Rachel Dobson was a couple of inches taller than the average size for a woman, with fair hair, blue eyes, pert nose and a mouth that she always felt to be a little too wide. Her figure wasn't bad; slim hips, trim waist and nicely rounded breasts, neither too big nor too small. She was twenty-eight and sometimes felt that life was passing her by while she was caged up behind a counter selling make-up and beauty preparations.
It was Saturday afternoon and the store was packed with shoppers spending their money as if the end of the world was nigh. There was no time for relaxing or thinking her own thoughts. No time, even, for tidying up between one customer and the next. The whole department was looking chaotic and a total mess. Carefully assembled displays had been torn asunder and the various parts scattered around. It was becoming increasingly difficult to find anything.
She longed to be curled up at home, her head on Paul's lap. He was probably glued to his computer right now, surfing the Net or playing his favourite game of Solitaire. It was all a mystery to Rachel and she had no desire to tap away at a computer keyboard. They had very similar tastes in most things, but on computers they begged to differ; she was bored, he was in seventh heaven.
They had been married for nearly ten years, having met when still in their teens. Rachel had trained as a beauty consultant and worked part time in a large city-centre store. Paul was a writer, an unpublished novelist who made a living by penning the words spoken week after interminable week by soap actors.
There had been other boy friends before Paul; at least a couple that counted. Danny Johnson was the first. They'd been going together for a month and were the same age, sweet sixteen. Once a week they went to a disco and once a week to the local cinema complex, a square, unimposing piece of architecture on the outside, but once through the doors eight different screens offered eight different worlds into which the punter could escape.
The young couple tended to ignore the actual film on offer; they were more interested in the auditorium. No. 6 was particularly good for their purpose. Small, dark and with a back row consisting of six seats. There was an aisle at one end, but the other stopped at a solid wall, whilst another wall ran immediately behind. The two far end seats were just perfect, especially when there was little business and customers were scarce. It cost more money to sit there - Premier seats - but Danny was willing to pay the extra cost, keeping his fingers crossed that nobody else would try and bag those seats. Another advantage of them was a larger space between the rows.
Rachel had kissed a few boys previously, though not with any passion. One had even given her breast a squeeze when they stood beneath a tree in the park, but that was on top of a bra, blouse, sweater and coat, so hardly counted. Somehow Danny was different. He stirred something inside her and his open-mouthed, tongue to tongue kisses were exciting.
On their third visit to the cinema they were well isolated from everybody else. Only a dozen all told, the other punters had paid for cheaper seats. The film was - well, what did it matter? Rachel would never remember it anyway. The adverts were barely on the screen before Danny leaned across and began kissing her; long, deep kisses that sent a tingle all through her body. As the main feature credits came onto the screen his hand was cupped over her breast, still enclosed by bra and blouse.
She made no objection when Danny began fiddling with the buttons of her blouse, even helping his fumbling hands, eagerly struggling to get through to the treasures that lay beneath the material. For her part, Rachel could feel a dampness between her legs; she was responding to Danny's kisses and caresses in the same way as she did when fingering her own clitoris.
Having opened her blouse, he moved his lips to the top of her breasts, the only part not covered by her bra. Impatient to move on she pulled it up, releasing the soft, rounded mounds that had been hidden. The flickering light from the screen gave Danny enough of a view of heaven to make him sigh with pleasure. Rachel had to admit she agreed with him. Looking at herself in a mirror was always a pleasurable experience. If that was narcissism, so be it.
She moaned softly as Danny gently nibbled at her nipples, taking each in turn, and squirmed in her seat, automatically opening her legs a little. The dampness had become more pronounced and her panties were feeling wet with her juices. Danny's hand began to explore beneath her skirt whilst his tongue probed, prodded and licked her breasts.
Rachel inwardly groaned as she remembered the tights she'd chosen to put on. Stockings were so much easier; at least, they were as far as having sex was concerned. Tights were a real bind, but she usually wore them and hadn't given it a second thought. The way things were going, she seemed certain to lose her virginity tonight, but she hadn't dressed for such an event. The cinema wasn't the best place, in many respects, and she only hoped there wouldn't be too much bleeding. Boys were so lucky; they didn't have to worry about such things.
