First Time

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From a Catholic girl


I was born in a Catholic home in Wisconsin. My father worked in a machine shop and my mom was a part time waitress. They sent me to a Catholic School for girls for my last four years of high school. Later I went to Catholic college in the next county.

We slept in barracks like quarters-12 to 16 girls in two rows of beds (cots). We were punished if we used a swear word (both in high school and college). I never learned to swear and I knew zero about sex.

I graduated and did not marry. They wanted all of us to become nuns I think. At age 23 I went out into the world and got a job over in ILL in Chicago. I worked there for three years in the typing pool. We each had a little wooded walled cubical. Pounded away at the keys all day.

I didn't get to know many of the girls-the super was a man and pretty strict. Mean might be a better word. After six years I saw an ad in a Los Angeles newspaper somebody had brought in. I answered and was hired.

I took the train to LA and started work in a large Aerospace firm as a steno to a Director.

After about three months I walked by the side door of another Director's office. It was supposed to be locked as there were about 20 file cabinets inside. I walked in to make sure the key was still hanging in the next office and I heard a noise.

Sandra, who worked for the director was at the end of the room near the corner. She had her dress up and was moving her hand rapidly inside her panties. She was moaning and I could not figure out what she was doing. She had her eyes shut and a strange smile on her face-almost painful. I watched from behind the file cabinet still trying to figure out what was going on. Finally she stopped and adjusted her clothes. She was breathing hard and her face was flushed.

My heart was beating fast. I backed away carefully making no sound and carefully pulled the door shut behind me-guiding it with my fingers so as not to make a noise.

I went home that night and after eating supper I went to my bedroom and took my clothes off-I tried to remember what she was doing. I touched myself and felt guilty. Then I remembered the noises she was making and the odd painful smile on her face. I moved my finger back and forth. I must have hit something by accident as all of a sudden I let out a little moan and my eyes automatically shut-I kept moving my hand faster and faster.

It is a good thing I lived alone in a little one bedroom duplex in west LA. There were no close neighbors. I kept moving faster and faster. My arm was tired so I placed my left hand on top of my right hand and helped it move. That was fantastic. The pressure did it. All of a sudden there was a fantastic feeling like an electrical shock all over my body and eminating from my groin. I passed out.

I came too (I don't know how long I was out) and I just had to do the same thing again. This time I started with both hands. Fantastic.

Now I do myself a couple of times a week-even at my age. I am retired and have plenty of time to rest 'in between'




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