This is a tale of fiction based on a little truth.
All protagonists are over 18.
I hope you enjoy.
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I had been like all hormonal teenagers back in the 1980's. There was no Internet at the time, so I contented myself dreaming of older family friends, the odd lady I met in day to day life and of course Teachers at school. Not to mention the odd pornographic magazine I managed to get hold of.
While my parents were both lovely people, who worked hard to provide for me, I never had a "birds and bees" conversation with either of them and until I hit my mid teens I was unaware of why my penis hardened at the most inconvenient of times. And was even more surprised at the pleasure I got when I touched and stroked it. The first time I actually came, I thought my head would explode as I gazed lustfully at the topless lady on page 3 of a national newspaper!
Was this right to feel like this? To feel so out of control as a white sticky fluid burst from the tip of my stiff member?
I had so many questions to ask, but no one to ask them of.
I poured over the 'agony aunt' page of the aforementioned paper, looking for answers, but finding none. The 'top shelf' magazines I read provided no definitive answers either. The stories inside, all depicted men and women 'hooking up', almost casually and at will, before fucking each other into oblivion. Was that the way it was meant to be? Sex? Was it just a physical thing with no emotional attachment?
I worked out the actual physical element of sex, where my penis was meant to go. But also vividly recall looking at a hairy vagina in a magazine and being, if I'm honest, a little disgusted at the time. The lady in question had large vaginal lips, that were a deep pink in colour and appeared to be wet. They were also surrounded by a forest of hair, keeping things neat and tidy below, was clearly not the done thing back in the 80's!
Before I go any further, I think an introduction is necessary. I'm Samuel, Sam for short, an average bloke, brought up in the Midlands of the UK. Standing 5'11" tall, with light brown hair, blue eyes, slim, athletic built and of an easy going disposition.
While I'm no lady killer, it's safe to say that I've had my share of willing partners over the years.
Now back to the story, now the introduction is over.
So, as I said, the thought of putting my penis in such a place as a very hairy vagina, certainly didn't appeal at the time. Let alone my tongue, as I'd read that men (and some women too) enjoyed doing and women loved as well.
Little did I know that my opinion would change as I grew up.
Maybe my thought's about what turned me on were moulded by the pictures I saw in magazines and in the newspapers, but I found myself becoming more and more attracted to the more busty ladies I saw and those that wore stockings and lingerie too.
My cock would throb as I looked at and lusted after the busty, lingerie clad lovelies I gazed at. Usually I ended up exploding all over my hand as I ogled them.
Yep, it was safe to say I liked big boobs and sexy lingerie and still do to this day. The merest hint of a bountiful cleavage or stocking top is still guaranteed to make me twitch.
One such lady that was sure to make me hard was my old science teacher, Miss Malone. She was probably late 20's, with a curvaceous figure, red shoulder length hair and a pretty face. As of the time, she wore bright clothes, that hugged her curvy frame, almost always accompanied by bright nylons that complimented her outfit. Many a time during her lessons I found myself dreaming about her nylon clad legs, hoping they were stockings, as she glided around the classroom.
I could have sworn that I could see what I believed to be a suspender belt under her tight skirt, but as a teenager I was never sure. When she leant forward her top would gape open slightly, giving anyone that cared to look a glimpse of a full cleavage that I dreamt of burying my face in.
It was safe to say that Miss Malone, was a mainstay in many of my fantasies when I was alone, cock in hand!
Alas all good things come to an end and I left school and never saw Miss Malone again, although she was still in my thoughts on many an occasion.
My first time, like most, I imagine was underwhelming. I enjoyed it, of course I did and the lady I was with seemed to as well. She was a girl next door type that lived a few doors down from me and after lots of kissing and touching we went all the way one night in my bedroom.
She was a year or so younger than my 19 years with nice firm breasts and bum. While we never went steady per se, we often met up and I like to think learnt a lot about sex together. She even indulged me in my proclivity of sexy lingerie and stockings from time to time, something that I thoroughly enjoyed! She went down on me and I happily reciprocated, learning to love licking a womans pussy.
During this period of my young life, I started venturing out with mates, hitting the local night spots. Like all young men, I made new acquaintances on occasion and my number of sexual encounters grew accordingly, some memorable, others not so.
I was even seduced by one of my older sisters friends in my early 20's. To say she blew my mind would be an understatement! We'd been out for a night and when we got back home, I headed to bed and was just dozing off when my bedroom door opened and in she came. Stripping off in the half light, I was treated to the sight of her mature figure before she slipped under the covers with me and took me to such places I'd only dreamt about previously.
Now I think about it maybe those encounters in magazines I'd read in my youth did actually happen in real life!
I moved away with a job shortly after and spent over 20 years travelling the World, visiting far flung places and taking in sights I'd only seen on TV. I eventually married and divorced before returning home to live in the same city I'd grown up in at the ripe old age of 40 in 2007.
Now in my own place I secured a decent job, as a supervisor for an IT company, installing and maintaining systems, networks and equipment.
I caught up with old friends regularly and visited my elderly parents at least once a week. I hadn't even thought about the fairer sex for a couple of months after moving back, when I got a call from my team leader, who told me that I was to head to a school on Monday and that the details would be emailed to me over the weekend.
Monday morning rolled around and firing up my laptop, I scrolled through my emails and found the details of the new job.
I was going back to my old school! My contact was to be the deputy head, who would greet me once I arrived on site and guide me through what was needed and where.
As I drove through the morning rush hour my mind wandered back to the old days. Would the school be much different? Were any of the old teachers likely to be there still? I would soon find out, either way.
At the reception I was greeted by an efficient lady, who told me to take a seat and that the deputy head would be with me shortly. I thanked her, then instead of sitting began perusing the old pictures of classes from by gone years on the wall.
I eventually found my old year picture and found a rather unkempt looking younger me near the back row. Memories of the time flooded back to me and I found myself looking at Miss Malone sat on the front row, her red hair marking her out straight away, bright purple nylon on her legs.
Stepping back, I almost bumped into a figure that had appeared silently behind me. Turning around, I was greeted by the same person I'd just been looking at. Yes she was older, her hair was shorter with the odd streak of grey, but it was definitely her. Miss Malone was stood before me!
A hand was extended out towards me, perfectly manicured pink nails on the end of her fingers.
"Mr Harris I presume?" she began "I'm Miss..."
"Malone" I finished her sentence for her, "yes I know."
