I'll always remember Helen fondly. I first met her many years ago and she quickly became one of the most intense erotic experiences of my young life. We came together briefly, drifted apart, and now, thirty years or so later, I've decided to write about my memories of her.
She was working as a part-time waitress in the local hotel in a small town when we first met. I was playing with a band performing at the hotel, and noticed her during the course of the evening as she waited on the tables. The truth is, I saw her, but didn't immediately lust after her - she was very attractive, although nothing special to look at, but then, neither am I. She was sexy without a doubt, but not beautiful in the conventional sense.
At the end of the evening, I finished packing up my guitar and equipment and wandered out into the foyer for a breath of fresh air, and there she was. She already had her coat on and was obviously finished work, ready to go home when I started talking to her. She was very friendly, saying how much she enjoyed the band, and how the music had helped her evening pass quickly.
Impulsively, I put my arm round her waist and pulled her closer to me - she didn't resist, and so I kissed her. She kissed me back eagerly, and the kiss lasted some time. When we split apart, her breathing was shallow and fast. 'That was really nice,' she whispered breathlessly in my ear. I said nothing, but with my arm still around her waist, I propelled her towards the door, and out into the night.
The hotel faced the main road, but was surrounded on three sides by a public park, so within seconds we had walked round the side of the hotel and entered the park. It was a beautiful summer evening, dark, but not too dark, with that dim light in the sky you only get in the summertime in Northern Scotland.
We stopped to kiss again, and as we kissed, I opened her coat and slid my hands round her back, caressing her back and shoulders. She shivered, but not with cold, and we found ourselves under a large tree. I pushed her gently against the tree, still kissing and caressing her, encouraged by the small moaning noises she was making deep in her throat. I slipped my right hand round onto her breast, and she pushed her breast harder into the palm of my hand, whispering, 'No, please don't do that.' Puzzled, I hesitated, but she made no effort to remove my hand with her hands or resist in any way, and pushed her breast even harder into my hand.
So, I kept on caressing her breast, searching out and squeezing her nipple gently through the fabric. She moaned with pleasure, kissing me harder still, her tongue darting here, there and everywhere in my mouth, while she gasped for breath. With my other hand I was now unbuttoning her blouse, and as she protested all the way, I pulled it out of her black uniform skirt. I slipped one hand behind her back and unfastened her bra, which brought another, 'No... No... Please don't do that,' but again she made no move to stop me, and I was now caressing the lovely smooth skin of her beautiful tits.
She had small breasts, but they were beautifully shaped, with large up-tilted nipples, which I made good use of, squeezing gently at first and then kissing and sucking. Even while whimpering with pleasure, she was, 'begging,' me to stop. I just kissed her again, hushing her objections and kept right on doing it, taking a moment to unzip my trousers and place my cock in her hand.
Her hand encircled my length, and she stroked it gently, squeezing, feeling my hardness. She liked it, I could tell by her responses, and the way she touched me. 'Oh no... Please don't make me do that, I don't want it,' she pleaded as she slowly stroked my cock, making me even harder if that was possible.
When I put my hand up her skirt, it brought a blizzard of protests, and yet, despite what her mouth was saying, she opened her legs wider to give me unimpeded access to her pussy. She was wearing panties, and that curse of modern times, tights, but even with this formidable barrier her wetness was seeping through, and I could feel the slippery juice coating my fingers. I'd never known a girl get so incredibly wet in such a short space of time. With the first touch of my hand between her legs, she moaned loudly, and it was the work of seconds to get my hand down the waistband of her tights and panties and part her cunt lips.
She almost collapsed as I slipped two fingers inside, and she clung onto me for support as I rubbed deeply, but gently in her saturated hole. She pushed her pussy forward, hard, thrusting herself wantonly, fucking my fingers. 'No, no, please stop, don't do that,' she pleaded, but with no attempt to stop me apart from her weak, whispered protests, I continued rubbing, and her fucking of my fingers became more frantic, and faster. She could protest as much as she wanted, I knew she was loving every second, and within a few seconds she went rigid, eyes tight shut, her face contorted with pleasure, she released a low moaning groan as her pelvis and slippery cunt sucked every last sensation of pleasure from my fingers.
As luck would have it, before I could complete the conquest and slip my cock inside her wet pussy, one of the guys from the band came round the corner of the hotel, and although he couldn't see us in the dark, called out my name, adding that the band-van was ready to leave. 'Fuck it,' I swore in frustration, but kissed her again, a sort of parting promise, as I disengaged from her embrace. 'Gotta go, will I see you again?' I asked.
'Of course, if you want to, but is there any chance you could give me a lift back into town? I have university in the morning, and it would save me getting up really early to catch the bus if I went back tonight.' I agreed of course, it would have been a bit ungrateful of me to refuse. It was a squeeze, with all the equipment and the band too, but as she sat on my lap all the way back to the city, I passed the time very pleasurably by kissing her, playing with her nipples and with a hand under her skirt, rubbing her pussy through the tights and panties.
