Footjob From Noreen;Touched For The First Time

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I had a late and awkward sexual awakening. See "Strip Poker With Marta and Noreen" and "My First Masturbation". Though I did not have vaginal sex until age 24, there were several sexually charged events along the way. 

The stories I post are true, though names, places, and time-line are mildly obscured for anonymity. 

Noreen and I were stationed on a naval air station. I was a Corpsman, she was a Dental Tech. Noreen was a late-20s Filipina who lived in a beach-side apartment, paid for by an older (and married) boyfriend who was rarely around.  She was a petite 4-10, with large C-cup breasts, and the most amazing legs and ass.  Though extremely shy around girls, I was at ease with her. Noreen's status as "off-limits" kept my shyness and hormones in check. This event took place a few weeks after the strip-poker game.  Though she had seen me naked, by now, the awkwardness was only mild. She had teased me, mildly about it. The shyness wasn't debilitating. Again, it was because of her age and relationship status. 

Lunch by the Beach:

We were wearing service-white uniforms, me in trousers, Noreen in a skirt. We had taken our lunch to go and were eating in my van, parked by the beach. The view was amazing. It's something we did often. After eating, Noreen turned the Captain's chair (large adjustable chair in a customized van) sideways, to face me. Complaining about how much she had been standing that morning, she layed back, slipped off her shoes and placed her stockinged feet in my lap. *This was not something she had ever done. "Come on, rub them. I'm so exhausted." Her eyes closed, she did look tired.

I had hardly ever touched a girl, so I was nervous and shaking a bit as I picked  up her foot and began squeezing. I worked the arch, toes, ankle and even her calf.  She moaned and sighed with genuine relief.  Her eyes still closed. She exhaled, "Oh you're good."

After around 10 minutes, I placed the first foot down, giving it a quick tickle before picking up the second foot. Noreen opened her eyes for a second and giggled. As I massaged the second foot, I could feel the one in my lap moving.  It massaged my groin ever so slowly. The rubbing was so slow and mild, I did not know if it was intentional. At the same time, her legs seemed to part slightly, though I could not see up her skirt. 

My penis began growing.  I was enjoying this.  My gaze was shifting back and forth from Noreen's face, to her legs, and to the foot on my crotch. Though I could not see much beyond the hem of her skirt, that is where I focused my stare. Suddenly, Noreen's eyes pop open. Slightly loud and mildly upset Noreen shouted, "Are you staring up my skirt?"  I let go of her foot.  "Sorry. No!" I said. Shaking and shamed.

Appearing slightly angry, her feet rubbed my groin harder.  Referring to my growing erection, "What is this?!" She continued with a grin, "What do you think you're going to see?" She raised her skirt, showing panty-hose covered panties. With a mischievous grin she said, "Oh see, nothing to see here!."  But there was.  

Even a virgin like me knew about vaginal moisture.  The wetness in her white panties was obvious. I was a bit excited that my touch may have aroused her.  Noreen blushed when she realized I could see it. She stuttered an, "Oops" and gave a nervous giggle, but did not lower the skirt. My cock was now rock-hard under my clothes. Noreen's feet rubbed it harder. I looked at Noreen's beautiful face. She was now smilimg warmly. I stared at her body and the wet spot of her panties. A wonderful wave of warmth flowed through my body as it lost control.  I ejaculated hard into my pants, flooding them. There was so much semen, it seeped through the fabric. It was the first time a girl had made me cum. Bliss. I wanted more.

"Oh my gosh! Ray!"  "Look at the time!"  We did our best to clean ourselves and get back to the clinic.  We both put on lab-coats to hide any embarrassing stains.

Stay tuned for one last story with Noreen.

Best, Ray