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Denny

Where it happened: Seattle
Sex: MALE
Rating: 9
Category: Straight

When I was a patient in the Seattle Naval Hospital, I worked in the Welfare and Recreation Office answering the telephone. Lt. Kardash, my boss, was asked to find a 5th Division marine with a gift of gab who didn’t mind standing in front of an audience, to go on a local bond tour, giving pep talks in various factories and commercial establishments within a three-county radius. I got the assignment. I was not exactly a hero, but I had a Purple Heart and a pair of crutches. What more could a bond chairperson desire?
One of the commercial establishments I visited was the Olympic Hotel. This particular bond drive featured a queen contest — the establishment that sold the most bonds won the contest. The Olympic hotel’s candidate was a beautiful young elevator operator named Shelly Foster. A real pretty girl with long, long red hair. I’d recognize that hair anywhere, but, sad to say, that’s all I remember about her except she was a beautiful girl. After I gave my little pep talk, one of the hotel big shots took me to one side and asked if I was free that evening. Hell, yes! Would I like to escort Shelly to dinner as a guest of the hotel? Is the Pope Catholic?
So I wound up taking this drop-dead gorgeous young woman to dinner. They laid it on, too. Of course the PR folks were taking pictures, and making a big fuss. After dinner we went to the ball room. I couldn’t dance, but I could watch and drink. By midnight, I was feeling very mellow, and so was she. The hotel provided a cab so I was able to escort her home as a gentleman should. Now remember, K, I was navigating in uncharted waters. She came willingly to rest against me when I timidly put my arm around her shoulder, and even reached up to kiss my cheek.
It was a long cab ride; the girl lived way out in Ballard somewhere. When we pulled up to her door, I expected to give her a quick kiss and direct the cabby to take me to the hospital, but that was not to be. Instead, when we arrived at her house, she almost dragged me out of the cab. “My father has been waiting up to meet you!”
“But how’ll I get to the hospital?”
“He’ll take you. Don’t worry.”
I had very mixed feelings as I watched that cab disappear around the corner. Still very reluctant, I followed her into the house, and sure enough, daddy was waiting up for us. He turned out to have been a marine in the first world war, and was anxious to swap war stories. He knew I had been on Iwo, and wanted as much first-hand information as I could provide.
Shelly sat quietly on the sofa next to me holding my hand while the old man and I swapped war stories, but finally, she stood and yawned. “It’s getting awfully late, Daddy,” she said.
I expected the old man to get up and put on his coat, preparing to drive me to the hospital, but instead he looked at his watch. Then he stood and offered his hand. “It’s been good to meet you, sir,” he said. Then he turned to his daughter. “Good night, dear,” and he walked out of the room!
WHAT THE HELL???????
Sensing my confusion, Shelly took my hand. “What time do you have to be back?”
I enjoyed open gate liberty, so that wasn’t the problem. After listening to me stutter and stammer for a minute or two, she smiled. “Would you like to come upstairs or would you rather stay down here?”
I was embarrassed, confused, frightened. I literally didn’t know what to do. As if to settle things between us, she pulled me down on the sofa and kissed me on the mouth. Then she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Still I hesitated.
“Haven’t you ever — you know — done it before?” she asked.
How should a young man respond to a question like that? A dozen conflicting ideas raced through my mind — what will she think of me if I tell the truth? Will she know if I lie? I tried for neutral ground. “Suppose your mom or dad wake up ?”
“They don’t care,” she said. “They know I’ve done this before. It’s my contribution to the war effort!” As she spoke, she unknotted my tie and began unbuttoning my shirt. Then she stood, and quickly circled the room, turning off the lights until only the lamp by her father’s chair remained lit. Just as quickly, she unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her skirt.
I had my shirt off by now and watched, fascinated, as she drew her slip over her head. I must confess, K, I had never seen a live girl in “proper” undergarments — cast iron brassiere, steel-belted panty girdle with industrial grade garters holding up cotton stockings — and I thought she was the most beautiful, most exquisite, most delicate, most erotic thing I had ever seen.
