I have found that I enjoy writing these stories as much as I enjoy reading about the erotic adventures of others. So I hope this journey of mine down memory lane will entertain some of you. Please forgive the odd error in grammar, I have checked most of the spelling (can't promise one hasn't slipped by) but I don't have time to proof read thoroughly. It’s hard to imagine now, with a mobile phone beside me, typing on a computer that’s more powerful than the one used by NASA to send a man to the moon but there was a time when people spoke face to face or picked up the phone or even wrote notes and letters!. In at number ten then is my first ever memory of real oral sex. I was an unbelievably naïve and young 18, of course it was some time before I was to realise that. We had met because she was the former girlfriend of my older brother, she was 30 and with hindsight a little tubby but beautifully formed. Looking back I know I was seduced by an older woman but I look back with gratitude. Every young man should have one, I learned so much from her, I got past my early premature ejaculations with her without shame and it was she who taught me to hold on! It wasn’t really a date, it was more of a party at my brother’s house – we got talking and had a few drinks and in my naivety I thought she was just being friendly. I fancied her rotten of course but never for a moment thought she was interested in me. Then when she offered me a lift home – I’d only just got my licence and had borrowed mum’s car but knew I’d had too much to drive, I accepted eagerly leaving the keys with bro who would bring the car back in the morning. We chatted idly, I remember it was a full moon and we joked about werewolves and personalities changing – the origin of the word, lunacy. The route took us through a few country lanes and though I wasn’t taking much notice of where we were going I began to think that the drive was taking a little longer than I’d expected. But I was enjoying the ride and the conversation and the company. I turned to her and said “thanks for the lift” She smiled in the moonlight and put her hand on my leg saying “It’s my pleasure”. It began as a friendly touch but I sensed instantly it was more when the casual touch continued. Her hand remained on my leg, her fingers straddling my inner thigh and a thumb just rubbing gently, but not suggestively. I sat silently for a few moment unsure what to do but eventually, rested my hand on hers and returned the gentle finger caress with one of my own on the back of her hand. She looked over at me and smiled, the lifted my hand to her lips and planted a lingering kiss on the tips of my fingers. In that kiss was a tiny flicker of tongue as she gently and barely perceptibly licked my hand between her lips and then guided my hand back down, not to my thigh, but to hers. She was wearing I guess a knew length dress in a very fine cotton so, though I was touching the fabric of her clothes, It took very little to detect the texture of her skin through the skimpy material. I kept my hand still but allowed my fingers to caress slightly and that brought out a very quiet gasp from her. Lets call her Fiona, because she’s starting to become a real person to me but I must conceal her true identity. Fiona laid her hand on mine and gradually started pushing it towards her knee. I interpreted this as a gesture of taking my hand away from the danger zone. But I continued my gentle finger swirls on her skin through the fabric. “Feeling comfortable?” she asked – I put on what I thought was a manly and confident smile, looked at her and nodded. I knew I couldn’t trust my voice at that time. Then with her hand still on mine she pulled it back towards her crutch but I was aware that the thin fabric travelled with it. I snatched a glance down and, yes the dress was riding up and I could see half a pale pair of thighs beside me. With one knee she wedged the steering wheel while one of her hands she gripped the dress near my hand, and then she pushed my hand back down to her knee. I felt the dress slide from the palm of my hand as it made contact now with smooth, silky, warm flesh. I even felt a few goose pimples develop underneath my hand. This time I needed no guidance, I let my hand caress gently up the inside of her thigh. Some instinct told me to stop before I reached the end but the continued caressing up and down, each time getting closer but never quit reaching. “A natural as well as a quick learner” she said with a smile. “You are a virgin aren’t you?” I could no longer hide behind the adolescent bravado behind which I had hidden for so long. I wasn’t going to bluff my way through this. “Yes” I said. “Oh good” She smiled again. I was now sporting and trying hard to conceal a whopping great erection, or so it seemed to me at the time, which was getting quite painful, and my balls ached like there was no tomorrow. “Here we are” she said as she pulled off the road onto a track that lead through the trees to a small clearing which overlooked the town from a distance, in the moonlight it would have been an impressive view, if my mind had been focussed on such things. As we stopped, I allowed my hand to move further up the thigh than I ever had, It came to a stop against a wall of fabric, I now had my hand a threads breadth from a pussy, the first I had encountered in any real sense. Two things struck me; the heat, and the moisture, both incited my constrained arousal to even greater attempts to escape. “That’s enough for now” she said, opening the door and swinger her legs out of the car one by one. There was something in the way she parted her legs as she climbed out that hit my blood pressure even more, “Out you get” So trying to be subtle I slipped a hand in my trousers to adjust and conceal while trying to use the open door as cover . By now she was looking at the view so I was able to make myself a little more comfortable without feeling too observed. As I walked closer, limped is more accurate, she told me how much she loved this place at moonlight. “I can see why” I replied as I stood beside her and put an arm around her waist. She turned to face me, looking up directly into my eyes; perhaps I should have mentioned that she was quite petite giving her a doll like quality of vulnerability which was quite at odds with the predatory way she was absolutely taking