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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is the (true) tale of the next step on my long journey to where I find myself today, please comment – feedback both good and bad is equally welcome.
Following my experience with Deborah, I spent some time trying to deny to myself how much I had enjoyed the experience, telling myself it had been a one-off experiment never to be repeated. Nice idea in theory, but I found myself still picking up the odd copy of the Free Ads newspaper and scanning the Contacts section ... “just out of curiosity”, obviously! The problem was that whenever I did so, I also found myself becoming aroused, and invariably wanking myself furiously. Clearly my curiosity wasn’t satisfied!
So inevitably, I ended up replying to a few of the ads, mostly to no avail, but then eventually I did receive a reply. An exchange of communication ensued, and thus I found myself a couple of weeks later leaving work, getting in the car and driving to a car park at a local beauty spot. As I recall, it was Autumn and the light was becoming dusky as I arrived. There was no one else there and as this was the age before widespread mobile use I just had to wait. I was about 15 minutes early in any case, so I sat and waited with a mix of nervousness and excitement. I do remember that my cock was hard, and I was gently stroking it through the material of my work trousers.
At precisely the time we had arranged to meet, a car pulled into the car park, a red Ford, as Pat had described, and pulled up about 20 feet from my car. I looked over and saw the driver was slim with a dark bob hairstyle, bright red lips and large framed girly glasses. We exchanged glances, and I saw a flash of white teeth as the driver of the Ford smiled at me. I got out of my car and walked over towards her, her driver’s window rolled down as I did so. “Hello, you must be Pat” I said trying to sound casual and confident. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and Pat then exited her car. She was wearing a red silky, satin blouse with a black clingy mini skirt and her long slim legs were clad in sheer black nylon (I so hoped they were stockings!). As my gaze continued downwards, I saw she was wearing impossibly high black patent strappy sandals. I made a polite appreciative comment, to which Pat gave a twirl then smiled at me. She then said “Well, let’s see what you have for me” and reaching forward stroked her hand up and down my crotch, gently squeezing my by now throbbing hard on.
I responded by placing my hand between Pat’s legs and gently stroked my palm up and down her inner thigh. It was at this point I discovered that she was indeed wearing stockings. I must have given a gasp as I felt the top of the stockings and the suspender strap because Pat said to me “Ooh you like them don’t you, you naughty boy”. I muttered that I did, and continued stroking. I was now in a quandary, my hand was up a TV’s skirt, and I knew what was inside her pants, but was I brave enough to go there? In all my fantasising, I had never actually addressed that issue with myself, and now here I was having to make the decision. I went down the easy route, and as I continued stroking Pat I let my hand wander to the bare flesh above her stocking tops allowing the back of my hand to come into contact with Pat’s panties. I remember feeling the silkiness of the material, and could feel that the material was full ... oh my God; I was touching another pair of balls for the first time in my life!
Pat pulled me close, and I felt her hand caressing the back of my neck, as she breathed in my ear. Her other hand was by now grasping my cock and wanking me through the fabric of my trousers. My head was spinning, I was so incredibly aroused. Almost in a trance I found my hand moving up, rubbing the front of Pat’s silky panties – and there it was, I could feel her erect cock pressing against the palm of my hand through the soft material. I followed Pat’s lead and took hold of it through her panties, and began to gently stroke up and down. “That’s it, rub my clitty darling” Pat whispered in my ear, then gently nibbled my earlobe as she quietly gasped and moaned. This took me by surprise, it had never even occurred to me that a word like “clitty” would be used to describe a cock, but it did actually help me out, it allowed me to overcome some of my earlier confusion – by using a more feminine word, it actually feminised what I was holding in my hand. Hooray, I was not gay after all!! It was not till much later in life I had learned to accept that such labels don’t really hold any relevance.
We stood stroking each other for a few minutes, when Pat then said “Come with me” She grabbed a blanket from her car, took me by the hand and led me down a narrow footpath leading into some woods alongside the car park. A short distance in, and the path opened into a small grassy clearing. Pat spread the blanket on the ground then turned and kissed me on the lips. I hadn’t been prepared for that, but after my initial shock I relaxed and soon our tongues were pushing against each other. As we stood and kissed I felt Pat’s fingers unzip my flies and deftly remove my straining cock from my pants. The kissing continued passionately, as Pat took me in her hand and pulled my foreskin back. The feeling was wonderful, we kissed, she slowly wanked me, and I let my hand drift behind her. I slid my hand up under her skirt and stroked her tight sexy bum through her panties. The sensation of the silky material sliding against her smooth skin felt so erotic.
