite becoming so rigid like a hard plastic rod,
it was able to freely move around side to side very
smoothly as she rocked up and down.

By now I was thrusting into her as much as she was
riding me. I just loved that feeling of being inside
this blonde woman, holding her divinely broad hips
with my hands. The only way I could describe the feel-
ing would be to say that I was ‘Very happy in my
heart.’

Having sex with her seemed to make my whole body
‘happy’. I also felt no longer alone – like I had
when I masturbated to Penthouse pictorials. Having my
dick buried so deep inside her, I felt close to her.
To another human being.

And strangely, it felt so natural and normal having
sex with this blonde French woman whom I hardly knew.
I guess, while having sex everything else in a guy’s
mind pretty much shuts down. I was so totally focused
on the beautiful naked body of this generous woman
and just marveled at her bouncing white breasts as
we fucked that I couldn’t really think of anything
else but the pleasure that I was receiving.

It felt like a long time, (given the newness of the
experience) but it was actually only a short time
before I groaned and shot my load inside her warm
wet pussy. She road me for a little while longer to
make my pleasure last, then she collapsed on me and
said with a smile, ‘See? Now you have experience with
girls, so you’ll be able to get them in the future.’

What could I say? I was just so grateful for her kind
heart, I was speechless!

By this time I was so thankful to this French lady,
if she had asked me I would have given her pretty
much everything I had. I was babbling praises to every-
thing French as we cuddled. I even had an initiative
to climb on top of her and start pumping away into
her again.

She was a little taller than me. And lying together
in her bed, she definitely seemed larger than me. She
was on the stocky side – surely by an Asian standards.
But I just LOVED holding her broad hips while pumping
my dick into her. Her skin was also rougher than Asian
skin. Perhaps due to Northern European weather? Or
perhaps due to the rich French diet? It is hard to
tell.

On the other hand she was visibly delighted with my
smooth skin, saying it felt like a baby’s skin.
Although she was not as soft all around as I imagined
a girl to be, she made up for it by her wonderfully
soft cream cheese pussy.

After I coming in her for the third time, she got up
and pulled out a wash basin. With her back to me, she
started to wash out her pussy. I did not have condoms
on and I wasn’t sure about birth control. I just did
not imagine she could get pregnant in one night. Any-
how standing by the bed, she washed inside her pussy
giving me more great views of her gloriously naked
body.

Once again I stared at her naked female body with open
lust. Finally she came back to bed and told me go to
sleep. But very aroused again, I soon had another
stiff hard on.

Having fantasized about sex all my life, the fact was
that I just couldn’t get enough of her cream cheese
pussy that night. I started to touch her again – from
her breasts to her belly down to between her legs.

She giggled, and she let me fuck her again. But it
was clear now that she was no longer as turned on as
I was. She no longer held my dick so tightly with her
pussy as she has done the first few times. She told
me that she couldn’t believe that I was still (and
again!) hard.

Well, I guess that is what happens after dreaming of
having sex with a blonde girl for all these years! She
must have decided to make it a little more interesting
for herself. She said she would show me another way.

And she turned around in bed having her back to me
while lying on her side. Then she presented her ass
to me so I could enter her pussy from behind.

Well that was an eye popping realization for me! I
found out that I could have more of my dick enter
her in that position – more deeply and more comfortably
than ‘the missionary position’. I wondered whether
this was the more natural sex position – the way God
created man and woman to be.

Meanwhile I pumped my dick into her with new and happy
enthusiasm. I also loved the fact that I could fondle
her wonderful breasts (and her broad backside) while
pumping my dick into her. I liked having my face close
to her shoulders and feeling her short blonde hair on
my face.

I just hope she enjoyed my vigorous lovemaking as much
I loved entering her from behind. She was breathing
fast, but I hardly noticed it in my lustful desire to
thrust my dick into her as deeply as I could and to
fuck her creamy pussy with just about all the strength
that I had left.

All I can say is that fucking this wonderful blonde
French woman from behind was about the best thing that
ever happened to me in my life of 22 years. I just
felt so much love and tenderness toward her, being deep
inside her like that. And I certainly had the best
orgasm of my life as I shot every last drop from my
balls into her lovely cream cheese pussy.

I’m not sure whether I passed out or whether I just
went in and out of a wakeful state. I certainly was
tired by this time. But I was so excited by the
novelty of it all, I was half awake and never totally
a sleep that night. Perhaps I should have gone to sleep
now that I was finally satiated after coming inside her
so many times.

As the sexual fire died out mundane questions came to
my mind. Like, what do I say to her after this sudden
intimacy? I mean, I knew her body as intimately as any
man could, but I didn’t even know her full name! Could
I fall in love and marry her? And it was obvious that
she wasn’t thinking anything close in that direction.
(I was 22 then and she looked to be in her mid
thirties)

I had to face the fact that she had allowed me to enjoy
her body in an intimate nature because she felt sorry
for me. She might have thought she could turn a pain-
fully shy Asian student into a man – even a Casanova by
initiating me into sex. But what about her past? I
knew nothing and I had already hurt her a little by
asking too many stupid questions – as if I could be
intimate with her personally just because I coupled
with her physically.

I think that both she and I knew that this was a one
night deal.

I told her that I would go home rather than to sleep
in her bed. Actually a big reason behind my decision
was that there was the other couple in that bedroom.

Oh, yes I forgot to tell you that there was that French
couple in another bed in the same hotel room while we
were having our glorious sex! They were traveling
with her. Initially the guy protested to the blonde
lady about having me in the bedroom, to which she
replied (in French) vigorously (perhaps defending me
that I was a worthy sex partner??) Anyhow we went
ahead with our wild sex together and he went back to
sleep with his woman in his arms!

Viva la France!!!!!!!

But I wasn’t sure how I would be received by the others
in the morning. And also it might become obvious to
them that the lady was crossing racial lines in her
merciful mission of love! She agreed to my decision
to leave and walked me downstairs to the pension door.

It was already close to the dawn as we kissed again
and again. No more sexual fire (as I was VERY spent
by this time!). Perhaps because everything we had that
night was sex (even though it was glorious – at least
for me!), it felt slightly dishonest kissing repeated-
ly.

I was very thankful. I just wasn’t sure how to handle
the situation – other than thinking I better leave
before it got too complicated. We parted acting as if
we couldn’t stop kissing each other.

I was pretty exhausted and felt feverish during next
day. But I was elated that I had finally lost my
virginity and that I finally knew what sex was like.
All thanks to that loving blonde French lady.

I don’t think I can ever pay her back for her kindness.
But I always do try to be extra nice, gentle, and kind
to all the blonde girls I happen to meet.