I have hemmed and hawed about writing a LW story. From glancing at many LW stories there is a large male audience here and I hope that perhaps a female voice might be welcomed by some. Each Winter, a group of old girlfriends get together in a country cottage to escape our families. We drink too much red wine, eat too much chocolate and laugh around an open fire. We also share many stories from our lives. This comes from one friend, who shared that she has only ever been with her husband and admitted she was bored in the bedroom and wondered what would happen if she was tempted. This story is for her.
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So many friends told me life begins at 40, however having reached the grand age I was beginning to doubt this. I grew up in a very traditional family in the country. I was sent to boarding school before my twelfth birthday and I did not take well to it. The oldest girl of four children with an older and younger brother at least saw that I would not be left in a life on the farm. Instead I trained as a teacher.
I was quiet through my university days choosing to focus on study. I shared a flat with a friend from boarding school and she was as conservative as I was. We both had a couple of boyfriends, but I was determined to wait until I was married to engage in any sexual activity. Even 20 years ago this was rare, but it was important to me.
My first teaching job was in a small country town a few hours from home. I had spent ten years in the city and was so happy to be back to a slower pace. In my first weeks there I met Rob. He was an accountant in town and had also recently graduated from university. To me, he was the most sophisticated, handsome man I had ever met. I swooned at his foppish hair and deep green eyes. His smile sent shivers down my spine.
We first met in a pub one Friday afternoon. Some colleagues insisted I join them. It was a warm February day and I remember being dressed in a long skirt and blouse with every button done up to the collar. I had belted the skirt and this did show my small waist. Although the blouse was not at all fitted, it did bellow above the waist to show a little of my ample bosom.
Rob was with colleagues too, including the husband of one of my colleagues and soon the two groups were sitting together downing beers as if they were going out of fashion. I had never really drunk beer before and I had learnt that to avoid the bitter taste I needed to drink it quickly. Rob came over and introduced himself. I actually don't remember what he said, and I doubt it was at all smooth, but my body melted at the sight of him. He tells everyone he knew as soon as he saw me I was going to be his wife.
We dated a bit, well as much as you can do in a country town. I lived in a small cottage that came with the job and I would cook meals for the two of us. I was always wary about entertaining Rob alone though because I worried that I might not be able to stop myself in his presence. On our first alone date, Rob drove me to a town over 100km away for a succulent Chinese meal, I told him that I wanted to save my virginity until marriage. Rob told me he found that incredibly sexy. I believed him and although he would often try and feel my breasts through my clothes as we sat and kissed on the couch, I never let him near my underwear or attempted to feel him at all.
In the first term school holidays I took Rob home to meet my family. Of course, we had separate rooms and I remember my younger sister quizzing me on what sex was like. I told her honestly that I was waiting, and she told me I was being foolish. Rob was a great hit with my parents and Basil, my older brother told me I had scored myself a keeper. An engagement soon followed, and we were married on a cold July day in the school holidays.
My mother had taken me to the town doctors when I came home for a long weekend several weeks before the wedding and I had gone on the pill. I remember our old country GP telling me how proud he was that I had saved myself for marriage, "Rosemary," he said being one of the few people to use my full name, "if only the world was full of other young ladies as sensible as you."
Our wedding was beautiful. The local church had flowers everywhere and ribbons tied to the ends of the pews. Rob was not overly religious but had attended boarding school like me and we both assumed we would simply get married in a church. Our reception was held in the town hall and catered for by the ladies of the town. It was lovely and to a 22-year-old me it was perfect. I felt I was finally an adult.
Rob drank a little too much at the reception and as soon as we were delivered to the bed and breakfast that we had arranged to spend a few days at after our wedding he fell asleep. I cried. I had imagined this night for so long and now my husband could have me and he was asleep. Fortunately, I had changed at the hall into a going away outfit, so I did not have to try and get myself out of my dress by myself. I left Rob sleeping on the couch where he had passed out and changed into my nighty for bed. To me, I thought it was the epitome of sexiness- wide lace straps and a satin like body. It was several sizes too big,
I remember waking and it was still dark. Rob had come to bed and was feeling my breasts through my nightgown.
"Oh Rose, I'm so sorry I fell asleep. I have been waiting to have you for months."
Rob kissed me and I melted looking into his eyes. I could feel his hand travelling up under my nightgown and I knew my heart was beating as though I had just sprinted across the oval at school. Rob had told me he had a few girlfriends at uni and I knew he wasn't a virgin. Rob was totally naked. He guided my hand to his erect cock. I will never forget stroking it for the first time. To me it was amazing. Fully erect, it fit in the palm of my hand. Rob eased my underwear down my legs and climbed on top of me. He had not even bothered to fully remove my nightgown.
I remember him asking if I was ready and before I knew it, he was in me. It didn't hurt as I thought it might, however I also suspect my hymen was long gone after riding horses from such a young age. It felt nice enough. I simply lay there, and Rob was on top of me pumping away like a piston. In a few minutes he grunted and froze. I could feel increased dampness between my legs. Rob climbed off and kissed me and told me how wonderful I was. I remember wondering if that was all sex was about then why do people make so much of it.
The following morning though, Rob encouraged me to climb on top of him. He suggested I rock gently. He had removed my nightgown this time and was playing with my breasts. I remember apologising because to me they are too big, but he told me they were simply perfect like the rest of me. This time I felt different to my first time. I could feel sensations I had never experienced. Rob pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I remember feeling an almost burning sensation building between my legs and was astounded when my vagina started convulsing and I started groaning and moaning.
I had never heard of orgasms before and this time I realised that there was more to sex than our middle of the night romp.
