Where it happened: radio station
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
There was a story, number 1839, from “Mike” about doing it while swimming. It was followed by a comment from someone who reported that he and his girl called it “making fish food” because they would watch the fish gobble up the spilled semen floating away. That brought a smile to my face because my wife and I used to swim nude in a swimming pool at night. We were house-sitting this fancy estate in Greenwich, CT and……
I called her “mermaid” when we were in the company of others and she would blush. Her blush is what hinted at our secret.
The problem was the water washed away her lubrication so I resorted to that old standby that we all know and love—-Vaseline. It makes aqua-sex work great. There is nothing like bearing your entire woman in your hands like some large doll and moving her back and forth as if you were using her to jack off with.
Since any entry that doesn’t mention first time sex seems to get deleted even if it is a lot less offensive than those that remain, here’s my offering:
In freshman year of college before the revolution of the 60’s, I was teamed with a girl for the midnight to 2 a.m. shift at the college radio station. I held the FCC license to supervise the transmitter and she played records and made commentary. She and I evolved into discussing things on the air and making it a call-in show. Hormones finally wielded their power and we began carrying on.
My first time was on Valentine’s Day, 1962, a little after 2 a.m.. I showed up to our shift, kissed her and gave her a card. I bolted the front door after the last techie left just before one a.m. I returned to the studio and proceeded to remove my sweetie’s blouse and bra while she was holding a conversation on the air. There was nothing she could do. I then hung a solid gold heart on a chain around her neck and sat down to the other mike to continue the show. I took off all my clothes while sitting there. It was the first time I ever got naked in front of a girl though the bottom half of me was behind the console. The electricity between us made us both silly. Callers were asking what was with us that night. We recited Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers when we accused of drinking. The show signed off and I read the FCC required announcement and played the National Anthem. She was all over me as soon as I killed the transmitter.
When she got off my lap, I thought we were going to just get each other off like we had been since returning from Winter recess. She announced she had her own Valentine surprise for me. What does she do but go to her purse and pull out a plastic case which contained a tube of jelly and a latex device that looked like a very large Trojan but clearly wasn’t. She applied the jelly to the diaphragm, squatted down and put it up under her skirt. She then gave me a big smile and said she would always treasure her gold heart and would I like to give her a memory to go with it.
You bet I would. We made love for the three hours the station was off the air. It is a memory of a lifetime for me. It is true that it was several weeks before we achieved our full magnitude of pleasure. It is true that I was not experienced. She, however, said she made the mistake of assuming I was just like her first lover. A new partner requires learning all over again as I was to learn first-hand with my bride.
Colleges were anti-sex in those days. The radio station hide-away was ruined when another lover couple fell asleep with the bolt latched and the station was late coming on the air. The dean ordered the bolt removed and the night watchman to hold the key to a second lock that was installed. It was to no avail as young lovers always find other places to revisit the Garden of Eden.
I blew the romance by flunking out of school. I accepted as part of my consequences my affair ending if I was no longer in college. I hope she is as happily married as I am. My only regret is discarding all momentos in an effort to get over her. I do have my memories and I treasure them.
This morning was the 35th anniversary of my experience. I celebrated by bringing my wife a cup of coffee an hour before the alarm was set…….
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