In the Westerwald I lost my innocence
My name is Helen. A little more than three years ago I lost my virginity in the village of Forstmehren in the Westerwald. I was a teenager then and totally infatuated with a young guy. How all this could happen in the restaurant “Mehrbachstübchen” of all places, I tell here for the first time.
I grew up in Bonn, a good half hour’s drive from the village of Forstmehren in the Westerwald. At the time, my aunt lived there and waited tables in the tavern-like restaurant. In the meantime, the restaurant has become a village community centre. And my aunt Lilo moved away from the Westerwald.
How I felt in the Westerwald village
At the age of 15 I was already quite pretty, at least that’s what my girlfriends said. I have honey blonde hair and gray-green eyes. The year I was deflowered, I was skinny, but my bust size stood out. I couldn’t handle my big boobs, because guys were forever staring at my curves. I was on holiday in Forstmehren, but I felt that I was causing a stir here. I could clearly feel myself leaving my childhood days behind.
Up until now, I had mostly regarded men with a neutral gaze, feeling no physical desire for them. That changed abruptly that summer when I had just turned 15. A young man riding in a van became my crush. He was lean and dark-haired and always had a smoke before getting back in the car. Several times a week food was delivered to the “Mehrbachstübchen”. The restaurant was known for German cuisine and hamburgers. I liked the old fashioned and rustic decor. Often I sat outside the pub, drank a coke and waited for my aunt. We often went to the Mehrbach, for example to the sculpture park near Hasselbach.
I would rather sit in front of the “Mehrbachstübchen” and wait for the conscious young guy to show himself. I wish I knew what his name was. He had noticed me long ago, there was no mistaking it. No wonder, the way I devoured him with the looks. One day, he stopped by me briefly after the delivery, pulled out the pack of cigarettes, and asked, “Do you smoke yet?” I shook my head and realized I was blushing. Grinning, he lit one up. “My name’s Benny, what’s yours?” “Helen.” “See you then, Helen.” The driver was already calling impatiently for him.
All I could think about was Benny
Morning and evening, wherever I walked or stood: Benny was constantly in front of my eyes. I admit, I even saw him naked. Imagined me stroking his cock before he passionately came all over me. I haven’t had any sexual experience. There was once the one or other kiss, and a classmate had already stroked my bosom. Ever since that brief conversation with Benny, I’d been having wet dreams. Of course, all sorts of romantic ideas were running through my head. Until marriage, honestly. But first and foremost I was horny for him – seen from today’s perspective. Back in my Westerwald holidays I thought it was the great love, what I felt.
So I continued to sit in front of the “Mehrbachstübchen” in the morning to wait for the delivery truck. Benny wasn’t always there, and then I trotted off to my aunt’s cottage, deeply saddened. She noticed my change, but I kept my secret. Anyway, it never occurred to me how easy I was to figure out. I only wished to be intimate with Benny and loved by him for all eternity. But I had not yet lost my innocence.
Sex premiere in the Westerwald
One day it was time, everything worked like clockwork. Benny roared up alone in the van, so he was already 18. He casually sauntered up and asked, “Will you help me unload?” “There’s no one inside yet,” I said. “Never mind, I have a key to the store. You carry the light stuff, I’ll carry the boxes. Come on, come on in.” This boy brooked no argument, that was for sure. And it made a big impression on me.
I followed Benny to the van and dutifully kept behind him until he unlocked the front door to the “Mehrbachstübchen”. Luckily I had my sexy red and white ringleted shirt on today, it sat tight over my tits. Benny set the boxes down outside the kitchen and took me by the hand. “I think you’re totally cute, you know that, Helen?” My voice trembled, “I love you too, Benny!” Then he pulled me close and kissed me. I can hardly find words for how that first kiss in the Westerwald stirred me up.
