At eighteen I was six feet one tall, well built and fit. I played rugby for the local club, 'B' team, and was trying for the 'A' team. Like most eighteen year olds I was obsessed with getting laid. And that wasn't as easy as you might think. I blame my upbringing. Despite playing rugby I was shy and awkward around girls. I was brought up to be polite and respectful. As the saying goes 'rugby is a game for thugs played by gentlemen, football is a game for gentlemen played by thugs'.
Because of my size I didn't feel comfortable in small cars, A35's Mini Countryman type. I drove a second hand Transit MkII. It was big and reliable and I had room to move. I also had a mattress in the back artfully covered over with blankets and cushions. Whilst not very successful I was always hopeful.
I'd got to 'first base', as they say in the colonies, and 'second base' even 'third base' often enough BUT I'd never really got a 'home run'. We'd be on the very verge and, being the considerate gentleman, when push came to shove I'd always wait to be asked. I was asked just the once, by a girl who finally got exasperated with my lack of action.
"Well! Are you going to fuck me or what??" she demanded.
We fumbled with the Durex. I got into position and asked if she was sure.
"Just get on with it!" she demanded, "before I change my mind!"
I pushed hard. She screamed loud. I stopped abruptly. She swore and told me to carry on. I did, gingerly. It all made one hell of a mess. We were both virgins. We tried a few times after that but I was always worried about hurting her and after a month we split up. No more tries or home runs.
I picked up Anne, quite literally, on a Saturday lunchtime. A bright sunny day had brought on a sudden, drenching downpour. She was walking down the road doing a good impression of a drowned rat. She heard me approaching, turned and waved. Pulling over to the crown of the road so as not to soak her even more by driving through the puddles I pulled into the lay-by just ahead. Scrambling over the passenger seat I opened the door just as she reached the back of my vehicle.
"May I give you a lift?" I offered noticing that she wasn't a drowned rat at all but a young and very pretty woman despite being soaked to the skin.
"Yes please," she said, "I'm soaked, even my knickers are wet." she added with a naughty smile.
"That's good, I like a girl with wet knickers." I replied without thinking, then kicked myself. Why had I said that? I backed up into the cab making room for her to enter before she had time to change her mind.
"That's rude!" she said as she climbed aboard but she was still smiling.
I apologised instantly then pointed to the back of the van.
"That red sports bag has got a couple of clean towels in it if you want to dry yourself off a bit?" I suggested lamely.
"Thanks," she said stepping through to the back without hesitation. She knelt on the blanket covering the mattress and pulled the bag towards her.
"This is cozy. This where you bring your girlfriend when she has wet knickers?" she asked playfully. She pulled out the towels and, selecting the smaller, started to dry her face.
She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful! She was fit, lithe and even the action of drying her face was utterly breath taking. I was smitten instantly.
"Yeah! I wish. Haven't even got a girlfriend at the moment." I told her ruefully.
She stopped drying her face and looked at me quizically. "That must be a temporary situation, a good looking fella like you." she said as she started to dry her hair vigorously.
Her tits looked gorgeous through her wet top! "There's a couple of clean rugby shirts in the bag, if you would like to put one on until I get you home." I suggested hopefully.
She stopped towelling her hair and looked up as if weighing me up.
"Yes, that would be great. Thanks."
To my utter amazement and delight she took hold of the bottom of her top. She lifted it up, over her head and off then passed it to me. I took the soaking material without taking my eyes off her beautiful bra covered tits. She reached behind her back and a second or two later she passed over her bra. I accepted it soundlessly with my eyes glued to her naked torso. Perfection!
"What? Never seen a pair of tits before?" she challenged.
I shook myself back to reality. They were still there. Utter perfection. "Pardon?" I asked lamely.
"I said," she said patiently, "have you never seen a pair of tits before?" Like the gentle rebuke about my liking girls with wet knickers she was smiling up at me.
"I have," I agreed tentatively "but not on a girl as beautiful as you nor tits so perfect as yours."
"I bet you say that to all the girls," she said as she stroked my towel over them seemingly careless of how erotic it looked. "Would you mind squeezing some of the water out of those." she pointed at her top and bra.
I dragged my eyes reluctantly from her nakedness and did as she bid. It took far too long in my opinion but I made as best a job of it as I could fearing that she would be fully covered when I was able to look at her again. She wasn't. Still with a naked top half she was laying back on the blanket and trying to work her wet jeans down and off.
"Your rugby shirt is big enough to be a dress on me," she said totally unabashed at me feasting my eyes on her again. "Thought it best to get out of these, if you don't mind?"
She passed me her wet jeans and once more I opened the passenger window and squeezed as much water out of them as I could. I turned back to face her, only to be handed her wet knickers.
"My knickers are still wet." she said still smiling at me.
She was naked AND I TURNED ROUND AND SQUEEZED THE WATER OUT OF HER PANTIES!!!
"I know why you don't have a girlfriend," she accused as I turned back to see her laying back on the blanket, naked, towelling herself dry and utterly unconcerned. "You're too nice! In the last few minutes I've stripped naked and you have stayed in the front of the van. You've made no attempt to touch me even though I have given you each article of wet clothing. I bet you get so far with your girlfriends then stop. Waiting for them to ask, probably." She paused expecting a reply.
I nodded dumbly. "Yeah! You're right. I always wait until I'm invited. I'm big, strong. It might feel as if I was forcing a girl to give in. That's not right. I don't want to hurt or even do anything that might frighten." I explained.
"That is a good thing I agree. And you are very big and strong and very good looking, in my opinion, but nice girls don't ask to be fucked. They want to be seduced and gently taken to heaven." she paused, looking at me carefully before continuing,
"Luckily I'm not a nice girl so lock the front doors and climb in the back with me. I'm cold and need to be warmed up."
I did as I was told and was soon laying beside her cuddling her close. She hurrumphed in my ear, took my hand and placed it at the top of her parted thighs.
"Now tease me, play with me and spread my juices around to get me ready to take your cock."
I teased and played and was gratified when she started to wriggle and moan softly.
"Well, you've learned something from your earlier failures at least," she said pushing her wetness up against my fingers, "let's get these out of the way." she said reaching for my trousers.
I lifted when instructed and again when she worked my pants down and off. My cock was satisfyingly stiff. She wrapped her small hand around it and started to stroke and I returned to teasing and playing with her pussy.
