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And just at that moment, it felt exactly as if he did.

W
hen Gail invited me over for the weekend, I didn’t think anything about it.

She had a cottage up in the hills and wanted to get away from it all. The problem was that she didn’t like to be there by herself, so she’d be grateful if I could go along.

I liked the idea. A weekend away with a friend was just what I needed. I’d just broken up with Ravi and I’d let it all get on top of me. He broke my heart when he left, he really did.

She picked me up on Friday morning and we drove up into the countryside.

The cottage was beautiful. It was an old stone home with its own little garden and an impressive view over the valley. Inside it was so cute. The ceilings were only just high enough for us to stand up. There was an open fireplace with a lovely wrought iron surround. The stairs wound straight from the living room and creaked when we walked on them.

Upstairs there were two bedrooms opposite each other with a small bathroom to the side.

Once we’d unpacked our weekend bags and had our healthy lunch of soup and salad, we decided to go for a walk and set off into the trees.

The smell of pine was fresh and calming. I knew I’d done the right thing in going along.

After about twenty minutes, Gail told me about a place in the river when you could swim.

“I haven’t brought my swimming things,” I told her, but she said it would be fine.

“Nobody ever comes here. We can strip off and jump in. That’s what I always do anyway.”

The water at the spot was perfectly clear. I could see the pebbles on the bottom all the way to the other side. It certainly looked inviting enough and the heat of the sun meant that a cooling off was definitely in order.

We put down our bags and sat next to them.

I took off my tee shirt slowly.

Gail, on the other hand, ripped off her blouse.

Her bra was beautiful. It was pink and lacy and held her body perfectly.

What I hadn’t expected was for her to reach behind her back and undo the catch. The bra straps fell from her shoulders and she slipped it over her arms.

I couldn’t help looking.

Her breasts were amazing. There were firm and soft looking. Her nipples were neat and perfectly centred. For a moment I was jealous, but the wonder of them soon overwhelmed that feeling.

She shook back her long hair and bunched it into a pony tail.

I slipped off my shorts and felt a little shy. I wasn’t usually bothered about showing off my body and I wondered what was going on. At least I had on my favourite panties, a lacy, pink pair that were practically brand new.

Gail’s eyes looked me over. I felt myself glowing on the inside. She smiled at something and then pulled off her own shorts, followed immediately by her own knickers.

My lungs sucked in all the air they could manage.

Gail’s pussy was trimmed down to almost nothing. Her pubic hair was like a grey shadow that only thickened in a tiny line down the middle of the triangle that emphasised her slit.

Her whole body was lightly and evenly tanned in a way that mine has never been.

She turned from me and kicked off her shoes. I watched he lovely round buttocks run from me as she took off to the water and dived in.

She gave a few gasps and then found the deepest part of the water and treaded water there.

I was slow off the mark.

“Come on. It’s lovely,” Gail urged.

I left my bra and pants on, a little ashamed of having my body next to hers. I walked over to the edge and jumped in.

Just like the sight of Gail’s body, the temperature of the water took my breath away.

It was freezing cold. We splashed and swam and laughed and only got out when my body started shaking.

The sun kissed life back into my body and I lay back down on the heat of a big rock.

“Here,” Gail shouted. She threw me a towel. “You can lie on this.”

I wondered why she’d gone to the trouble of bringing a towel along and yet hadn’t bothered with her swimming costume and decided it didn’t matter in the slightest.

Gail came over and sat on the rock next to me, still naked. She smoked a cigarette and then took a bottle of sun cream from her bag.

“Would you do my back?”

The all-over tan made sense now. She must take in the rays everywhere when she’d totally undressed. I suppose that’s what having a remote country cottage is about.

Gail rubbed cream over her arms and the front of her body and then lay on her front. She passed the bottle over to me and I squeezed out a handful.

