A young woman just celebrated her 19th birthday. She had a striking resemblance to a young Rihanna, standing at 5 feet 3 inches and weighing 105 pounds. Her figure was accentuated with a nice derrière, and she hailed from Jamaica. Interestingly, she had never shared a kiss with a guy before, while I, at 33, was considerably older.
During our first encounter, she exuded an air of shyness and timidity. On our initial date, we arranged to meet at the park at 5 p.m. To my surprise, she showed up in a glamorous green evening gown paired with platform shoes, looking incredibly alluring. Her choice of attire suggested inexperience with men, but I decided to stick to my usual routine: a bubble tea date, a leisurely stroll through the park, and some casual touching on a park bench.
As the evening grew colder, I suggested we head to my place to grab some sweaters before continuing our date with a glass of wine. At the wine store, I proposed that we return to my place, where we ended up on the couch for an hour, sharing travel pictures and engaging in playful touching. When I went in for a kiss, she turned away, expressing discomfort, and mentioned that it was getting “late,” even though it was only 8:30 p.m. She had reservations about walking around the city at night, so she left.
In the following days, I maintained contact and managed to arrange a second date a week later. On the day of our second date, I jokingly told my friend that I’d rather spend the day approaching women than meeting up with this inexperienced girl, who I assumed might be a time-waster.
We met at a different park, and she once again appeared in a sexy dress. We opted for a different bubble tea spot and explored the High Line to enjoy the city’s picturesque views. I suggested we return to my place, essentially mirroring our first date.
Throughout our second encounter, she remained reserved and timid. While walking on an empty sidewalk, I attempted to kiss her, but she turned away, revealing that she had never kissed anyone before. We decided to give it a shot, sharing a brief peck on the lips. I couldn’t help but wonder if this would be a fruitless endeavor.
Once back at my place, she revealed her love for soca music, and we began dancing to the rhythm. As the music played, she sensually ground her hips against me, and instead of trying to kiss her again, I decided to take a different approach. I gently guided her hand to my excitement, which she welcomed without resistance. Our connection deepened as I explored under her dress.
Eventually, we gave in to our desires, and the night culminated in passionate intimacy. To my surprise, considering her status as a first-timer, she displayed remarkable prowess, leading me to wonder if the Jamaican rhythm flowed within her veins. We’ve scheduled a third date, eager to explore the unfolding story of our connection.