control. She reached a hand behind my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss. As we kissed I felts her edging forward on tiptoes to push her body tightly against mine. There was now no hiding the fact that I was highly aroused. Not that it had been a secret. She knew exactly what she was doing. We stood and kissed for what seemed like eternity. My hands getting more adventurous as I caressed her back, her bottom, her neck, her cheek, ear, everywhere that was within reach. I was aware of her pert breasts against my body but somehow, though I wanted to touch them, I wasn’t in a hurry – I knew that would happen sooner or later, I was just happy to be guided through this by a horny woman who knew what she wanted and what to do. She pulled away and looked at me with a huge wet smile, “Good kisser, that’s a good start” with that she laid her hand on my chest and held my gaze as she allowed her fingers to wander down my chest, down to my trousers where, with the palm of her hand she found and caressed the length of my erection before taking her hand away and simply using a finger tip to trace from the base of my cock to the tip, that done she snatched her hand away with a teasing smile and span on her heals saying “back to the car”. Slightly bemused but no less interested, I followed, wondering if that was it for the night. She opened the back door of the car and turned to face me then leaning forward she grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up, over hear head and it was off, thrown into the front seat to reveal a very plain and ordinary pair of tiny white knickers and bra. They were almost schoolgirl like in their simplicity, it was far sexier than any porn picture I had seen before and wanked over. “Come here and kiss me” I needed no further encouragement, I stepped forward and embraced her acutely aware of how different it felt with Fiona all but naked. She nibbled my ear and kissed my neck, biting gently and then in a husky voice asked if I knew how to take off a bra, I shrugged – “I’ll teach you” she said. And she did, with a whisper she talked me through the process, a gentle lift, tighten while pulling, ease the clips out and then gently release – by the time she’d finished with me months later I could (and still can) do it with one hand! I stepped away and gazed with wonder at the most perfect pert breasts glistening in the moonlight. She laughed and took my hands guiding them to touch for the first time. Instinct must have took over because I lowered my hand to grip her by the waist and leaned forward to kiss those spectacular, small but perfectly formed boobs. Her nipples were almost sharp they were so aroused and looked black in the moonlight but somehow I knew to lay off them for a moment. My first lip contact was on her chest, right between the breasts. She gasped and held the back of my head as she sighed, good boy, but I didn’t respond, I just started kissing in a little trail, my lips and tongue touching the skin first below one breast, then above the other working ever closer in circles until I was kissing and licking the areole of her left, and then her right. I ran my tongue around the nipple without actually touching. “Do it now please” But I kept the tease going a little longer before I ran my tongue’s tip to the tip of her hard nipple. This time she squealed and that, I instinctively knew, was my suck, and suck I did. I pulled her rock hard nipple in between my lips and sucked hard while flicking as hard as I could with my tongue inside the near vacuum created in my mouth. I did the same to the other side and then she pulled me up to kiss me again. She was breathing deeply now as she kissed me, some of the assurance had gone from her voice as she said – “wanna know what you’ve done to me?” What’s that? I replied with a little more confidence than I actually felt. Without a word she took my hand, and laid it directly between her legs onto her panties, which were totally sodden. It felt as though she’d been swimming. She pushed me away again, ducked and stood up again brandishing the soaked knickers which she held to her face, breathed deeply and then held them to me – the smell of her sex was pungent and intoxicating. She threw them into a bush over my shoulder and giggled. I reached for her pussy but she stopped me. “Plenty of time for that” she said, as she scampered to the boot, opened it, and slammed it shut again while returning with a blanket that she laid on the back seat. As she was bent over arranging the blanket I couldn’t help putting my hand between her legs and feeling the soaked pussy. She paused, waggled her bottom harder onto my hand before spinning and letting herself fall onto the back seat. Wigging herself backwards without disturbing the blanket she sat cross-legged on the back seat and asked if I planned to join her or was I just going to stand outside like an idiot. I jumped in and sat beside her. “You were supposed to take your clothes off first” here let me do it. What followed was one of the most erotic moments of my life. There is something so sexy about being undressed by a naked woman – she took her time, sprawled her naked body all over mine as she undid each button, paused and kissed me every time, she planted her lips or her tongue on every little piece of my flesh that was newly exposed. Once the short was gone she went to town on my nipples, pinching, kissing, nibbling, licking. I had never known that my nipples could be so sensitive – I was gasping and rasping throughout while rubbing my hands over any part of her that came to hand. Then she undid my belt and the buttons of my trousers just as slowly. She took every conceivable opportunity to touch my cock through the fabric but made it seem like an accident. “lift” she said as she pulled my trousers down and threw them into the front. I was naked but for my bulging undies, her hand was suddenly all over them, squeezing, rubbing and pinching, down to my balls and feeling them through my pants then expertly finding the tip and squeezing it. It was all I could do to prevent myself from cumming there and then. Then, with one deft movement that I didn’t see coming, she took advantage of one of my thrusts into her hand and she whipped my undies off and somehow they were around my ankles, then off and joining the pile of clothes in the front. “Moonlight’s