I just had an amazing time! A woman I have written about here previously (here
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...25#post2198525 ) found me on Facebook and messaged that she was going to be in town and we should get together for a cup of coffee.
As background, she was my first fuck, my first blowjob and my first bareback fuck many years ago, and someone who I encountered a couple of times in intervening years but never repeated those earlier experiences. These days she is a Methodist minister.
We met for lunch and had a good conversation learning a bit about what has happened to each of us in the intervening decades -and there are a few since we really knew each other. The years have not been unkind to her and I couldn’t help but think that notwithstanding how she spends her life now, she almost had to think in terms of sex when she thought about me, since she lost her virginity to me, and about all there was to our relationship was sex.
While our mutual first time happened in the town she used to live in, the first blowjob I ever got and my first bareback fuck happened near my home; the latter actually in some woods near where we were having lunch. I wondered if how well she remembered that, and frankly whether I could maneuver my way into her c*nt again. Since when she was younger she was very fond of that place, I decided to take the chance of asking her to go there with me now. But I honestly assumed I would just have fun trying.
“Helen, do you remember the place along the creek that we used to go to?” I asked.
“I do. It was so peaceful and nice. Have they built it up too much or is it still like it used to be?, she asked.
I told her that it had been several years since I had walked down there, but I was reasonably sure it was still undeveloped. I asked if she wanted to take a walk there, and she pointed out that she only had about an hour before she had to be back at her sisters house, but said that if it was close she would enjoy that. We left her car at the restaurant and drove the mile or so to where we could park and walk into the woods.
As parked he car, and before we got out, I said to her, “You remember coming down here with me, right?” She replied, “I remember it very well. Is that what you were thinking about when you asked if I wanted to walk down here? Were you thinking about asking me to have sex with you? Because I can’t do that.”
Since she is married I was not suprised by her response, and to be honest I would have been more surprised by any other response.I Nonetheless, I could at least be honest with her and along the way have a little halfway innocent fun: “Well, I’d be lying if I denied that sex had crossed my mind. I have a pretty good memory, so needless to say, I get to see you naked whenever I want! do think about those times. It seems like we must have had sex everywhere at least once! But I guess realistically I didn’t expect you to jump out of your clothes and spread your legs for me!”
As I said that, I wondered if I perhaps should not have been a bit more coy in expressing that.
“But we’ve already talked about that, ” she said.
“Against your religion?”
“No”, she laughed, “Sex is not against my religion. Ministers have sex too, you know! But I’m surprised you remember those days.”
Since we were now discussing our previous sexual adventures, it occurred to me that there was no reason to pretend to be coy about it, so I thought I’d just say what was on my mind: “Oh, I remember alright. You were a lot of first for me. I don’t think anything ever was more exciting that those times.”
As we got out of the car and started walking toward the creek, she said, “Well, I’m flattered. I remember those times too. I don’t think a woman ever forges her first time. I guessI never thought that a man would remember too.”
“Well, I remember pretty well. Can I tell you something and you promise to not be upset or offended? She nodded, and said, “Sure.”
“OK, well, I think bout seeing you naked the first time, and I’ve been jerking off to that memory ever since. I can’t tell you how many times over the years I’ve imagined seeing you naked.”
She didn’t seem taken aback or upset and as we walked she remarked on how well she remembered the well worn foot paths that still wound through the woods and pas the creek. As we came to one spot, she stopped and said, “I remember this spot.”
(I did too. Several months after her -and my- virginity was lost in a tent at a campground at the small town where she lived and was finishing high school, she had come to my town to visit her sister. I picked her up at her sister’s and as she told me about the first weeks of her freshman year in college we wound up at this place. We were standing, kissing, and I reached down and rubbed her pussy through her jeans as she reached low and held my cock and balls through mine. In almost no time we were getting naked and laying down on top of our clothes when I told her that I had to get to my pocket to get a condom. Her response to that was so direct and almost clinical that I remember it well to this day.
She said, “It’s OK. I’m on the pill. I do this every Friday night.” Now, I took that to mean that she was dating someone, they went out on Fridays, and she screwed him bareback (this was well before AIDS). But I guess between the very direct way she put it and the concept -in the days not commonly spoken of- of screwing multiple guys and being open about it was memorable to me.)
Thinking about that and the fact that she had just told me that not only did she remember “those times”, but a specific place and time, I replied to her, “Yeah, I remember it too. That was one of those firsts for me!”
She paused for a moment and then replied with a slightly quizzical look, “That wasn’t our first time. What was a first about that?”
