Where it happened: Bedroom Panic
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Although this happened 10 years ago – it still seems like yesterday! Mary and I had been getting more and more intimate, but nothing physical. At the time, I remember, underwear in the 6th form was briefs rather than boxers and we all tried to outdo each other with both colour and style. These things must have been in my mind when I had a ‘phone call from Mary one Sunday pm asking if I could pop round and bring a bilge pump as their basement was flooded. (We’re a coastal community where boating is second nature). I think I knew this would lead to other things, as Mary’s mum always visited Mary’s Grandmother on Sunday afternoons. A mad dash to change into a pair of black micro-briefs, (no idea why because there’s nowhere to hind a stiffy) and collect a condom.
An hour later, with the basement pumped out and Mary’s mum safely out of the house for a couple of hours, were getting very intimate on the sofa. Although Mary was still only 15 she had very pert breasts with lovely soft nipples. Before long we were reduced to just briefs – mine becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second. A softly asked “Shall we” didn’t need any further explanation, I nooded and grabbed the condom out of my pocket and she lead me up to her bedroom.
The next 15 minutes seemed to fly by as I sucked/licked her nips whilst softly strokeing her increasingly wet pussy. “Please” was all she said in answer to a “Now?” both pairs of briefs end up on the bedside table, condom on, and suddenly Im in and pumping as hard as I can. We must have come together as I shot my load Mery’s whole body shivvered and to my horror she fainted!
I’m on the verge of panic – I hadn’t read or been told anything about this – I knew I hadn’t killed her – she was stil breathing! I withdraw and walk down to the toilet to flush away the condom. As I come back into the bedroom Mary is putting on my briefs – with a smile she says that if I want them back, I’ll need to come back and collect them.
So, for the next few months, that set the pattern for our sex life – every Sunday afternoon I’d get a pair of briefs back whilst anoter pair were taken on loan. The sex got steadily better and better – by the time we parted (I actually wanted something more in a relationship other than just sex) Mary was on the pill and we were doing it two or three times a week and we could both manage to climax at (more or less) the same time!
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