Hide The Petal

One of my earliest encounters with a girl was in my teenage years.  She was a lot older than me, probably nearer 16, but we ‘played’ together for a couple of days.

I can only think she was very, very horny….and needed some help?

There was a new house being built near my usual stomping ground and I decided to explore the site.

As I sneaked around, I looked in the downstairs windows to see if there was anyone around.  

It was clear, so I headed in.  Still as quiet as a mouse, I went up the stairs.

I was about to enter the first room when I noticed the girl.  She was a stranger, but what was even stranger was the way she was standing.  She was crouched forward with one hand pressed against the wall to keep her upright.  Her other hand was thrusting up and down, inside the front of her trousers.

I watched for a few seconds and decided to move closer to get a better look.  The light footed adventurer, turned into a heavy footed oaf - and I was rumbled.  She looked up shocked, and stood bolt upright.

“Who are you?” She asked, “Why are you sneaking around here?”

“I was just looking around.” I replied “What were you doing?”  

“Nothing” she snapped.  “I was doing nothing.”

We started to talk and I found out that the girl was visiting her grandparents with her mum. They’d been here nearly two weeks and were due to go back home in a couple of days.  The novelty of the visit had gone for her, and through her boredom she’d decided she’d go a walk.  And ended up in the building.

As she relaxed she started to show a far more friendlier side and after a while, she asked if I wanted to play a game.

“Do you want to play ‘hide the petal’? She asked.

I’d never heard of the game before, but I was happy to go along.

She pulled a small piece of paper from her pocket and said “We’ll use this instead of a petal.”

The idea of the game was simple; one of us would would cover our eyes while the other hid the ‘petal’.  Then, the other person had to find it.

As you got closer to where the petal was you’d be told you’re getting ‘hotter’.  If you’re going the wrong way, you’d be ‘colder’.

Simple enough and after a few runs at at I’d became pretty familiar with her trouser pockets!

And then things took a dramatic turn.  She started to hide the petal…..INSIDE her clothes.

While I was still going vanilla…pockets, trouser waistline…..she was encouraging me to touch flesh.

I tried to slip my hand under her top but it was too awkward with her jacket, pullover and blouse.  She removed the jacket and pullover.

As I tried to slip my hand between the buttons, she responded by opening the top three buttons.  Her bra was in full view and I was goggled eyed as I took in the view.  Her eyes met mine, she just smiled.

As I slid my hand up her flat stomach she told me I was warmer.  When I slid my hand over her bra…..I was colder.  I retraced my movement. ‘Warmer’ when I was on the flesh, ‘colder’ when I was touching material.

“It’s inside” she said.

I just stared at her bra.  I couldn’t put my hand in there, could I?

As I dithered, she took a hold of my hand, lifted her bra….and pushed my hand under the material.

I was shocked, embarrassed, but I was also excited.

As my hand covered her small, firm breast, I could feel the solid nipple slipping between my fingers.  I felt around to see if I could locate the ‘petal’, but it wasn’t there.

“Am I warmer?” I asked, oblivious to the fact that she was enjoying the sensation of my innocent hand caressing her breast.

“Keep looking” was all she said.

So I did.  I just kept slipping my hand up, down, around…..and I could hear her breathing grow heavier as I ‘searched’.

I watched her head roll backwards, mouth open….as she let out a slow sigh.

“I can’t find it.” 

She stopped and looked at me.  Without breaking her stare she lifted her bra, revealing both breasts.

They looked beautiful.  “Keep touching both of them like you were doing.”

So I did as I was told.

I touched, and she sighed and moaned and smiled.

She reached down and started to unbutton her trousers.  And then she pushed her hand down them, and the moaning, sighing and smiling grew.

Her breathing quickened and then she started push forward, making me step back a little.

“Keep going.” She breathed.  So I did

A few moments later she ordered me to “Squeeze them”. 

I squeezed them.

Her hand thrust more and more, and then she started to orgasm.  I know that now, at the time I was clueless, but it seemed fun so I kept squeezing.

She started to relax, and we settled down again.

With her breasts still on view, she smiled at me.

“Your turn if you want?”

“Sure”

Before I could do anything, she’d pulled me closer and was pushing her hand down my pants.  I stood frozen as she cupped my balls.  She gently pulled on my cock…..but there was no reaction.  I enjoyed the sensation, but there was no erection, no explosion of seed….nothing - to young and innocent.

After a while pulled her hand out.

“I have to go home now, will you be here tomorrow?” She asked.

“Sure” and we agreed to meet tomorrow at the same time.

Over the next two days we met up.

We played ‘hide the petal’, and I got to touch her breasts, tweet her nipples and rub between her legs.  She taught me what to do, and how to do it. Faster, slower, harder, gentler.  I got good at it, she told me I was good at it.

Then, I wasn’t sure what I was really doing.  I just wish we’d met a few years later.  I’m sure ‘hide the petal’ would have taken a few more dramatic turns!