I'm glad it'll always be a special moment in both our lives

Well, my name is Helen and the first guy I had sex with was called Danny. As I read I realised, with some shock, that he was writing about me. I don't know what the odds of that are but it's true. I know he was writing about me because I remember the note and the events very clearly. And I remember that Friday night as a wonderful memory too, Danny. If you haven't read Danny's story you might like to go and read it now and then come back to read my memories of that time in our lives.

Danny has been very honest and I enjoyed reading his feelings and emotions of our first time together. He was right that I was "ripe and ready for sex." I was. After a few years of troublesome periods and self-consciousness about my looks I found after my seventeenth birthday that my body was suddenly co-operative and fully developed and I felt sexy. I still didn't really think I looked sexy but I definitely felt it. I remember a few weeks before I went out with Danny, feeling constantly horny.

In fact, I went from hardly ever masturbating to doing it once or even twice a day. (Or on one rainy Saturday, about five times!) I had never had a boyfriend but I, like my friends, all studious, nice Catholic girls, desperately wanted one. In some ways Danny happened to be in the right place at the right time. But that would be to sell him short, which he does himself, in his story.

Danny was actually pretty good looking and he had a very sexy well-toned chest. A few girls were jealous when they found out about us because they had their eye on him. Danny and I got on really well. He had a great sense of humour and being young and at that time very horny, I was always really aware of his body's closeness to mine.

On that particular Friday night, I really just wanted Danny to come in to my house so we could be together for a bit longer. I admit it also felt pretty daring to have a boy in my house and no-one else home. It made me feel like one of the bad girls at school, whose lives always seemed much more exciting than mine. I asked him if he wanted to see the trophy I had won. I can smile about it now but at the time I was really worried he wouldn't like me enough to want to come in.

I'll take Danny's word for it regarding what we talked about before we kissed. I just remember thinking, "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me." It never occurred to me to just kiss him. I was a good Catholic girl after all. Anyway it happened, and from then on each time I thought we should stop, Danny did something that suddenly made me forget all about stopping.

I too, remember skin on skin, my breasts against that beautiful chest. When he lifted my skirt I just kept thinking that he could see my undies, a thought that both embarrassed and thrilled me at the same time. (By the way, Danny, I remember them as pale blue rather than white but it's a minor point.)

When he began rubbing me through my underwear I felt myself lose control really quickly. I had my first orgasm for the night. Straight afterwards I said we should stop but when Danny didn't I decided that it felt too good to stop anyway.

Soon after Danny slid his finger inside me I came again. (Sorry about the scratch marks on your back, by the way). I don't remember taking my undies off or my skirt but somehow I ended up naked and then somehow Danny ended up naked and we were lying side by side. Considering that a few minutes earlier I had been embarrassed that he could see my underwear, I wasn't embarrassed about being naked with him at all.

In fact, I was fascinated by his body and a little frightened by his penis. Danny says six and a half inches and maybe time has dimmed my memory but I swear it was bigger. It was so thick and very, very hard. I just loved holding it. It was hard yet the skin itself was so soft and I could feel it pulsing in my hand. At that stage I didn't want it inside of me because I was pretty sure it wouldn't fit.

Danny slid two fingers into me and I remember that, time and again, he would take me very close to another orgasm and then slow down. I guess he probably didn't even realise he was doing it at that age but being so turned on made me really hunger to have him inside me. I knew it was safe because I had been on the pill for a few months. (And AIDS and hepatitis were foreign mysterious illnesses.)

The feeling of him entering me was exquisite. It didn't hurt as much as I expected and the pain was more a dull pressure than an actual pain. He was actually quite gentle. Looking back from the perspective of many years of sex I can say that he was a good lover, just young and excited. I guess he didn't last long but I certainly had no complaints. The feeling of him coming inside me was another wonderful moment. More than any other that night, it made me realise that I was no longer a virgin.

We were both a little embarrassed after that, but in a nice way, like neither of us could believe what we had just done. It was fun getting dressed though and thinking that we just had sex.

Danny and I had sex quite a few more times after that and there were plenty of mind blowing ones among them. As he said we gradually went our separate ways. I've moved quite a long way away now. I am too happily married, with three beautiful girls but I still remember Danny and those times with great affection.

And Danny, I'm sure you'll read this. Thank you for both the times themselves and for sharing your own memories. I'm glad it'll always be a special moment in both our lives. Perhaps we should give all these readers a thrill and tell them about that night when you came to the beach and my friend Jodie and I were drunk. Now that was a memory! This time I'll go first.

