Hi,
"Once in a Lifetime" ..yes it is a story from the past. How did I get here?
It all started one hot summer evening, thirty-six years ago. As a teenager, I was, like all young boys, rather awkward and naive.
The music was loud and the room was full of strangers. Before I knew what was happening, I was locked in an embrace with a girl. My hand had wandered under her dress, over the top of her panty hose and into her panties. Her warm furry bush, the first I had ever felt seemed like an unexplored forest.
In less than a minute, we were in an un-occupied bedroom, struggling to remove clothing. We struggled, her panties and panty hose came off, as did my trousers and boxers. We did not allow ourselves time to remove more.
The warm summer air played over our legs as we lay on the bed, the small hairs on both pairs intermingling and causing the already heightened senses to intensify.
She was wet; I was hard. I entered her as if I had been doing it all my life. As it was my first time, I climaxed after a few dozen deep and meaningful thrusts, and collapsed breathless and shuddering.
After one or two minutes, she asked, "Do you think you could manage that again?"
No longer a virgin, I felt different. I tried to maintain a relationship with the girl, but it was not to be. This made me sad, but was all for the best as we will see...
"Once in a Lifetime" ..yes it is a story from the past. How did I get here?
It all started one hot summer evening, thirty-six years ago. As a teenager, I was, like all young boys, rather awkward and naive.
The music was loud and the room was full of strangers. Before I knew what was happening, I was locked in an embrace with a girl. My hand had wandered under her dress, over the top of her panty hose and into her panties. Her warm furry bush, the first I had ever felt seemed like an unexplored forest.
In less than a minute, we were in an un-occupied bedroom, struggling to remove clothing. We struggled, her panties and panty hose came off, as did my trousers and boxers. We did not allow ourselves time to remove more.
The warm summer air played over our legs as we lay on the bed, the small hairs on both pairs intermingling and causing the already heightened senses to intensify.
She was wet; I was hard. I entered her as if I had been doing it all my life. As it was my first time, I climaxed after a few dozen deep and meaningful thrusts, and collapsed breathless and shuddering.
After one or two minutes, she asked, "Do you think you could manage that again?"
No longer a virgin, I felt different. I tried to maintain a relationship with the girl, but it was not to be. This made me sad, but was all for the best as we will see...