I met him as a blind-date. My girlfriend told me her cousin was visiting and she needed a date for him. She said he was good-looking and nice but I assumed she was lying since most blind-dates turned out to be dorks.

I was flabbergasted when I saw him. He was gorgeous! He was also polite, very attentive and obviously rich because he insisted on paying for our dinner and movie that cost him over a hundred dollars.

Best of all he liked me! He complimented almost everything about me. When I walked he said I was very graceful and asked if I had dance training. I was glad To tell him I had ballet and acrobatic dance training when I was younger and happy Mom had forced me into it since it seemed to be paying off. He also liked my hair and said I must be an athlete with such a nice body. Actually I had inherited it from my mother but I lied and said I did aerobics.

The one thing he did not mention was my clothes. His were obviously expensive. He was wearing black leather jeans made of some very soft leather with a matching sport coat and a white silk shirt. I was just wearing a scoop neck blouse and skirt from K-Mart. My girlfriend Barbara was wearing a black leather skirt and spandex tube top that was very sexy. By that time we had returned to her house since her folks had left for the weekend. She made some punch using a bottle of vodka and fruit drinks. It tasted mild but after a few I relaxed.

She took every opportunity to get up to get us drinks or change tapes so we could see her butt cheeks and breasts moving under her clothes.

I giggled nervously and suggested that he probably should be with her since their clothes matched.

He was very nice saying, "You look alright. Clothes that sexy may embarress you."

I was hurt. Saying my clothes were alright was hardly a compliment and he was implying I was a prude.

"Oh no. I like to look sexy it is just that leather skirts are so expensive."

"Any clothes can be sexy if they are worn right. Stand up and I will show you."

I wanted to be sexy for him. I stood in front of him and he pulled down the top of my blouse and my bra straps until the top of my bra showed. Then he tucked in the top of my bra. The backs of his fingers were rubbing on my bare breasts very close to my nipples. If it had been any other boy I would have slapped him but he was not leering and seemed to be sincere in helping.Then he folded the bottom of my blouse and tucked it under my bra again his fingers were compressing my breasts.

I just kind of stood there dumbfounded while he unzipped my skirt and pulled it up to shorten the hem just below my butt then tucked the top into my panties. Now his fingers were touching my butt at the back and reaching in to my pussy hair in the front. I became really excited. I had never let a boy get so intimate before and forgot Barbara and her boyfriend was there until Barbara exclaimed, "God that makes you look fantastic. I didn't know your tummy was so flat and your boobs look bigger than ever!"

That made me blush until Bill said, "Yes anything looks good on a fabulous body. Susan. Go look in the mirror."

I felt better knowing he thought I looked beautiful and went to the mirror. No-one had ever seen my bare stomach since I wore one piece conservative swim suits my mother bought. I had never been this bare in front of anyone else before. My stomach was bare from the bottom of my breasts way below my belly-button and when I turned to look behind me I saw he had twisted my blouse around my bra to make my back bare to the dimples on the top of my butt-cheeks.

Meanwhile Barbara and Charlie her boyfriend, cheered and applauded while Bill smiled in obvious appreciation.

My embarrassment turned to vanity and I walked back exaggerating the swing of my hips and wishing I was not wearing my tight bra so my breasts could move provocatively like Barbara's.

When I got back to him I didn't know what to do. The whole situation was exciting me and I wanted to fall into his arms but I didn't want to look like a slut.

Barbara solved my problem.

"She is a beautiful dancer. Have her dance for us Bill."

Bill said, "That would be lovely. Grace and beauty go together."

That and the punch was all the encouragement I needed. There was a slow sexy song playing. I don't know what got into me. Normally I would have refused but I began to dance. I was not doing any moves that I had not done in dance recitals but somehow this seemed much sexier to me to have the tops of my boobs showing and knowing I was flashing my skimpy bikini panties on bends and pirouettes.

It was a long song, about half-way through I lifted my arms above my head which pulled my blouse back up to my shoulders.

Charlie yelled, "No! Don't cover them. Take it off."

Barbara said, "Yes! Do it!"

I was really excited by then and when I looked at Bill he smiled and mouthed. "Yes."

I swear I just meant to take off the blouse to dance in my bra but the catch in the bra was stuck in my blouse and when I pulled it over my head the bra went with it.

I didn't get a chance to get embarrassed! They all applauded and Bill said my breasts were too beautiful to ever be hidden.

When the song ended Bill was smiling and holding his arms open.I knelt between his legs for his hug and kiss thrilled by the feel of his silk shirt on my erect nipples.

Charlie said, "God she has me so turned on. Come on Barbara."

He took her hand and began leading her upstairs to the bedrooms. On the way out she told Bill the keys were in the car to take me home later.

He began kissing my face and then down my neck until he was kissing and nibbling on my nipples. I hugged his head to me until his hands were under my butt to slowly pull me up as his lips moved down my stomach.

I expected him to start back up when he got to my skirt but he just pulled it down inch by inch as his lips traversed my stomach and his teeth made gentle bites.

I was not totally naive. I had played with my pussy but I had never even heard about what he did next. His tongue slipped between the lips of my pussy to flutter against my clit. then he would suck or take little bites to cause just a bit of pain before the fluttering continued.

I had no idea sex could be so wonderful. I began orgasms twice as good as I ever got from playing with myself.

By then my skirt and panties were at my feet and he began letting me down to lie on the floor. I watched in fascination while he unbuttoned his shirt to show his big chest and ridged stomach muscles. When he unzipped his pants his dick was super hard and standing straight up. I knew it would be going in my pussy and wondered how it would be possible since it was tight around my finger.

He spread my legs and pushed them towards my head. I was so wet the head slipped in with a stretching feeling then there was a sharp pain as it tore my hymen. The pain was forgotten instantly as the orgasms began again from that wonderful dick pumping and gyrating in my pussy.

I came several times until he grunted and made a face as he came. He continued to kiss and hug me until his dick softened and slid out of me.

He looked at it to see a little of my blood on it then said, "Just as I thought. You were a virgin. How have you managed to stay that way with your beauty and the sexy dancing?"

"I don't know what brought that on. I have never been so naked in front of a boy before. I ran away when some boys and girls wanted to play strip-poker. Are you disappointed that I know nothing about sex. I hope it was good for you. It was the most fantastically good experience I have had in my whole life."

Suddenly I began to cry. "Oh God. You will have to go home soon. What will I do. There is no boy I even want to talk to after you."