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Taxi driverAs a girl raised in a big city, I had my first sexual experience very early. For women, losing their virginity can be very uncomfortable, and I was a little disappointed in my first "attempt" at sex. But as time went on, and as I went through several relationships, things have begun to change. I also realized that if I took the initiative in the beginning, I could very easily let my partner know what I liked.*Sex was slowly becoming my favorite pastime. I wasn't afraid of experimentation, in fact I wanted to try it all. I fell in love with oral sex very early, and for anal I needed a little more time to work up the courage, as well as to find a person who would be careful at first (I did not want to repeat the experience of losing my virginity...). The only thing I have not done was have sex with an older man. Not that I did not want to, I just did not get the chance.*Then I enrolled in college. For the first few years, although I was very busy studying and attending classes, there was always time for leisure activities. I've even had my first serious relationship in my life, moved in with my boyfriend, but broke it off because I wanted to try so much more, which I couldn't because I was in a relationship with someone who did not understand those wishes.*That same year ankara escort I enrolled in a graduate study abroad. I was overjoyed. I worked very hard, learned the language, and was among the top students in order to make my dream come true. I packed my bags, sad goodbye to my parents, got drunk with my friends and went out to the world. I was happy. In the beginning. Then the happiness and a sense of excitement, even fear became completely suppressed by the absolute lack of free time. In the morning I would wake up, go to the university, I'd spend all day in lectures and various activities, and in the evening would go strait in the third shift at the boutique where I worked at the cash register, because from the scholarship money, after all the bills were paid, I would barely have enough money left over for food. In other words, there was no time for going out and meeting new people. At first it was not so hard, I knew there would be a lot of work, in the end that's what I wanted, and I was ready for all the sacrifices except one that I did not foresee. Sex. Frustration grew over time, I was getting more stressed, and it started to affect my studies. Of course I never stopped masturbating, but that was nowhere near enough.*Almost a year passed since the last time I saw a penis, ankara escort bayan when one weekend I stopped by my female colleague from the university after work. We studied for a while, and then came to the conclusion that we probably deserved a little rest, and bought two bottles of wine in a nearby shop. These same two bottles of wine later, I realized that we were drunk and it was getting late. At 11 pm the streets here are already completely empty, and I did not want to have to take the bus home. I decided to call a taxi, although for my budget it was a luxury. The car arrived quickly, and was waiting for me when I came out. I got in and sat in the back seat. The taxi driver was a balding man in his fifties (I was 26). He was wearing jeans and a green plaid shirt. He was not very talkative, which is strange for taxi drivers. Suddenly I felt the smell of his aftershave and I felt such heat go through me that I think I let out a loud sigh. I felt a tingling sensation in my groin and pulse in my ears as my heart was pumping alcohol through my veins. I put my hand under my dress and touched my already spread Labia. I slowly took off my panties and slipped my finger inside my pussy. The taxi driver stopped the car in front of my building, turned the light on in the escort ankara car and told me how much I owed for the fare. And I was losing control, and I knew it. I wanted to lose control. What I had said surprised me even more than him. "I have no money for the ride," I said, "but I can give you a blowjob. This was followed by silence. He was surprised. I put my panties on his shoulder, and when he took them I leaned between the seats and grabbed his crotch. He turned his face towards me and we kissed. He was already hard when he told me to come to the front seat. As I moved to the front, he turned off the lights in the car and pushed his seat back. We continued to kiss while I unbuttoned his pants, and when I pulled them down I lowered my face to his lap. I kissed it and rubbed it on my face and lips before finally putting it in my mouth. I moved my head up and down sucking. My eyes were closed and all my senses, my whole being was wrapped around his hard cock. I do not know how much time has passed when I felt his hands push my head and hot sticky liquid filling my throat. Most of it I immediately swallowed, but the taste was still filling my mouth. It was wonderful. When I got up and wiped the tears and spit off my face I saw that he was breathing deeply and that he was all sweaty. He gave me his business card and told me to call him whenever I need a free ride. I left him my panties when I got out.*Life here is still arduous and stressful, but bearable now that after a hard days work I can have a ride home by a taxi.