They say you 'never forget your first time'. Generally, this means the details surrounding your loss of virginity.
Mine was memorable, in that context, if little more than three thrusts and then cumming.
I'd seen breasts before, even seen a couple of fannies (UK definition),
all covered with wild, untrimmed forests of beautiful pubic hair (which I
still love to see, touch and taste). However, I was still a virgin and had started dating this girl. Back in the mid-70s sex was something you led up to, I believed, rather than fucking on a first date. So we'd done the meal out date thing, the cinema date thing, the walk of a summer evening date thing, and got to the the fumbling in a dark car park thing.
But this was the night her parents went out to meet friends, a Sunday evening, when we two teens were going to be trusted not to misbehave when left alone. At this time I thought
she was a virgin - i turned out to be her fourth- and already had a bit of a track record in misbehaving on a Sunday evening.
To cut a long story short, we had caressed and canoodled to the top of the stairs in her house, by which time I had her shirt unbuttoned, large breasts heaving under a lacy bra. The top of her jeans was now unbuttoned and unzipped too, and in the summer evening's sun I could see pubic hair peeping out over the top of very small matching knickers.
I'm circumcised (for health reasons: phimosis) which is a bit of a rarity in the UK, and I'd eventually discover that girls were willing to drop their knickers just to see 'something different' to what they were used to: uncut guys. My penile profile was, I guess, fairly common knowledge, and I found Carol was particularly anxious to see, touch, taste and experience a cut cock.
It was possibly one of the main reasons I now found myself at the top of the stairs in her parents' house, our shirts now both off, and me undoing the clasp of her bra.
In the context of this thread, the arousing memory is of her large breasts spilling out of the bra as I took it off, and then hungrily sucking her nipples. An image burned into my memory.
Of course, to carry the story on through to its obvious conclusion, not too many minutes later we were both naked, still at the top of the stairs, my fingers stroking their way through a mound of pubic hair and wet lips, as she took a more 'scientific' approach to my rock-hard cut cock, examining it for some time before briefly taking it in her mouth.
And not too many minutes after that I sank my cock deep into her and came rather quickly. First time, and all that.
I've had many better and more memorable and satisfying sexual experiences since, of course. Losing my virginity was, like it is for all of us, fantastic. But despite the 'first time' element of it, those breasts falling from her bra and into my hands and mouth remains a far more memorable arousing memory than the process of popping my cherry.
Being circumcised and therefore somehow 'different' to my peer group had been a little embarrassing up to this point, with all of that 'here comes the roundhead' type jokes when we'd showered after PE class. However, I can honestly say that being that little bit different was to lead me to get laid many times, simply because girls weren't familiar with that type of cock. And when we'd all got a little more experienced, with blow jobs now an essential part of the sexual experience, many women would tell me that they much preferred to suck on a circumcised dick than an uncut one, with several saying that a cut cock looks 'prettier'.
Many sexual experiences followed, of course, and a circumcised cock was often the magic key to them, something that I imagine many guys where the practice is commonplace would not have.
But despite all of them, and some truly fabulous nights of sex, the most arousing memory is of those breasts hanging, invitingly, to my hands and mouth.