I said, “It was a first for me.” And then figuring that I wasn’t going to get laid but at least I could have the fun of being a little outrageous (keep in mind that she was always a little clinical talking about sex and was now a minister), I continued, “Yours was the first pussy I ever fucked without a condom. And that was the first time I ever came in a girl. And it was right here. You cannot possibly know how it felt. I can still remember the feeling of your warm wet pussy as I entered you. That’s pretty memorable for me. I get hard just thinking about it.”
She hadn’t looked away or given me any sign of disapproval. Nor did she show any signs of encouragement. She looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to be uncomfortable. We should stop talking about this since I can’t relieve you.”
Taking a it of a chance, and with y heart damn near stopping as I said this, I said, “Don’t apologize. It’s hardly you duty to worry about my overactive imagination, but I’d like to ask favor. Can I jack off in front of you?”
I was a little surprised and greatly relieved when she said, “I don’t see why not. But don’t you need something to look at? Daryl (her husband) always uses magazines or the Internet.”
This was getting interesting. . .”You watch Daryl?”
“No, I’ve never watched him. But I know he does. He just does it in private.”
As I started to take off my clothes, she said, “Oh, you’re going to get completely naked. I wondered if you would. I guess you don’t need something to look at then.”
I responded by saying, “Well, since you can’t have sex I don’t suppose you’re going to strip for me, and it’s pretty much that or nothing. But as I said, I have a really good memory!”
By now I was naked and stroking a very hard cock. I was not more than 4 feet from Helen.
She looked directly in my eyes and said, “I trust you, so I can take off my clothes for you and I know you won’t try to have sex with me. So you can look at me naked while you masturbate.”
While she very quickly started stripping I stopped stroking, and she suddenly said, “Is something wrong? Don’t you want to look at me?”
I said, “Not that at all. It’s just that I want to see your pussy and see you with your legs spread just like when we fucked, and then I want to come while you watch, so I have to kind of pace myself.” As she finally dropped her panties she laid back on the ground and spread her legs, and said, “Like this?”
I could hardly believe it. I was standing naked and jacking off in front of a woman I hadn’t seen in decades who is now a minister, and she was lying there naked, legs spread. I had to be careful to not cum just from the raw excitement.
I knew this wasn’t going to last and so asked, “I know, no sex, but can I touch you?
“Tell me what you want to do and I’ll tell you if you can”
“Can I hold you? If I promise not to try to fuck you can we touch and rub each other?
“Come here. We can do that. Please don’t put it in me, but you can rub it on me.”
Look”, I said, “I really want to do that but if I start rubbing my cock on your pussy I don’ t think I will be able to stop from fucking you. How about this: will you rub my balls while I jack off. That would feel amazing.”
As I stepped close to her she got on her knees directly in front of me and rubbed my balls while I slowly jacked off. I don’t know what that was so exciting, but it was. I finally knew I wanted to cum, and said, We’d better aim this thing away from you!”
She replied, “No don’t”, as she put her face directly in front of my cock. I thought for a moment she was going to suck me and sort of pushed myself forward, but she kind of pushed back and said, “I can’t suck you. But I want your sperm.” As I started to cum, she brought he open mouth forward and not touching me wth her lips, allowed me to drain my cock in her mouth.
It took me a few seconds to recover, and then I realized that she was breathing heavy and half collapsed back on the ground. I asked if she was OK, and she replied, “I came”.
We put ourselves back together and headed back to the car to drop her back at the restaurant, and I asked about what seemed an odd limit to her sexual activity: “I get that you’re married and don’t want to have sex with others, but I’m a little surprised that didn't stop you from getting naked in front of me and holding my balls and finally swallowing my cum. Or did we just break the rules? IF we did, I’m sorry. I really hope you didn’t do anything you’ll feel bad about.”
“No,” she said, “We didn’t break the rules. It’s not about being married. It’s about Lent. I gave up sex for Lent. Getting naked isn’t sex, and I decided that neither was letting you come in my mouth so long as I didn’t make you come with my hand or mouth or body.”
“You’re kidding? So you mean that if I just waited until after Sunday you would have fucked me?”
“Well, I wanted to talk to you about that. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about that, but I was pretty sure I would want to have sex with you again. I told Daryl I might when I found you on Facebook. But since I gave up sex for Lent I thought having a chance to catch up now would be easier in case it didn’t feel right.”
“So when are you going back? Are you free on Monday? And you TOLD daryl you might have sex with me?”
She laughed and said, “Anxious aren’t you? I can be free on Monday. And if you were better at remembering the Church calendar you’d know that Lent ends on Thursday! I did tell him. But I told him way back when I was dating him in college and you and I had sex almost every time we met, including on that path. He knew all along that I would always have sex with you if you wanted to.”
“So he didn’t get mad?”
More laughter as she said, “Nope.” and as she got in her car, “Meet you here on Monday at three if that works for you.”