A particularly loud noise from the screen drew their attention to it for a few moments, but they were soon back at their own action. The very public place for their performance enhanced the feeling of excitement, adding a frisson of danger. Supposing someone should see!
Danny was fingering her crotch. Having had the blouse and bra to contend with to reach her breasts, he now had to do battle with tights and panties to find her cunt; an infinitely bigger hurdle to pass.
Rachel decided not to make life too difficult. She stood up, taking Danny by surprise, pulled down the offending garments, then sat on the upturned seat with her legs spread. Luckily Danny wasn't particularly tall and his penis, still locked in his trousers, was about on a level with Rachel's welcoming vagina if he bent his legs a little. Placing his back against the seat in front he unzipped his fly and released a short, thick, hard cock.
It was the first one Rachel had actually seen, and even then, the dim surroundings prevented a real inspection of the strange object that was about to enter her. She tentatively reached out and touched it; could this solid piece of flesh really go into her delicate vagina without causing any damage? It didn't seem possible.
Danny fumbled in his pocket and brought out a small packet. "You don't have one, do you?" he whispered.
"One what?" whispered Rachel.
"A condom."
"Oh." Rachel shook her head. "No."
"Safe sex and all that."
"Of course."
"And no babies."
"No."
Rachel watched as Danny tore the top off the packet and extracted a rubber. "Let me put it on."
"Yeh. Sure."
He handed it over and Rachel wondered why she'd made the suggestion. She looked at it, trying to figure out what to do with the small circle of rubber. How was this supposed to protect anyone?
"Put it on my cock this way." Danny, seeing her uncertainty, guided her hand. "Then roll it along."
"I see."
She did as instructed and Danny sighed. "Oh, you don't know what that does to me."
Rachel imagined it would be a similar feeling to the one she gave herself when fingering her sex. Come to think of it; she suited the action to the thought and began work on her sensitive clitoris.
"Oh, no!" groaned Danny. "I don't think I can hold myself watching you do that."
"Don't waste time then."
Danny leaned in towards her and she could feel the tip of his penis blindly probing for the open lips of her labia. She helped the hard rod to find its target then held her breath as it slowly pushed ever further into the soft, velvet hole. There was a brief stab of pain, making her wince, but then she was aware of nothing but a pulsating warmth.
Danny slid his staff in as far as it would go, then pulled back again, only to push forward once more. He began a rhythm, slowly at first, but gradually becoming faster and faster. Rachel clung tightly to Danny's shoulders, her breath coming in short gasps, as he pumped harder and harder, faster and faster until....!!!
It was all over. Suddenly and without warning, Danny went rigid and Rachel could feel his penis throbbing inside her. He cried out. Rachel was sure his cry must have been loud enough to be heard round the auditorium, but a quick glance showed her that nobody was bothering. It was obvious he had done what he intended to do, but Rachel was left with a feeling of unfinished business.
Danny relaxed his body. His penis still lay inside Rachel, snug in its warm nest, but already life was draining from it, having dumped the life-giving sperm into the condom. Soon it would be nothing more than a shrivelled, pathetic object utterly incapable of filling a woman's vagina. The condom, once stretched to its limit, was now deflated and almost fell off.
"I'll have to take this to the toilet," Danny whispered, zipping up his pants. "Be back soon."
He left her sitting on the upturned seat, her blouse open, bra pushed up, tights and panties around her ankles. It was over; her first experience and all she felt was deflated. She had just lost her virginity, for God's sake! It was supposed to be one of the highlights of her life. She had read about it in books, seen films and heard her more precocious friends vividly describe the wonderful experience. It had been enjoyable enough, but over too quickly. There was no real spark and she hadn't had a proper orgasm. Maybe the less-than-comfortable circumstances had made it difficult. She hoped so, for if that's all there was, then penetration by a penis was only marginally more exciting than self-masturbation.
The relationship with Danny soon outran its course, but to him fell the honour of being the first and nothing could take that away from him. There were two short relationships, one of them resulting in short, uncomfortable penetrative sex a couple of times, then Paul came into her life.
