My name is Louise. I'm nearing fifty. I'm the youngest of four siblings, two older brothers and one sister. As things transpired, I got stuck living at home, looking after my elderly parents. I had a job, in the offices of a local factory. The rest of my time was spent, shopping, cooking and cleaning for mum and dad. In the circumstances, not much chance of any sort of relationship. I went to company parties and drinks evenings but always had to go home to mum and dad. A fairly sheltered existence. That's not to say I lived like a nun. I read women's magazines like Cosmopolitan, so had some idea of what went on, elsewhere.
Those are the circumstances, now a bit about me. Nobody in our family is tall. I take after my mother, I just graze 5' on the tape measure. I have short blonde hair, cut in a bob, easy to look after. My eyes are more grey than blue. My body is in proportion to my size. Small breasts with similarly small nipples. I wish both were a bit bigger. Flat stomach and narrow waist. My bum is my favourite feature. It's cute if I say so myself.
I'm now on my own. Dad passed away two years ago and mum six months ago. I suppose it was inevitable, as I was a late arrival to the family. There is a big gap between me and my eldest brother. What to do. The likelihood was that at my age, I'd end up working and living alone. Things changed at the company Christmas party.
I always circulated round at events like this, as most of the people were married and accompanied by their husbands or wives. At this party, I was surprised to see that Duncan, a manager in a different department, was alone. I had met his wife Fleur at previous events. Small like me. Long dark hair, streaked with grey. Her boobs and bum a bit larger. A slight belly, not surprising as they had a couple of sons. I went over to talk. He said that his wife had passed away, from cancer, a few months ago.
"I'm so sorry to hear that."
"It's alright, I'm starting to come to terms with it. It was tough to start with but everyone has been really helpful and supportive."
We spent the evening talking, mostly about the recent changes in our lives. Also, what we thought the future would hold. Neither of us are particularly young but not ready to end up in a care home either. We arranged to go out to dinner, the following weekend. He arrived in a taxi and we headed into town. A nice meal with some expensive wine. We talked a lot, more than I ever had, with either him or Fleur. At the end of the night the taxi dropped me home and he kissed me goodnight. A perfect gentleman. Had I expected things to go further, possibly. This was all new to me and a long time since he had done anything similar.
It was late, I went inside and headed to bed. I had moved into the room, next to my parents. It had belonged to my eldest brother. I couldn't deal with being in my parents room. Don't get the wrong idea about me. I may not have had any relationships with men. That didn't mean sex was a foreign country. I have been masturbating for ages. So much so, that I have refined my technique to a fine art. I frequently orgasm half a dozen times a night. Talking to my sister, having multiple orgasms and cumming relatively quickly, runs in our family. She is the same. Having thoughts of what might be ahead of me, I got myself off a few times, before falling asleep. I used to keep quiet when I had an orgasm. Now that I was alone, I made some noise but letting go completely wasn't in my nature.
I began seeing Duncan regularly. On our third weekend date, I invited him in. I don't know if he was surprised or not. I poured us a brandy each, left over from when my dad drank it. He thanked me for the drink and took out his phone, presumably to call for another taxi. I stopped him, inviting him to stay. I ascended the stairs and he followed. I turned on the small bedside light, minimal illumination. I'd never been naked with a man before. What would he think? Living at home for so long, my underwear wasn't what you would call sexy. Big white pants and a standard white bra. We undressed and I quickly got under the covers. He picked something from his jacket pocket and placed it on the cupboard by the bed. A packet of condoms. His body was relatively hairy. His penis not that big, started to get hard as he got into the bed.
He took my hand and moved it up and down his shaft. It felt hard and warm. He opened the box took out a foil pack and tore the top. Taking the rubber, he rolled it down his penis. I replaced my hand, exploring something new. We kissed and he stroked my breasts. My nipples are sensitive, almost enough to give me an orgasm. He moved his hand down my stomach. I was definitely self conscious about this. I'd never done anything to my pubic hair. A large blonde or light brown patch. Would he mind? It didn't seem so. He stroked the hair and inside my thighs. Softly, gently and slowly he moved towards my vagina. A few strokes of my labia and a brush of my clitoris and I had an orgasm. I got the sense that he was a bit shocked.
He moved between my legs and rubbed the condom encased penis along my slit. Although you would expect someone of my slight build, to be tiny down there. It isn't the case. I've never put anything inside myself, other than fingers but have managed four when I masturbate. My hymen was long since gone. He slid in easily and began moving, not fast or hard. Did he think he was going to hurt me? Or was this his way. He built up slowly. I came again. A little longer and he uttered,
"Cumming."
He ground his pubic hair against mine, his penis fully inside me. The movement brought about my third orgasm. Louder.
"Uh, uh, uh."
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, fine. You just took my virginity."
"You are joking, aren't you?"
"No seriously. That was my first time and it was great."
"Do you always orgasm that quickly? Fleur used to take lots of foreplay and nearly twenty minutes of intercourse. She would cum like you do but it took time."
"Yes. From what my sister said, she is the same. Oh god, I shouldn't have said that."
He smiled, kissed me and held me tight. He stayed the night, just cuddling before falling asleep. On Sunday morning, I got up and put on a housecoat, Duncan was still half asleep. I went down to make some tea and toast. He must have smelled the toast. He appeared just as I was laying the table, dressed in just his trousers and shirt. We finished our toast and marmalade and I made some more tea.
"Can I ask you some questions?"
He nodded as he sipped his tea.
"This might be a bit personal or a bit raw for your feelings. I told you last night, that you were the first man I've been with. That is true. I've only ever masturbated until then. Last night was fantastic. As I have so little experience, what do you like to do. If you don't mind, what did you do with Fleur?"
"It's alright. I don't mind. We started off, like we did last night. After a while, perhaps a year or more. We thought things were getting a little routine. We subscribed to a magazine, which explored sexual desires and different aspects of sex. A few photos and drawings but mostly in depth articles. We started trying out some of the things we read about."
"Such as?"
"We started with oral sex. Her sucking me and me licking her. We went on to role playing, like doctors and nurses, naughty school girls and so on. Things just developed from there. I will drop them over later and you can have a read. If it isn't for you, then you know we have what happened last night."
I went upstairs and got dressed. Should I? While I was there, I used the phone by the bed, to call Lynsey, my sister. I told her what had gone on and what Duncan was talking about. Her advice, go ahead, live a little, before it's too late. Duncan called a taxi and went home. He returned about an hour later. Nice BMW car. He left the magazines with me and said that he would see me at work.
I spent the rest of Sunday, opening my eyes to a whole new world. Bondage, leather and rubber fetishes, dildos and vibrators, urination, spanking, role playing, oral and anal sex. The articles described each, the mechanics and the possible ways people got gratification from them. I don't think I had ever considered any of them. Some sounded down right weird, others even painful. I really couldn't visualise the Fleur I knew, doing any of them. At work, in a quiet moment, I managed to catch a quick word with Duncan. He invited me to his place for the weekend, if I thought that it would be alright. Taking Lynsey's advice, I agreed.
I packed a small bag and put Duncan's magazines in another. He came to pick me up, first thing on Saturday morning. Looking at his car, I wasn't surprised that his house was nice. About twenty years old, driveway, large garage, it looked to be large. Lawn to the front. He showed me inside, very nice, clean and tidy. He went to put the kettle on for some tea. When he returned, I gave him back his magazines.
"What did you think?"
"Honestly, I was shocked. I'm glad you let me go through on my own. I would have been really embarrassed looking at them with you. I know we met years ago but this is a big step from just talking to you and Fleur at parties."
"Sorry."