Benny pushed me onto one of the benches in the guest room. I felt his hard cock against my back and his fingers on my breasts. He twirled my nipples and rubbed his prick against me. I feared I would keel over with excitement, just heard myself groan. Instinctively, I grabbed my crotch. My shorts felt damp between my legs. All at once Benny gave a low yelp. “I have to go, I’ll be here alone again in the morning. Then we’ll fuck, even if you’re still a virgin!” He pulled me out of the house by the hand and left me alone.
That’s how I lost my virginity
O du schööööner Westerwald, how often I heard this old song in Forstmehren, but for me the Westerwald was suddenly not so beautiful anymore. On the one hand, I felt something like pride that Benny was into me. On the other hand, I missed the romance. I had to come up with those myself. Because it was clear that I would be ready for my seducer the next morning.
Already an hour earlier than usual I sat in my most beautiful summer dress in front of the “Mehrbachstübchen”. Benny also came earlier than expected. He beamed at me: “Well, let’s go, Helen.” In the parlor, he took off my dress and opened my bra. “I dreamed of your boobs. The hottest hooters from the Westerwald.” I guess that was supposed to be a compliment. I opened his jeans and took out his already hard cock, grabbed first tentatively, then more firmly.
Benny was in a hurry and penetrated me without further foreplay. In no time I had lost my innocence and a lot of sperm ran out of me. “You’re really hot for your age,” Benny said before making his way out of the dust. Beautiful Westerwald my ass, I felt cheated out of a mind blowing experience. From now on, I stayed out of Benny’s way.
I had irretrievably lost my innocence
How many times before I had dreamed that a romantic man would deflower me with great tenderness. So now this rather insensitive Benny had done the deed. He didn’t seem particularly impressed with me. I found that very hurtful – and my vacation was far from over.
Should I be looking at another guy now? Pretty young guys were not exactly a dime a dozen in Forstmehren. I first relied on my observation post in front of the “Mehrbachstübchen”. Maybe someone happened to come by and notice me again.
Helen is a lucky girl
That I had lost my innocence so lovelessly gnawed at me. My body had awakened, but my soul could not shake off the sadness. When I stroked my pearl and imagined an exciting lover à la Harry Styles, I heard myself sigh longingly. My aunt was already inquiring if I was missing anything. “You’re skulking around like a tranny,” she remarked.
Fortunately, fate had mercy on me. A disappointed teenager who had just lost her virginity became a young girl in love within a few hours. And it happened like this: A motorcycle rolled into the parking lot of the pub. On it sat the driver Tommy (father) and on the back seat Moritz (son). When he took off his helmet and ran it through his reddish hair, it was all over me. He looked over at me, his gaze lingered on my well-developed boobs, and his jaw literally dropped.
Suddenly everything went very fast
I did not follow them to the “Mehrbachstübchen”, where I had so hastily lost my virginity. I didn’t have to, because Moritz came out again shortly afterwards. He had two helmets with him and made a questioning head movement toward the machine. I nodded, put on a helmet, climbed into the back seat. As I had seen it in movies, I embraced his upper body and pressed tightly against him.
Half an hour later we lay together in the grass and kissed each other for what felt like minutes. I was already in seventh heaven, and Moritz was obviously on his way there as well. His hands clasped my breasts and my nipples became hard between his fingers. When he pulled down my jeans, I felt the moisture between my thighs.
How good that Helen has already lost her innocence
For a moment I was directly grateful to Benny, because now I could totally enjoy being with Moritz. He didn’t do that much different than Benny, but he was much more intense about it. With him, I experienced real intimacy – and got to know my own desire all over again. Finally I could suck a cock and live out my lust for it. Moritz seemed very impressed by my blowjob. “Well, I guess you didn’t just lose your virginity yesterday either.” It didn’t sound like an accusation. If he knew…
I can’t put it any other way than this: what was happening with Moritz felt like pure happiness to me. Even with him, it remained a one-time experience, but at least one that I always think back to without a stale feeling. In the Westerwald I lost my innocence with Benny and enjoyed moments of pure bliss with Moritz.
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