I remember it like it happened yesterday, but it was s ago, in the heat of the summer. When you fantasize as a young man, you have a glamorized image of the girl you will ravish. For me, it was unexpected. It came out of left field, from a hidden beauty. I was a senior in High School and had not much success with girls for one reason or another, but my hornyness made me more alert to opportunities, as I look back at it.
I had taken my father’s car on sort of an errand to a town about twenty miles away and stopped in a convenience store along the way. I met this girl coming out of the front, and recognized her since just by coincidence she was the daughter of a man who had been a friend of my father. I had seen her twice before, but even now didn’t think of her in a sexy way because she was sort of a tomboy, with disarray that seemed to be almost on purpose. I was soon to find that she was beautiful.
I gave her a ride home, and we got talking about all sorts of things, and we ended up stopping at a sort of park that she said we could walk through the woods to eventually get to her house. It started out innocent, like two kids joking and exploring, then out of the blue, it changed to sexual poking and giggling and stuff like that. We didn’t talk about it, but we were just animals finding a nest-like hidden place in the woods, we explored each others’ bodys. Her body, after shedding the frumpy wrap, was so feminine and curvy. I was in a trance. We were not focused on “doing it”, but we just were magnetic in our fondling. I remember telling her that I wanted to touch every single spot on her body before I stopped. I almost made it. We were sweating and cuddling, and slowly got around to actually finding a home for my twice shot but revived “thing” as she called it.
To this day, I think the indirect way of caressing a lover, the anticipation and the buildup is the greatest thrill builder. If you just go at it as short term quick feel-good gratification, you are missing the best of it all.
That day was the fist time for me, and always will be a special memory.
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