Ainsdale Sand Dunes: Suzanne gives me a hand

Here's a story from 1980, when I was a teenager and was going out with a 18 year old girl from the Wirral called Suzanne. Those were the days when almost all girls wore comparatively thick American Tan tights, and underwear for teenagers came from M & S.

Sue and I went for a stroll in the sand dunes around Ainsdale way one early summer evening. There was no one about, and so a bit of kissing and cuddling was in order. We embraced in a suitably secluded place, though it was clear that she was not going to let me go anywhere near all the way on that day. Anyway, tongues were entwined and hands roamed, and I made my first attempt to caress what I knew were her soft, womanly 36C breasts - a process made difficult by the awful hard material of her M & S bras.

After a long time, I managed to get her to put her hand on the very obvious bulge at the front of my jeans, and she was like a frightened rabbit when I took her fingers and guided them to pull down my zip fly.

I knew it was the first time she had come close to seeing a cock, and so I took it slowly, passing her fingers into the slot of my boxers while my other hand releasd my belt and the button of my jeans.

Sue was entranced, but still a little scared. She was holding her first cock - my cock - in her hand, in the open air, in a public space: and she clearly was not sure what to do next.

We took it slowly, and I encouraged her to do no more than feel its length, her hand moving slowly up and down the shaft and exposing the shiny glans. Of course, with her gentle motions, it got bigger, and she was inclined to shift her position to see what it looked like from a different angle. I knew there was to be no sucking that day (too much, too fast), and that I would have to wait for another occasion before making my own foray onto her crotch. That said, she was warming to sexuality, and losing some of her inhibitions, and I noticed also how her skirt had riddden up and that I could see the inner side of her tan-coloured thigh for the first time. Things were looking (and feeling) very positive for what was only our third date!

As Suzanne's hand moved more confidently on my member, she was visibly moved by my mounting excitement, and I think was shocked (but pleased) as I simultaneously let out a groan and spurted a generous gush of hot cream into the air - and right across her nyloned inner thigh!

Tongues entinwned, we kissed again, and I thanked her profusely. She was a bit worried about what to do with her cum-stained tights, and so decided to take them off, giving me a lovely view of her pale upper thighs and white pants. I moved my hand to wards her crotch. 'Next time', she said.

There was, indeed, a next time.

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