A Simple Wank.

Looking back, it made me feel like the first time I drove a car with no-one beside me….a position of trust that had a mixture of fear mixed in. 

I was in what, years later, would become my woodland. The boy was one of the six boys admitted to what was previously an all-girls school. It was late in the summer term and as I recall, a blisteringly hot afternoon. We had walked through the wood and poked fun at one another, until he said “Well, at least girls don’t get spontaneous erections in the warm weather, and he had shown me the impressive bulge in his pants. 

Actually, I’d been flirting outrageously with him, making damn sure he saw up my kilt when we climbed over a style, and unbuttoning my shirt so that even a casual glance showed my small but exquisitely shaped boobs which, I may add, were bra-less. 

I’d even teased him about his boner until finally I said something like “You can’t go home like that.” He let me unzip him which, I learned later, is an enormous act of trust for a boy. Brass zippers are no respecter of the delicate skin of a cock! Fishing it out from his boxers was surprisingly messy. For a moment I thought he’d already cum, but no, this was just voluminous amounts of pre-cum.

I knew how to wank him…I think I instinctively knew what to do with a cock. Either that or what I was doing was right anyway. I remember being really sure that the hardness of it must hurt him but it plainly didn’t. He leaned against me, put his hand down my shirt and copped a feel of my boob. 

I got my hand covered in his pre-cum, but feeling him tense up as he got to the point was wonderful….and, being outdoors, he could just let his ejaculation happen. No need to try and contain it in a handkerchief or toilet paper. It was really explosive too. To think, that’s what would happen inside me! My cervix would take the full brunt of this shower of semen. 

Well, of course I was standing there in soaking wet undies! You can’t wank a boy off and remain aloof…not if you’re bi-sexual. Bless him, he did try to get me off too, but he had no idea what was where down there, and clearly thought my pee hole was my clit and he went at it so hard and fast I became sore. 

Back home though, I had the evidence of my encounter in the crotch of my panties. They looked and smelled wonderful! Now, Simon might not have known where anything was, but I sure as fuck did. I remember having one of my first standing wanks that day. There’s something incredibly erotic about masturbating standing up. Maybe it’s partly because your pelvis curls forward in a position not normally adopted by a girl, or maybe it’s because it just felt dirty, I don’t really know. What I do know is that the resultant orgasm was different to ones I have lying down, and watching myself squirt into my own panties was a delight! 

It was fun wanking him off….and smelling him on my fingers all evening. I never did get the chance to teach him how to get a girl off, but then, he wasn’t the only one.