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It Was Kinky Stuff But Fun !

I want to tell you about my just little sex story. Hope you enjoy to read... So there I was 15 nearly 16. It was a saturday lunchtime and I was doing a little shopping in the supermarket for my mother, nothing exceptional for my summer chores. I lived near a own called Bromley in London and it was a quiet suburb. I was in my denim shorts and cut-away vest, it was the rage at that time. The supermarket was quite crowded and at the frozen food section I noticed a woman leaning over the freezer to find some fish. I stared at her because she was obviously not a teen but maybe in her mid-late 30's but dressed differently. I thought it odd that a woman of her age should wear what can only be called a micro-mini dress.

It excited me to view her leaning over and to see her breasts wobbling inside. They were really ample and I was transfixed by the view. So much so that she suddenly looked up to see me. I was embarrassed and continued. Every aisle I looked to see if she was there. A couple of times I saw her, her dress riding very high. Her legs not slim but smooth and quite chunky. Every time she looked at me I would pretend to look at a shelf. At the checkout I saw her and without her seeing I joined the same queue just behind her.

When she turned she smiled and started talking about how slow the checkout was and other things. She smelt heavy of a perfume but it was nice. Her turn came and she packed her items and left through the door. OK I thought, that's it, no more. I packed my items and exited. As I was going through the carpark to the bus stop a pair of light flashed at me from a car. I could not see who was inside until the window opened. It was her. I walked over and very politely she asked me if she could drop me off anywhere. SHe said she was going towards a town called Beckenham so I said OK even though I lived the opposite way.

I got in her car and I observed her short dress. SHe saw me looking and said that it was old and a bit small. I said she looked very nice and I remember her smile. I could feel some distinct movement under my shorts and I was horrified to find myself getting stiffer and stiffer. I put my hands in my lap which seemed to make it worse. As we approached Beckenham she said that her turnoff was soon. We entered a small road with some neat Georgian houses. We both got out and she pointed to her house. I could see her dress had risen very high. I helped her with her sacks to the door. Then the leg quivering question, she invited me in for a coffee. By this time I could not say no. Only trouble was that there was a huge lump under my shorts and carrying her bags it was difficult to disguise.

We entered her appartment, it was on the basement floor. Inside was a line of washing hanging and some disorder. Instead of a coffee she poured me a large glass of red wine and I sat down on a large bean bag (very trendy at the time). SHe walked over with her drink and to my surprise she sat down on the same bag. Her dress rose over the tops of her legs and I could see so clearly her silky black underwear. She asked me if I minded, obviously I did not. By this time I was trembling. I drank a little wine and then she took the glass from me and leaned over me and she rolled over to lay on me. I put my arms around her back and pulled her towards me and we kissed. It was not like the kiss from my girlfriends but more full, more demanding.

I fumbled with the zip on her dress and questioned my actions, yes or no. It was yes and I started to jerk it down. SHe responded by lifting her body such that I could pull the zip right down. She sat upright and took the dress over her head to reveal her ample breasts under a silk bra. SHe undid my shorts and could see my enormous erection straining to be released. I lifted my bottom from the bag and she pulled them down. I took my vest of and lay there naked. I fumbled at her bra which was easy thank God and then the big moment as I eased her black underwear down her legs. I could see a mass of black hair wwhich I began to caress. I noticed she was dripping wet under the hair.

We rolled over more and she lay before me naked and with her legs wide apart. I rolled over towards her and aligned myself between her legs. SHe whispered to me, "go on" and she took my full length and positioned it until I could feel the first warmth surround it. I pushed and slithered the whole length into her. Only seconds passed as I let flow a large spurt of my sperm into her. I felt so good but so quick. SHe said that this was just the lubrication as she took me into her mouth. I came again almost instantly. She sat up and kissed me passing my salty liquid into my mouth.

I found that afternoon that she was without end in her demands for my sperm. We met for some months after, we tried everything from anal to letting her dress me. I let her shave me and dress me in her clothes, it was kinky stuff but fun. SHe would masturbate me in her underwear and then she would wear it after. In the early winter I called round to see her and to my surprise she was with an older man, it was her husband. SHe wanted me to make a 3'some and I did this letting her have me and also letting him have me when she dressed me up. This lasted for a year but they both moved away. Now I am the same at 43, I love being used by women with their husband also taking me. But do you hear me complaining, no because the first experience was so good and I was determined to keep it good... Please tell me what you think by adding some comments below, I'll be happy to hear....

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