They say songs and smells often invoke the deepest memories. I recently heard one of my favourite songs from my teenage years on the radio – We’ve Got Tonight by Bob Seger. A great song about a one-night stand, but tender and beautifully written. This is the true memory it brought back so vividly.
Her name was Barbara. She was 19 and I was 21. We met by chance when I volunteered to help out at a Christmas party run by a charity for kids with disabilities. She was a full time carer at the local residential Children’s Home and had a staff apartment in the grounds for use at weekends when she was on call. The party was held in the back room of a local pub. It was a great afternoon watching the kids have fun and then getting some gifts from Father Christmas. Babs, as she liked to be called, was clearly a natural with these kids and so tuned in to their needs. I was just doing my best! As the afternoon turned to evening, the kids started leaving and we began to clear up the mess of leftover food and mostly trashed Christmas decorations. We chatted about her work, and I really admired her dedication to those kids.
When we finished cleaning up, I asked her if she would like to go for a drink and was delighted when she accepted with a smile. She had a lovely smile. She was your typical “girl next door” type. Pleasing to look at in every way but difficult to describe. Nothing distinguishing. Average height, 5’ 4ish, average build, no extra pounds but not thin. 34C at a guess, shoulder length light brown hair, bubbly personality. We sat in the bar and talked for a couple of hours over several drinks until we were both well chilled but nowhere near drunk. It turned out I knew some of her schoolfriends from a few years back. Typical small-town stuff. I had been away at university until recently so had lost touch with most of my local friends and was glad of the company. Before we knew it “last orders “were being called. (Remember when pubs closed at 11pm my British readers?) We got up to leave and I thanked her for a great evening and thought I would try my luck at a proper date, so I asked her if she would like to meet up again. I was taken by surprise, but really pleased, when she boldly asked me back to her apartment. She made it absolutely clearthis was a onetime deal. Did I accept? Is the Pope Catholic?
We got a taxi back to her place, saying little in front of the driver, but both knowing what was happening. Hands were discretley roaming over thighs and crotch areas. We both had tight jeans on. My cock was already straining for freedom, her legs parted at my touch. By the time we got to the apartment it was one of those classic “can’t get our clothes off fast enough” scenarios, whichwas quite amusing in hindsight, given that her jeans were so tight I literally had to tug them down her legs. (Remember sitting in the bath, shrink fitting your jeans? Got to love the 70’s!) I have such a vivid memory of her laying on the floor, topless with her pale green panties just about covering her pussy and laughing her head off as I struggled to get them off. She lay there in justher panties looking gorgeous and watching me as I finished undressing. My cock was so pleased to be free it jumped up like a spring and almost slapped me on the belly. I didn’t waste any time dropping to my knees and tugging down those panties. She opened her legs wide and showed me her extremely wet pussy. I leaned forward and kissed up her thigh until I felt the tickle of her sparse bush. I could smell her scent but bypassed her pussy and moved up her belly to latch on to her nipple. She pulled my head into her breast with one hand and found my balls with her other, squeezing and kneeding them in her fingers. It was probably just as well she hadn’t grabbed my cock. I was so aroused it would have been all over very quickly! I moved back down to her pussy and dived in. I remember she had quite a strong scent. I was not that experienced in oral sex but was loving every minute of learning her response to the exploration of each fold and her hardening button. She certainly let me know when I was doing it right, but just as I thought she was going to cum she stopped me and then came another stunner!
Suddenly she was on her hands and knees with her arse facing me. She looked back over her shoulder at me and just said, “Slap me hard”. Whoa, this was way outside my experience, and I froze. She said it again. “Slap me hard, NOW”. Eventually I raised my hand and gave her a tap on the bum. “Much harder,” she almost cried. So I went for it and slapped each bum cheek a couple of times quite hard. “Oh god yes” she said. “Keep going”. So, I did as I was told, still not quite believing what was going on. After maybe 10 slaps her cheeks were getting pretty red, and she was breathing hard. “Keep going harder and finger my clit,” she hissed, and I obliged. She was unbelievably wet, and my fingers slid around and into her as well as circling her clit. I was starting to get off on this kinkiness!! About a minute later, she let out one final animal like groan and collapsed in a heap. She must have lay there for a couple of minutes hardly moving. Then slowly she got to her knees and gave me the mother of all passionate kisses before hitting me with that lovely smile again, but this time it was just filthy with lust. She grabbed my cock and started pumping me, before devouring me with her mouth. Oh God it was heaven, but by that stage I had lost all control and within 30 seconds or so, I was spurting into her mouth.
We found our way to her sofa and snuggled up. I had so many questions about what just happened but didn’t really know where to begin. She broke the ice by just saying,” Thank you for that” with her cheeky grin back again. She wandered off to the kitchen to get us a drink. Her arse cheeks were still bright red. When she got back, she talked to me as we sipped our drinks. When she was 13, her mother had caught her masturbating. She had been close to cumming and was very aroused. Her mother had called her a dirty bitch and slapped her hard which only served to tip her over the edge. Her mother slapped her again and left her witha very sore arse and a blissful post orgasmic glow. So it had developed over the years, firstly with her slapping herself, then with boyfriends when she was old enough, if she could persuade them to do it. She said quite a few had refused and called her pervy. Well, it sure as hell surprised me but I was so aroused and she so obviously wanted it, that I’m glad I obliged.
I spent the night at her apartment, and we did play around some more but in the morning, she did remind me of the one time deal and, although disappointed, I kissed her goodbye and left. As it turned out, I would get together with Babs again, but that was a few years later and another story.
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