I moved her ponytail to the side and touched her back. Her skin was hot and velvety smooth. I rubbed the cream into her small shoulders and then down along her spine. When I got to her buttocks my hands stopped.

Gail must have sensed my hesitation. She reached out and took my wrist and pulled it down. “I need protection all over. You wouldn’t want me getting burned now, would you?”

I took more cream.

Her buttocks were firm, yet there was a wonderful give in them as the skin gave way to my pressure. I rubbed slowly and gently and made sure I’d got everywhere covered. I admired her curves and the shape of her hips and looked along her long legs to her feet.

Gail hummed with contentment while I did her legs. It was the sound of a lazy sunny afternoon.

When I was done I took some cream for myself. I spread it over my arms and on my chest.

“Here, let me,” Gail said. She was sitting up now and took the bottle from me without asking.

I lay face down on the towel I’d borrowed and rested my head on my arms.

Gail’s fingers worked the cream into my back. I felt her circle the bones in my spine. When she got up to my bra strap, she stopped.

I don’t know why, but I was holding my breath.

The next thing I knew, she was unhooking the strap and opening it up.

For a moment I felt exposed, then relaxed as her fingers continued on their journey.

As she moved her hands to the side of my breasts, I felt a surge of joy through my body. There was a throb between my legs that I couldn’t deny. I tightened my thighs and tried to save the feeling.

Gail took more cream from the bottle. She started on the back of my knees. The tickle made me giggle.

She rubbed up along my thighs and slowed down as she worked on the inside of my legs.

When she got to my panties, she didn’t stop. I felt the elastic lift over her fingers as she strayed there.

The heat between my legs was magical. My pussy was moist and pulsed with pleasure.

I felt Gail take the top of my panties and pull a fraction. She stopped again. I wonder if that was the moment she was giving me to make up my mind. It was my opportunity to say no.

I said nothing.

My knickers were taken down over my thighs, past the backs of my knees and along my calves. When they got to my ankles, I helped out by kicking them off.

I longed to feel Gail’s on my skin again.

She put them back on my thighs and worked up.

This time, when she got towards the top, I opened my legs.

I felt her fingers close in on my sex, teasing my by stopping and starting and never quite reaching my hole.

I arched my back and looked out over the water.

Gail’s fingers entered me. My gasp was loud and satisfying.

I rolled onto my back.

Gail smiled down. She returned her fingers to their work and I rocked my hips back and forth to help her get it right. Deep. Shallow. Deep. Shallow. Deep, deep, shallow.

She pulled the band from her ponytail and shook out her hair. It caught the sun and shone in the light.

Gail bent down and kissed me softly on the lips.

I opened my mouth and my tongue went searching for hers. It was easy to find. As they mingled, my pussy went wild. I wanted her to touch my clit and she seemed to read my mind. Her lips left mine and she gently kissed and bit her way down my torso.

It was a list of firsts.

She was the first woman to touch my breasts. The first woman to suck my nipples. The first to take my tummy button as hers. The first to lick my clit. The first to touch my anus.

She was the first woman to give me an orgasm, to drive me wild and to kiss my eyes.

Later that evening, she would become the second.

H
arry was my dad’s partner at work. He was also the father of Jane, my best friend in High School.

There were lots of times when we were altogether. We attended regular picnics and dances from work and I was in and out of Jane’s house most days.

I didn’t pay any attention to Harry for many years. Even so, he stood out as the coolest of all the dads. He had time for everyone and smiled a lot, though he didn’t say much in public. He was about the best dancer and the most athletic of the bunch.

There was this one time a couple of days before my sixteenth birthday that always gets me hot when I think of it.

I know what you’re thinking. That Harry was a pervert, but he wasn’t. He was the most well-mannered, sincere gentleman I’ve ever me in my life.

This is what I think of when I’m aroused.

Jane and I have just finished watching a movie. I can’t remember what it was.

My dad phones up and tells Harry that he’s got some kind of crisis with my brother and that he won’t be able to come over to pick me up as we’d planned.

