RY loves SC
I first met SC when on a cruising holiday. People who remembered
me from the previous year asked if I had brought my sister along,
and pointed this beautiful ginger haired lass out to me. I must
add now that I also had ginger hair at the time – now, it’s all
gone!
We got on well together during the holiday, being almost constant
companions, but decided not to let it go further as we were both
in relationships back home, me in the north midlands and SC in
central Scotland.
After the holiday, we continued to write and phone for about two
years, but didn’t see each other again. In time, SC decided that
nothing could come of any relationship due to the distance and
also an age difference of about 11 years (but I am convinced that
her father had much to do with that decision). The letters
stopped.
After about five years, I was pleasantly surprised one day to get
a postcard from SC. She was holiday in Sheffield and asked if
we might spend a few hours together. I joined her later that week
and we had an evening and the following day, just being together
and sightseeing together. It was great. We only kissed and
cuddled, nothing more, but resumed writing. My affections were
just the same for a grand lass.
A month or so later, I drove up to Scotland to stay over the late
bank holiday weekend, Her father still had the same opinion of
me, so I found out, but Mum made me welcome. We only had the
opportunity for a little fondling, Undoing her bra and touching
her small breasts, cuddling, but most of all being together and
enjoying each others company.
Over the winter and spring, we wrote often, exchanged gifts and
tapes, phoned once or twice a week – generally getting to know
each other again.
The following summer, we decided to holiday together, meeting in
Bath and then travelling on to a week of courses in Somerset. We
had separate rooms booked, but in the same house.
Late each evening, we’d sit and talk in the public rooms, SC
often in my arms and me occasionally massaging he breasts through
her blouse and bra. Often, I’d have an erection and ejaculate,
but SC didn’t realise.
One evening, we were in her room and she complained of a shoulder
ache, which I offered to massage. I took off her tee shirt so
that I could more easily massage her neck and shoulder, then
leaned over and kissed the side of her face. She responded, and
I moved my hands down towards her breasts, gently massaging them
through her bra. After a few minutes of this, she allowed me undo
the bra fastening, revealing a lovely pair of small breasts with
nice erect nipples. She turned off the light and we both lay
down on the bed.
After a little more fondling, I was getting more aroused and I
slid my hand down to the button and zip on her jeans. She didn’t
respond at first, only to move my hand back to her breast. I was
painfully ready for sex and tried again, also un-zipping my own
fly and getting my now very hard penis out.
Sadly, SC was in the middle of her period (I’d forgotten this)
and wanted nothing of this. She turned me out, and was cold the
next morning with me until lunch time.
Later that day, I apologised for my thoughtlessness we resumed
cuddling, then fondling and after a couple of days, were as
intimate as ever.
Our last day was booked in an hotel in Bristol, and after a
theatre trip, and walking over the romantically lit Clifton
bridge, we returned to the hotel, kissed and cuddled a little and
then went to our separate rooms.
I’d only been in bed for about half an hour – it must have been
about 1-30 in the morning – when a knock came at my door. It was
SC. She’d got a problem in her room, a leak she thought. Would I
come and look at it.
There was a damp patch on the carpet, but no obvious source. I
sat with her on the bed, my arm round her. She decided to get in
bed as it was chill, so took off her jeans. I lay on top of the
bed beside her, keeping my trousers on, but found it
uncomfortable. I asked, and was told that I could remove my
trousers, and got under the covers with her. We resumed cuddling,
my hands firstly caressing her breasts until the nipples were
erect, then, slowly, kissing her neck and moving my hand down to
her thighs. We were exploring each others mouths with our tongues
when I reached her small furry mound.
“Please don’t break anything, I’m still a virgin,” she whispered.
I replied that I’d not hurt her for all the tea in China, and
resumed my fondling of her moist hole, at first with one finger,
stretching her hymen and probing gently, then with two, kissing
her face, neck and mouth all the time.
When I judged the time to be right, SC was moist and very
excited, and I rolled over onto her, introducing my very hard
penis into the tight but moist vagina. Gently, back and forwards
I rocked, getting deeper each time. I felt her hymen break and
SC gave a little gasp. With a few more thrusts I was all of the
way in. We were both in heaven and climaxed together.
Afterwards, SC said she was a little sore, but nothing more. We
said that we were happy at losing our virginity together.
After a little more kissing and cuddling, I returned to my room
and only saw her again later that morning at breakfast. We both
agreed that we were sorry that it was all over as SC returned to
Scotland and me to home that day.
I’d worn no protection, but we were lucky.
The following September, we met again briefly, but did nothing
but fondle, strictly above the belt. Outside in my car was too
cold, and inside her home, too public. The same at New Year, when
SC came down and met my parents. At Easter, she came down again
and joined Mum, Dad and me in a trip to Blackpool for a few days.
On the Sunday, SC complained of a stomach ache in the evening and
we went upstairs to her hotel room, just next to mine. She asked
me in, but said she would like to put her nightdress on.
After she’d got dressed and into her bed, I sat on the edge, put
my arm round her and asked if she wanted anything or felt a
little better.
“Rub my tummy please” she said.
With slow, gentle movements, I gently massaged her stomach, which
made her feel better. We began to kiss, gently at first, then
with more passion as I moved the attention of my hand up to her
breasts. The response made me slowly move down again, over her
stomach, down to her furry mound. In a few minutes, she was moist and
I asked her to help me.
She unzipped my trousers and I removed my underwear. I gave her
the condom packet and told her what to do.
“Will it go in without hurting me?” she said.
I reminded her that it didn’t hurt too much last time and would
be even better this time.
Gently, she unrolled the rubber over my very hard meat. It was
all I could do to stop myself coming there and then.
She lay down again and I gently introduced my penis into her moist,
warm hole. Entry was easy, she was just as tight, but felt no
pain as I thrust again and again, we were kissing, but keeping
the noise down as my parents were in the next room only a few
inches from our heads.
We both felt happy at the end of our second passionate night, but
sadly when SC returned home to Scotland, she had “second
thoughts” about our relationship – The age difference, the
distance etc.
I am almost sure that her father has influenced her judgment, but
what can you do? She respects her Dad too much, or is afraid of
him.
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