I was in heaven; I had never been so turned on in my life! Just as I was thinking things couldn’t get any better, I felt my trousers and pants pulled down, she had clearly managed to undo them without my realising. In the same movement, Pat knelt down and took me in her mouth, looking up into my eyes as she did so. I saw her red (by now slightly smudged) lips slide down the length of my cock, not stopping till her nose was touching my pubes. She had taken my full length into her mouth, I couldn’t believe it - before then I had only heard of deep throat as the title of a porn movie (which I hadn’t seen), and here in front of me it was happening for real, with my own penis! I knew I was very close to ejaculating, and Pat must have sensed it too because she stopped very quickly, and told me to lie down on the blanket. I did as I was told, and in no time at all my trousers, pants, shoes and socks were removed. I lay back, and Pat slowly undid the buttons of my shirt exposing my chest, which she kissed and stroked. “Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked. “Oh yes” I replied, “I am loving it”. We kissed some more, and as we did Pat took me in her hand again, slowly stroking, keeping me rock hard. My hands again found her smooth sexy bum and I stroked, relishing its smoothness.
Pat started to kiss my chest, then moved down to my stomach gradually getting lower, but when she reached my groin, she by passed my cock and began kissing my thighs. She then pushed my legs so that my knees were up in front of my chest, and I felt her fingers caressing my bum cheeks. She must have felt me tense because she smiled at me and told me to relax. I felt her fingers tickling me between my cheeks, and I had to admit to myself it did feel wonderful. Pat then told me to get on all fours, I remember telling her I didn’t want to, I wasn’t ready for that and she replied “I am not going to fuck you, if that is what you are worried about. Relax I think you might enjoy this.” I did as I was told but I remember feeling very apprehensive, and my erection subsided. Once in position, I felt my cheeks being parted and I began to feel rather scared. There then followed a strange sensation, which I realised was Pat blowing on me between my cheeks. I was a strange sensation, but it certainly had the effect of making me hard again. And then, oh my God, and then! I felt the most fantastically pleasurable feeling I had ever experienced. Pat slid her tongue between my cheeks, licking over my hole and the feeling blew my mind. I knew I was gasping and moaning out loud, I could not control myself. I squirmed and writhed and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I was rooted to the spot; my entire world had reduced to that one sensitive spot, and what was being done to it. As if that wasn’t enough, I then felt my cheeks pulled apart further, and Pat’s tongue slid inside causing the sensations to become even more intense. I remained on all fours on the blanket being rimmed for what seemed like an eternity, moaning and crying out. I truly felt as if I was going to pass out!
Eventually Pat came up for air and I collapsed onto the blanket. She rolled me onto my back and knelt next to me “I told you to trust me” she said and all I could do was smile. She placed her hand on my swollen cock and gently played with it, her other hand moving to her own stiff clitty which was by now sticking out through the leg of her panties, her smooth balls hanging below. She took my hand and placed it around her erection, and I found myself slowly stroking up and down. She was smaller than me, but incredibly hard and I was surprised at how natural it felt for me to be stroking someone else’s cock.
Pat then reached into her handbag and produced a condom. To my relief she started to roll it onto me – if she had put it on herself I would have run a mile! She then produced another sachet, which turned out to be lube which she rubbed over my rubber sheathed cock, and then applied to herself. “Honey I am so turned on now, I need you inside me” she said as she positioned herself above me. She squatted over me, facing towards me and lowered herself onto me. I felt her tight arse sliding down my erection, until I was completely inside her. Initially I lay there motionless, looking up at Pat as she rocked up and down on me. I could see her hard clitty above my belly and reached forwards to take hold of it as she rode me. I began stroking, watching as the skin slid back and forth over the smooth purple head. As I became more used to the idea I found the experience of wanking someone else extremely horny. I started pushing up with my hips to match Pat’s motions which made her gasp and we were soon fucking furiously, with my hand pulling on her clitty faster and faster. Pat told me she was about to come, which excited me incredibly. She threw her head back and suddenly I was rewarded with a warm sensation across the back of my hand, and onto my stomach. She gave three or four strong spurts, and I could see her creamy cum had splattered as far as my chest. This had the effect of making me thrust harder and faster, and then I too was enjoying my orgasm, shooting my load into the condom. I do recall being mildly surprised at how warm her cream felt on my hand.
Pat dismounted, and I honestly remember hearing a plop as I slid out of her. She then leant forward and licked her cum from off my body before taking my hand and sucking her juice from my fingers. She kissed me gently on the lips, and thanked me. I thanked her too and told her what a wonderful experience it had been. We stayed on the blanket for some time after that, chatting about our other experiences, - primarily hers, because at that time I didn’t have that much to contribute! It was during that conversation that I learned of fetish clubs and gay bars, and also dogging and cottaging. All of which intrigued me, and all of which sowed a seed in my mind which over time would come to bear fruit (which are tales for another time!) |
