Young woman finds sex with an older man and anal.
Prologue.
his is set in the nineties before mobile phones and email when I was in my twenties and finding my way as a sexual woman. I made two major discoveries that are covered in the story; sex with an older man and anal.
There's quite a lot to cover so it's a multi-part story that I will publish every few days. I recommend that you read the parts in numerical order but that's not essential as each stands alone as a story.
Please enjoy and do let me know of any comments or observation both positive and negative.
Thanks
Jayne.
Car sex.
On the back seat of his car, Bob was tense with hope and anticipation. He so badly wanted to feel Jayne's tits, but then he badly wanted to feel any part of her. But was she up for it, was their relationship strong enough yet he wondered suddenly realising that his fingers were slightly further up inside her top? Somehow, without him being fully aware of doing it, his hand was on her side just inches down from her breast, so near, but yet so far, he grinned. Still though, he acknowledged, she wasn't stopping him or pushing his hand away. There was no resistance to him touching her bare flesh several inches now above her waist. Incredibly really at that miniscule point in time, there was nothing more important to either of them than how far Bob's hand and fingers went up Jayne's top.
Bob stopped kissing her and lifted his head up. He looked at her and Jayne turned and lifted her head so their eyes met in the dim light. Deep down, they both knew what was going to happen for they both knew what they wanted to happen and they both knew what was inevitable. Bob's hand slid slowly up her chest until it was just inches from her breast. He stopped with his eyes boring onto hers silently asking the question, enquiring, essentially saying. 'May I touch your tits?'
This was new territory for the blonde. In her 'normal' mid-twenties world, boys didn't ask, they didn't consider the girl's feelings, they took rather than shared. But she liked Bob's approach, she liked being asked, she liked it being mutual, she liked her wishes being respected. So, she gave him his answer by almost doing nothing. By not resisting, by not objecting and by not moving, Jayne accepted Bob's invitation. By simply lying there she in effect gave him her permission, her agreement, her authority to touch her tits. He recognised that and his heart started to pound. Although momentarily thinking 'Shit I'm only going to feel her up' it was still one of the most sexually charged and erotically exciting moments he could recall.
And then with no further delay and their gazes locked, Bob slid his hand up Jayne's body and closed his fingers round her breast, squeezing and squashing the shapely orb. It was incredible for both of them and exactly what they each needed and wanted, but of course they didn't and couldn't say that to each other. Instead, she sighed and he let a low appreciative groan.
The first time that a potential lover touches a woman's breast is always very special. And this was no exception. Even though Jayne had been aware that it was going to happen, that she was expecting it and that she wanted it, the feel of Bob's hand on her left breast sent a surge of desire and want through her. It also made her body jerk. She kissed him harder as if saying 'Yes. That's ok, it's what I want too."
Bob squeezed her beautifully pert breast and pinched her rubbery nipple at the same time. It felt amazing to both of them. To her, oddly, it was so much more erotic than when Jack did it and to him, Ok Sofi had bigger tits, but he paid to play with those; the one in his hand was being given freely to him by a young, gorgeous girl who was well young enough to be his daughter.
"Oh Jayne," he breathed.
"Shush don't say anything," she whispered back putting her fingers to his lips. He opened his mouth and took her middle finger between his lips. He sucked it gently as he continued caressing her tit.
They were like that for some time. Most of the buttons on Bob's white cotton shirt were undone and Jayne's other hand was softly stroking his chest. Her finger had now been drawn into Bob's mouth, 'just like a cock in mine' she couldn't help thinking, but then that is the idea of finger sucking, she smiled. Their mouths were squirming against each other and his hand was up her top, stroking, squeezing, pinching and caressing both her breasts and nipples.
"Jayne you feel so wonderful," he sighed as he felt her hand slip away from his chest.
It felt wonderful to her too. The pleasure, the arousal, the excitement and everything that was going on made her want more. It made her feel adventurous and bold. It diminished her inhibitions and she was ready to go further. In the back of her mind, she had accepted that if he wanted to she would let him fuck her. It was safe enough for any car would have to drive right across the car park and they would see the lights and would have time to adjust their clothing.
"Just a sec Bob," she whispered right into his ear as he felt her hands moving and going between them making him wonder just what she was doing. Then amazingly, incredibly and so outrageously sexily that if it had been possible he would have hardened even more Jayne slowly pulled the tee shirt up until she bared her breasts. She went on in a near croak. "And what do they look like Bob?"
Bob had never had such a thing done for him before in such circumstances and it made him feel stupendous. He simply gazed at the two medium sized breasts capped with the prominent, coral pink nipples that he could just about see in the dim light. He ran his fingertips slowly over each one across each nipple into the wide cleavage and up the slope of each boob and muttered almost in a trance.
"They are so beautiful Jayne, they are wonderful. You have gorgeous breasts."
He moved his head forward and licked the hardened tip of each of her nipples. That made her grunt with pleasure and let out a deep sigh.
"Suck them Bob," she groaned as suddenly there was light everywhere.
"What the hell?" Bob said sitting up."
"Fuck," Jayne said pulling her top down to cover her tits as they heard a voice saying.
"This is the forest rangers here, please get out of the car."
They looked at each other. "Bloody hell, we're in the shit," Bob muttered. "I'm sorry Jayne, come on we'd better get out," he said as they sat bathed in light from the powerful torches from both sides.
Jayne smiled at him. "Don't say sorry it was my idea we go somewhere quiet. It'll be ok, don't worry."
There were two average sized men dressed a bit like, well as you might expect forest rangers to dress and look, whatever the hell they are?
"Thank you, sir and madam," one of them said as Bob and Jayne stood bashfully before the pair of them. "We would like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind. I have to tell you that you do not have to answer them, ok"
"Look what do I call you ranger?" Bob started.
"Yes, that'll be fine."
"What is the problem, we haven't done anything wrong, have we?"
"Well technically probably not, but that sort of behaviour in a public place may be illegal."
"What do you mean that sort of behaviour?" he said rather fiercely.
"Look sir, my partner and I saw exactly what was going on in there."
"What you were spying on us?"
"No not at all when we see a car with no lights parked in the dark it's our job to investigate."
"So why were you looking in on us?"
"Because we need to establish if there is anyone in the car."
"Ok so once you had done that, why keep looking?"
"Because," the other ranger chimed in. "We could not avoid seeing what you were doing."
Both of them looked from Bob to Jayne and back again. Bob was sure that they were thinking 'what on earth is a young stunner like her doing with an old fart like him?'. He was partially correct.
