I can remember it as if it only happened yesterday and yet it was nearly 40 years ago. The day I changed from fumbling adolescent, all fingers and thumbs, instant hard cocks and premature ejaculation into a thoughtful, caring and attentive lover.
As a moderately educated 18 year old growing up in an industrial town in England with few qualifications to speak of, I had few choices as to what to do with my life. University was out of the question, the assembly line of factory life held no attractions and apart from the fact I really only needed money to be able to go out and enjoy myself, I wasn't much bothered about what the future might hold for me.
So I left school, looked in the mirror and decided that as I wasn't that bad looking, tall, slim with a reasonable physique it was now time to find a job and hunt ' pussy ' the only thing my limited brain could think about in those days.
Sunday best suit on, only button up shirt and tie I had and off I go for my first interview. I got the job at the local Departmental Store, " it's the furniture department for you young man " the personal manager told me as I was led to meet the Mr. Arkwright, the Chief Buyer in his office.
"Bedding department "Mr. Arkwright tells me, "We'll start you there, the ladies love to try out the beds before they bring in their husbands to buy them so you'll enjoy this work " and he clasps his hands together behind his back, turns and leaves. A deep throated chuckle emanating from him as he returns to his side of the desk.
So I start my new life as a bed salesman. Old man Arkwright is right, 90% of the potential customers are woman. All shapes and sizes and all ages but they have one thing in common. They just love trying out the beds. No inhibitions here. My newly found playground is a voyeur's dream. You would think that they would gently sit on the side of the bed, lift both legs carefully as they turn their bodies, before laying back to feel the quality of the mattress. Not a bit of it - flop down, open legged and bouncing up and down.
On busy days I was walking round with a permanent hard on, I had never seen so many different panties in all colours of the rainbow and so many stocking clad legs. This was great, I was in paradise but I was still a virgin.
Even in my inexperience, I quickly realised that many of these woman were displaying themselves on purpose, showing off their underwear to a very impressionable young lad and in quite a few cases, they were not slow in trying to arrange the conversation and their body position to ensue that hands or genitals were touched, either by me or by them, when demonstrating the side springs of the mattressses.
When you are a very horny 18 years old, you don't think about the consequences of what might happen if you are caught touching up or being touched up by a stranger, nor what the outcome could be if you are accused of sexual assault, it just became a 'game of dare'. Because none of these little episodes, pleasurable as they were,
came to much more than a good look up the skirt or down the blouse of these ladies or on a few occasions, my erect cock pressed up against the hand. Nevertheless, many hours were still spent in the loo, wanking off and thinking about the last customer I had just served.
That is until one day a rather attractive, slim and very chic lady returned to see me. She had visited the department several days earlier and wanted to see some headboards. Unlike beds, few if any opportunities presented themselves to practise my new found art of voyeurism or touching up, except of course when I was showing a customer the fittings at the back of the bed and then I could ensure they had to bend or kneel down to see how they are attached to the bed.
Suzette as I later found out was her name, handed me an envelope. Natural reaction to this is to open it immediately and by time I had read its contents she had left and disappeared from the store.
" Meet me outside the Odeon Cinema at 7pm tonight - Love Suzette " was all she wrote.
I had agreed to babysit for my baby cousin at my aunt and uncle's house that night, but I was determined to meet my new adventure with renewed hope that I might at last get my first fuck. In my excitement at this prospect, I completely forgot that I had invited 3 of my mates around to the house to play cards, whilst babysitting.
I showered, changed and caught the bus to town, arriving about 15 minutes early for my appointment with destiny. As I paced up and down, getting hornier by the second at the lurid thoughts racing through my brain, I felt a hand on my arm and there she was.
My god, she had turned up!
She was far more beautiful than I remembered and when she spoke my legs turned to liquid. Her voice had that soft accented tone that all French women possess.
" Can we go somewhere private " she said. I just melted.
