Sunday Afternoon, Young And In Love

This was the defining sexual experience of my youth. I have had many superior episodes since, that are worthy of this blog, but this one lingers on in my memory as if it were yesterday. 

I was 17, she was 16. I was athletic, 6'1", 200 lbs of solid muscle, brown hair, brown eyes, tanned from being a lifeguard all summer long.. She was 5'6", 110 lbs, blonde, blue eyes, a "daddy's girl", stunningly gorgeous and extremely sexy.. Vital dimensions later. 

We had been going steady for about a year and were so much in love. When we were with each other, the world seemed to disappear, and there was only us, the rest of life swirled around us as we were entwined as one beautiful soul. Our emotional connection was almost supernatural. She truly loved me and I truly loved her. I remember building the courage to whisper, "I love you," in her ear while slow dancing. A week later, she returned the compliment. We were both ecstatic. We could just look at each other for hours.

Of course, at that age, in the 1960's, we were wholly naive about sex, neither of us had any previous experience, none, zero. She was my first kiss and I hers. We were determined to wait until we were married to "do it". However! That did not preclude passionate kissing, holding each other and caressing each other's wonderfully firm bodies. When we were alone at her house, she would lay on top of me on the most comfortable sofa known to man, it was like floating in warm water. We would kiss for hours in that position. Needless to say, I was fully erect, which is an understatement!!! She would press against my erection with her mons and as we became more and more passionate, she would roll it under her pressure. 

Gradually, in the back seat of my parent's car, after the movie or after the dance, we worked our way to touching through our clothing, first her breasts, then her genitals, then my genitals, then bra off, then panties off, then my trousers down, fully exposed. But always locked in passionate kisses. We learned to orgasm over time. It was slow happening, very gentle, beautiful, so sensual and with utmost respect for each other. Neither of us pressured the other. It took a year to make that progress. All tbe while, the thought and desire for sexual intercourse loomed in both of our hearts, minds and bodies.

So this relationship culminated with a beautiful fall Sunday. Her parents were gone for the day, they were given tickets to a pro football game. They had to travel an hour to the stadium and an hour back. She was left behind with the house to herself. We felt assured we'd be undisturbed. Heaven.

As soon as her parents left, I was knocking on her door. Things progressed as they usually did, passionately kissing, petting outside our clothes, then, belts and bras loosened, and then sweet soft caresses inside our clothes. At this point, I should say, she was a slender girl, an "A" cup, but with lovely puffy nipples when aroused. Me, zero hair on my chest, and 7.5"  circumcised.

Suddenly, she said, "I'm going up to my room and take off all my clothes, then you can come up, but you have to keep your clothes on." I have never said, "OK," so fast in all my life! She scampered upstairs and in a matter of seconds, I heard, "I'm scared!" I turned and there she was, half hidden by her bedroom door, in her white bra and white cotton bikini panties. I ascended those stairs in an instant, and I was standing in front of her, barely able to breathe. I managed to say, "I'll help you." Her bra came off and her panties slid to the floor. 

It is said that there is nothing more beautiful on this earth than the shape of a woman. I learned that truth at that moment. I had seen nudes in Playboy, in classical art, but to see Elaine in the flesh, completely naked, in the light of a warm autumn sun, confirmed that no object, no shape in nature could compare to a living breathing nude woman. To this day, the female nude is simply... beautiful. 

She was totally naked, and mine to touch. I lightly slid my fingertips over tbe outline of her body, unhindered by clothing for the first time. Ecstasy. 

I walked her back and gently laid her back on her bed. 

So I told her, "I have to look at you." I laid her back on the bed, her hips at the edge of the bed and I raised her legs to view the most exquisite sight I had ever seen. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was fully aroused, inner labia, clitoris all exposed and in the most beautiful pink. I stood up and told her, "I have to get naked too," She said nothing, stayed in the position I left her and watched as I shed my shorts, white underwear and polo shirt. There I stood in front of her, a tanned body but white hips, fully naked, fully erect. Her eyes were big as saucers, seeing me in the afternoon sun, erect and directly in front of her. As I had, she got an eye full!

I couldn't stand it any longer. I laid her back on her bed, she spread her legs and I mounted her. Instantly, and we were "aligned" for entry. I began to press and asked, "Are you ready?" I suppose her response was an answer without answering directly. "I think I hear my motber's car."

Needless to say, tbat was a mood killer. 

So, what might have been a glorious deflowering, ended with semi clothed mutual masturbation to orgasm.

Within two months her father was transferred and we never had an opportunity like that again. We sadly parted ways as virgins losing touch over the years. 

By now, you should know, albeit interrupted, what a tender, beautiful experience she and I had. 

Interestingly, I reconnected with the girl in this story about 10 years ago. After several emotional talks and lots of reminiscing, she confessed that day was as vivid in her memory as it was in mine. 

How nice.