not enough for that” she said as she reached up and switched on the interior light. I just lay there as she looked at me, I revelled in the look of pure lust in her eyes as she gazed at my cock, I too took advantage of the light to look at her nude, smooth body. With finger tip gentleness she took my cock, leaned closer and closer and moved it about as she caressed to examine it from all angles, I was loving the attention and every move or new touch made me gasp, I had never seen so much clear fluid oozing from the tip, It was my first experience of my own pre-cum, she held my shaft firmly with her left hand and use the palm of her right to rub the lubricated head hard. I threw my head back and gasped again – that was amazing! She kissed me again while stroking my cock and said “Now this won’t happen again, but because it’s your first time with a woman – just enjoy it” I’m enjoying it already I said. But she looked me in the eye, adjusted her position and grabbed my cock, gripping very hard. And then shook her fist around my cock, wanking me incredibly quickly and incredibly hard, all the while looking me in the eye and kissing me with a tongue buried deep in my mouth. I don’t think I lasted 10 seconds, She leaned back and continued her hand’s movement and watched with a very satisfied smile as I shot my load all over my chest. Sport after spurt which seemed to scald my own flesh as I thrashed and grunted and shouted like never before. I had thought that a wank felt pretty good but this? She continued to milk every last drop from my cock and I settled back, spent for the moment. “Well you really are a virgin, and you’re really not a little boy any more” With that she reached to the parcel shelf for a box of tissues and used several to clean me up. Then se spat into a fresh tissue and used it to clean around the head of my penis. “Oh Wow” or something equally stupid was all I could say, she explained that a first time was always difficult for guys because of coming too soon, so that had been to get my first come over with so that we could enjoy the rest with more time. I mumbled a thank you and pulled her towards me for a kiss. “Now” she said, “I’m going to teach you about the cunt” I was mildly shocked but mostly turned on by her language. She tuned her back and backed up to me, guiding my right arm around her waist an she laid it on her still soaking pussy. “I was going to give you some instructions, but I have a feeling you’ll do ok for yourself, just explore, I’ll tell you if you get it wrong” With that, I allowed my finger tips to explore, down to her little anus, up the line of the crack, I discovered her lips which I touched with an finger tip down one, and up the other, I eased a finger into her hole and back out, fascinated by the gush of fluid that came with it covering my hand. On an impulse I pulled my hand away and put it to my lips, sucking her juice off my fingers, on the way down she took hold of my hand herself and also licked her juice off my fingers, that made my cock stir again. Then I was back on her pussy I ran my hand up and down her crack, allowing myself to be guided by her reaction. Then for the first time I felt that little bud that I had read about. “Yes” she said, again and again, her breath quickening as I intensified my pressure and pace. After a while her body was tensed, pushing back against me as she braced herself against the car door, with me free hand a groped round and found a breast and began to pinch her nipple as I carried on rubbing her clit. Then she started to shake – and then scream, her body thrashing, much as mine had, her hips thrusting harder and faster into my hand, which was again being soaked. She took my hand away and lay there, breathing and gathering her senses for a moment before she was up on her knees kissing me deeply and stroking my cock again while she said “Congratulations Mr G, you have just made a woman come” “And I want to do it again” I replied. “You most certainly will, but not yet. We should get going soon but first ….” With that she ducked down and before I could register anything at all, my cock was in her mouth and she was sucking. Only one person had ever sucked it before and that was me – I had been quite an adventurous wanker and in those days was quite flexible. But this was something else completely. She sucked and licked, and drove me wild, but then did something that I really didn’t expect, as she rubbed my balls her hand slipped a little and a finger went deep into my arse. I jumped, a little shocked, “don’t you like that “ she asked “I lubricated my finger with my pussy before I pushed it in” “I just wasn’t expecting it” I said – “just relax and enjoy it” she said as she bobbed down again onto my cock. Well relax I did, and enjoy it I did, in fact I began opening my legs a little wider to let her in deeper. Now her hand was fat between my cheeks as a finger probed deep inside me as my cock was taken deeper into her mouth. Now I was starting to trash again and I knew that I was close to coming again, she knew it too and took her mouth away to replace it with her other hand, she wanked a little more slowly than before but this time fucking my arse with her finger and again, I shot my load, if anything even more than the first time. I pulled her onto me and kissed her, relishing the feel of our bodies sliding together lubricated by the liberal amount of semen that covered my chest. “You bugger” she giggled, “now I have to clean up the both of us” “Sorry” I said without much conviction and continued to stroke her wherever I could reach as she went to work on us both with the tissues, she would slap me away playfully once in a while. “Shall we meet again?” she asked. “Oh God yes” Over the coming months she was to teach me how to please and be pleased, she taught me different ways to make her come, and how to pace myself so as not to come to soon – which I did when we slept together the first time. She was always patient, always horny, always willing and amazingly sexy. The next lesson was in giving her oral sex. Of course as a relationship it couldn’t last, 15 years was a big gap in those days, and at my age at the time. But boy did I have fun while it lasted. Funny thing is, she never did let me come in her mouth, not that I minded at the time. Up next – Number 9 which was a very unexpected encounter….