My introduction to spanking had come some fifteen years earlier while at college (that is another story) but I was not in any way involved in the practice and had not even considered the subject since graduating. I was a senior officer in the Foreign Affairs Protocol Division and had a busy and high profile working life that often took me out of town and overseas. I was, I believe, successful, well respected and above reproach professionally. My private life was low key and had not permitted much in the way of relationships because of my being totally absorbed in my work, that I loved, and the somewhat unpredictable hours that I had to keep. It had never bothered me and I had this thought in the back of my mind that “one day” I would probably meet someone who would cause me to change all that! In the meantime I was never without an escort when I required one and always had men around who would have liked to date me on a regular basis if I had been looking for that type of association.
I guess that, technically, one could not have called me a sexual virgin either. I had one encounter in my teens and, while that had not been totally enjoyable, it certainly had not put me off for life. A relationship in my early twenty’s had led to one other occasion when I had relented and gone the whole way – with much more pleasurable results I might add – but it had been about eight years since I had had let myself become so involved as to let things come to that. I was certainly not “cold” just not willing (and too busy) to get committed to that extent just yet.
During the Winter of the year in which I turned thirty, I had taken a longer than usual period of leave for the purpose of going on an extended holiday in Europe and to do some serious skiing –a sport that enjoyed but normally had too little time to really enjoy. During this holiday I met up with Allan who was about a year older than I was - great company – not obviously on the make – and who was a person that for the first time in my life I was totally relaxed and comfortable about being with. After I returned home we kept in touch and from time to time went out to the theatre or dining and dancing. It was clear that this was quite probably the man who, if he asked me, I would probably marry and settle down with.
Our relationship progressed and, somewhat out of the blue, Allan raised the probability of perhaps getting away for a week on our own. We discussed various options and finally settled on renting a campervan and getting off the beaten track in a part of the country that we both liked and that offered the chance to just “get away from it all” for a bit.
All was arranged and Allan was to call at my home to collect me late on Friday afternoon after picking up the camper. We bundled all the gear into the back and set off out of the city in building peak hour traffic. Once underway Allan had to concentrate on the traffic and driving the unfamiliar vehicle and I just sat back and enjoyed what scenery there was until, growing bored, I started exploring the glove box etc of the van. Allan had called at his place before collecting me and, as leaving, had noticed mail in his box. He had just grabbed it and put it in the glove box of the van. I discovered this and noticed that one item was a large brown envelope, which was partly torn open. The contents were clearly a copy of a well-known and very explicit men’s magazine. I was intrigued but not too shocked. Hey, I had my favourites magazines too and receiving them by mail rather than standing in a shop queue was the way to buy. I started to thumb through the magazine and Allan did not take too much notice so I curled up on the seat (there is a stack of room in those vans) and read some of the articles and, of course looked at the many pictures. I was getting more and more aroused and could feel myself getting damp and my nipples hard.
The traffic had thinned and we were able to move along more quickly as we got further out of town and Allan was able to relax a little, being more familiar with the van and out of the almost gridlock conditions experienced earlier. We began to talk more and I could feel the electricity growing. Something was going to happen and soon!
I moved closer to Allan. It was not my nature to make moves like that but I just felt like it was right. Soon we had hands resting on each other’s legs and softly stroking the thighs. Allan moved my (shortish) skirt up and stroked the bare flesh of my thigh and I in turn moved his hand higher until he was fingering the crutch of my panties. He could not do too much else and continue to drive and there were no suitable places to pull over and stop, so I had to be content with that for now. I , however, had an urge that I had not previously felt, to move on and take control of the play, so I unzipped his fly and felt around for his, obviously hardening, tool. Allan was very surprised, as we had not previously taken any steps in that direction. I was blown away because I had not, in my very limited past experience, felt a prick as big, long and thick as what was in those pants! It seemed to me to be enormous.
