How I was introduced to the ways of pleasing women. First installment.
I was a bit of a late developer not having a serious girlfriend until I was 16. Before that just early teenage fumblings with friends (boys and girls). Obviously us hormonal teenage boys were experts in female anatomy having studied such things as our mother's mail order shopping catalogues....lingerie section...and the odd copy of naturist magazines that we purloined. The piece de resistance being a leaflet stolen from my sister's Tampax box showing how to insert a tampon. So there we were, suitably qualified to spend hours drawing pictures of pussies years before ever seeing one in the flesh.
My girlfriend, Hilary, was the same age as me, just as experienced! So we started on our journey of exploration. Early encounters obviously involved kissing, touching outside of clothing, stroking and squeezing each other’s bits and pieces before actually laying hands on bare flesh. Eventually it was time to take things further so I asked my mum if Hilary could spend the weekend at home. With her parents consent of course. This was agreed after a comprehensive list of rules and regulations were formulated. Basically this boiled down to separate bedrooms and definitely no creeping about during the night. This was Monday so all systems go for Friday when we would come home together on the school bus and do our weekends homework in the dining room and commence a weekend of strictly chaperoned togetherness.
On Tuesday evening my mum asked me to run an errand for her. Horny 16 year old boys don’t like running errands for their mum. However she asked me to get my bike out and take a letter over to my Aunty Josie’s. And be back before dark. This changed things. Aunty Jo was my mum's younger sister, very attractive always wore revealing clothes and was cheekily flirty with boys and men alike. The subject of several raunchy wanking sessions after visiting her. I might get to look down her cleavage. Off I went.
It was about a half an hour's bike ride and I was off like the wind. Half way there the heavens opened and I got drenched so I let myself in to the kitchen all wet and cold and bedraggled and called out for my Aunty. I don’t think she was wearing anything out of the ordinary but she still looked gorgeous to me. With shivering hand I passed over the soggy letter. She opened the letter, looked at me, read it, looked at me again and said right, you can’t go home in that state. You’d better get in the shower and I’ll get you some clean clothes. I was the same size as my cousin so this wasn’t a problem. Oh, by the way she said....your uncle and cousin won’t be back until very late.
She led me through in to the bathroom switched on the shower and told me to get in. She would wait outside and I was to pass my wet clothes to her and she would put fresh ones by the door. My mind was racing, my cock stirring and I was trying to convince myself that this was going to be something special. When obviously I knew all I was having was a shower and dry clothes.
Still, I could dream. And then the words that ruined a perfectly good hard on. Don’t you dare make a sticky mess on my shower screen.
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