I said I’d sleep over. I always loved staying over at Jane’s. I might have been allowed if it hadn’t been school the next day. Instead, it was decided that Harry would drive me home. Jane needed to finish off a piece of homework on Shakespeare and her mum couldn’t drive, so I guess it was the sensible thing to do.

Their car was a BMW. A big black motor that was pure heaven to be inside.

I sat in the front seat and sank right down into the plush leather. It was more even more comfortable that our sofa at home.

Before I closed the door, I took in a deep lungful of the night air. It was damp and smelled of autumn leaves.

Harry got in and the car seemed to start up without him doing anything.

I couldn’t get my seat belt on.

Harry reached over me. That’s when everything changed.

He was wearing a jacket just like always, but the top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. His face was perfectly clean shaven and he was wearing some kind of cologne. When I got a smell of that up close, my mouth started watering, or at least I think it was my mouth. His chest had a light covering of hair at the top of it and the sight of it up close like that made my body quiver.

As he took control, I froze beneath him. It was as if I’d been paralysed. If only I’d been able to stop time at that exact moment and been able to savour every part of the experience.

I felt dizzy in his presence and felt a rush of blood in my head. It was truly wonderful.

Sadly, he managed to sort out the problem with the belt in a couple of seconds.

As he drove me home, he asked me questions. It was only the usual stuff, but I could barely speak, let alone say anything interesting. He must have thought I was a real idiot. In the end, he just gave up and turned on the radio.

For the rest of the journey, I sat there pretending that he was taking me to start a new life for us. I imagined that he was running away with me and that we were totally in love.

It was the kind of thing I read about in teenage magazines back then and I’ll never forget the whirl I felt inside my body that night. It still sets the butterflies in my stomach fluttering their wings.

Every time I saw Harry Harding after that, I blushed. He must have known he’d sparked off an enormous crush in me, but he never let on. He was a too much of a gentleman to make me feel small for my feelings and I’ll always respect him for that.

“L
ie down,” he told me. His voice was firm and deep. It made me shudder inside. I wanted to do everything he said, yet I wanted to run away and hide at the same time.

I lay on the bed and kicked off my shoes.

“Take off your blouse.” I fumbled at the buttons, gave up after the first few and slipped it over my head.

“You think you know what pleasure is?”

I nodded.

“You have no idea. I’m going to teach you.”

There were goose-bumps all over my skin. My stomach muscles tightened.

“Slip off your skirt.”

The zip was easy to manage and I was out of my skirt in seconds.

I lay in the bed feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet at the same horny and wanting my next instruction.

I looked around me and took in the room for the first time.

On the ceiling above the bed was a mirror. I could see the plush red duvet and the wrought iron frame, with me lying in the middle. My skin looked pale and my hair was spread over the pillow. I could see my tiny rose tattoo on my hip, just above the elastic of my panties.

The wallpaper was old-fashioned. I’d say Georgian, but I’ve never been good with dates. The pattern was bold and busy and it made me dizzy if I looked at it for long.

In the light of the candles that burned brightly over on an antique dressing table, the crystal fingers of the chandelier sparkled.

The curtains, pulled tight and closing us off in our little world, were long black velvet. I wanted to get out of bed to stroke them, but my master was preventing me.

He was short and chubby. He gave lectures on art down at the library once a month. That’s how we’d met. I’d gone along to look at depictions of Venus and the enthusiasm with which he talked had me transfixed. The guy was nothing to look at. His hair was receding and he had plenty of wrinkles. He dressed up in a ridiculous suit that was too big for him and made him look even more lumpy underneath than he actually was. He was definitely not the sort of guy I’d look twice at if he wasn’t presenting a class.

That night, he was dressed all in black. A turtle-neck jumper hid his neck and the trousers he was wearing were tight. The effect was rather slimming and he should definitely wear those things more often. He still looked plump, though.