When I Took Ruth To The Movies, I Was In For a Big Surprise

In my previous story, 'As a teenager I wanked four or five times a day', I recalled how I saw a female worker at a department story inserting something between her legs. This led to an embarrassing meeting which was saved by her friend saying to me, 'Hello lover boy. I hear you've been naughty on the third floor. Seeing things you're not supposed to see and doing things you're not allowed to do - well, not while you're at work. Tell you what, take me to the movies, and let's see what happens.' So, the following Saturday, I found myself waiting outside the local cinema for Ruth. In the intervening days I had been filling my secret jar with oodles of semen that spurted out with even greater force than usual in anticipation of this special Saturday night. I had taken girlfriend  to the cinema on one previous occasion. She was called Irene. She was quite short with very pointy boobs which pushed out from behind her cashmere like a couple of ice cream cones. I did my best to feel under her blouse while kissing her continuously under the cover of darkness of the movie theatre. All I could feel was the 'bullet bra' she was wearing. First designed in the forties, they were still being worn in the late fifties when I was a teenager. The problem was that the tightly stitched, conical shaped bra cups, which  made the breasts project forward in a bullet or torpedo fashion, were very difficult to get into. They were completely  effective in protecting the soft desirable flesh of her breasts from the advances of inexperienced teenagers like me. These bras looked great on film stars but as far as I was concerning they were like chain mail armour, and very unerotic to the touch. I had better hopes of my new girlfriend, Ruth, who seemed to be much more worldly-wise and 'very forward', which was not a reference to her tits, but to behaviour which seem to promise sexual availability. When Ruth arrived I was not disappointed in her appearance. I could tell that she was wearing a soft cup bra, because I could see a faint outline of her nipple pushing out behind her satin blouse. This promised 'easy access' to the hitherto forbidden zone, the female breast. Of course her breasts were not as big and alluring as those of glamour models like June Palmer that I had wanked over so often, but they were here with me on this Saturday night. We chose some seats well away from anyone else and I prayed that no-one would sit near us. Once the film started, I began the advances - one hand on her knee, the other arm draped over her shoulder.  Ruth didn't pull away, but relaxed into my embrace and we began kissing endlessly as only teenagers can. My balls ached from a perpetual erection, but I did my best to hide that. My right hand on the arm over her shoulder seemed to fall effortlessly onto her right breast. Once again Ruth didn't flinch, but seemed to welcome my boldness. Like all girls at the time, she was wearing nylon stockings that were supported by suspender belts. Until the arrival of all-in-one tights which became popular with miniskirts in the 1960's, girls wore stockings which exposed a few inches of flesh between the top of the stocking and the panties. It was this few inches of flesh that was the goal of my left hand which began to move up Ruth's leg. To my surprise there was no slap down, no harsh 'Get off' or 'How dare you?' Instead, her legs fell slightly open, allowing me access to the warm flesh of her leg. My fingers brushed against her panties. Again there was no 'That's enough young man' but instead even more enthusiastic deep tongue kissing. This was more than I bargained for! My fingers circled the hem of her panties in the direction of her pussy and immediately her legs fell open a little wider. Now came a big surprise to this innocent young wanker. Between her legs, she was not only hot, but her panties were wet. Not daunted by this discovery, I ran my fingers over her mound feeling for the slight crevice that I could detect between her legs. At last, I could feel a girl's pussy, though still outside her panties. The next surprise came in two parts. It all happened so quickly that I was barely conscious of Ruth's two quick moves. In the first, clearly well-practised, manoeuvre she raised her bum from the seat and pulled down her panties by a few inches. In the second move, clearly this girl knew her way round the geography of a boys pants, she undid my belt, unzipped my flies and reached for my aching cock. She stroked it through my Y-fronts and then deftly fished it out from behind its flimsy cover. Now, to my amazement, I had my hand on her naked flesh and she had hers on mine. I'm sure there were no surprises on her part, because she began expertly rubbing my cock. Oh my god, she's wanking me! But on my part, I was on a journey of discovery or rather my left hand was! First it discovered that there was hair down there, that felt sort of coarse and different except that I remembered I had hair down there too. Oh my god, girls have pubic hair too! Then I discovered why her panties were wet. My fingers slid into her pussy that was as wet and warm as a hot barbecue sauce. My fingers had to find their way round this new space, this groove with an opening into the very depths of her body. She wriggled as if encouraging my fingers to  DO SOMETHING!! so I began a movement that mimicked the movement of her hand my cock, a rhythmic, purposeful stroking. Well, the next bit is embarrassing, because I was so excited by this time that my cock erupted with semen all over my best jeans. What a mess. She withdrew her wet hand to reach for a tissue. She seemed to forget that my hand was half way up her private parts, while she casually cleaned-up. I reluctantly withdrew my equally wet hand and, as I did so, I regained consciousness of the outside world. Where had I been? What had I been doing? It all came back to me and I smiled broadly before I began to worry how I was going to walk into my home without my mother seeing the mess my jeans were in. As for Ruth, it all had been exactly as she expected. She'd been there before and done it all before. But when I walked her home and we kissed outside her house, I was overjoyed when she asked, 'Shall we meet again?' 'You bet' I replied. My wanking didn't stop after this. Indeed, I had another wank when I got home, slipping in a quick one while my parents watched TV. My wanking had a new focus based on my own experience, but there was still so much I didn't know. For one thing, what does a girl's pussy really look like? How I found out the answer to that question  and what happened on my next date with Ruth, will have to wait for another story another time.