She crossed the room, and kissed me again. “When I come back,” she said, “at least have your shoes off.” Then she gathered up her clothes and vanished into the hall.
I still wasn’t dead sure what was in store. But I didn’t have long to wait. I had just removed my shoes when she floated back into the room wearing a kimono. She had taken her hair down, and when she sat next to me, she seemed to be sitting in the center of a red halo. She pulled my head down so our mouths met again. This time, I was shocked to feel the tip of her tongue touch the corners of my mouth. Hungrily, I took her in my arms, but she pushed me away.
“We’ve got to do something about this,” she said, as she released my belt buckle and began unbuttoning my pants. I had a serious erection by this time, and I was very embarrassed about it. I tried to conceal it from her, but she would have none of it. She had my pants down around my knees, and seized my stiff cock through my shorts. “My goodness,” she said. “What are we going to do with this?” She began to rub it through the cloth, but I pulled away.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whispered.
“I hope so. That’s the idea. It’s more fun the time.”
IT IS????
As she extracted my cock through the opening in my shorts, she said, “I’ve never seen one of these before,” as she slid my foreskin all the way back so it disappeared as if by magic. Then she slid it forward so it completely covered my bright red glans. As she played with it, I felt the juices begin to gather in my back and begin their long, exquisite journey down my urethra and into my spasming cock. She was pumping hard by this time, and was soon rewarded with a flood that pooled in my bunched up shorts.
“That’s better,” she said, wiping her sticky hand on her kimono. “Now come here, look me in the eye, and tell me this isn’t your first time!”
I sat next to her, conscious of an electric shock as my bare thigh touched hers where her kimono had carelessly opened. Hardly daring to look at her, I nodded my shame. “You’re right,” I whispered.
“I thought so,” she said. “You might as well learn to do it right,” she continued. “Put your hand here,” she said, placing my hand on her soft, warm pliant breast. “Now gently roll my little nipple between your thumb and finger like this.” Suiting action to words, she demonstrated.
I was an apt pupil, and soon had her nipple engorged. She began thrusting her chest against my caressing fingers. “Now put your other hand here,” she said, spreading her legs as she placed my hand on her springy pubic hair. “Feel that?” She pressed my finger into her cleft.
“Get your fingers wet, then try it again,” she said. She was breathing more quickly. “Pinch them a little,” she urged as she guided my wet fingers into her cunt. “Ah, that’s it,” she said. “Rub your fingers up and down, just like that.”
She put her hand on my cock again. I was surprised that it was already stiff again. “There’s just one thing,” she said, pulling back so she could look me full in the face. “If I let you inside me, you’ve got to promise me you’ll pull out before you come. I don’t want to get pregnant!”
At that point, I would have promised the moon and the stars for an opportunity to sink my enormously distended, aching cock — so stiff it was painful — into her beautiful body. She rolled on her back, and raised her legs, hooking one over the back of the couch. Then she pulled me down on top of her, reached down and seized my cock in both hands.
She rubbed it up and down her slit, while I was trying the memorize the shape and feel of her exposed breasts, and the wild sensations that darted through me as the head of my cock came into contact with her swollen slit.
“Push!” she commanded.
I timidly pressed myself into her, and felt my glans pop inside her inner labia.
“Push again!” she ordered. “I won’t break!”
The time I pushed, she wiggled under me, and wrapped her legs around my back, giving me better access as my cock slowly worked its way into her hot, clutching body. At that point, I lost all conscious contact with the world. I was entirely focused on the exquisite sensations that flooded my five senses. I could feel the pulse throbbing in my temples as I strenuously tried to bury myself entirely into her young body.
Suddenly, I was aware that Shelly was hitting me on the chest with her fists and I heard her urgently whisper “GET OFF of me this minute! — You’re about to come!!!”
I pulled out just in the nick of time. My cock was straining to deliver its load, and deliver it did, all over her stomach. Shelly pulled me down into her arms, and kissed me lovingly on the mouth. “It wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

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