A message from Patchwork - This is a true story related to me by one of my readers, Heather (not her real name). It is written in the first person as these are her words. We have corresponded since last summer and she opened up to me to say she liked my writing and asked if I would re-tell her story. I have done as she asked with just a little editing. She says this is the story of the most exciting summer of her life. She is now, in her words, 'a respectable married woman with a professional career.' But she says the summer of 1977 was the most exciting of her life sexually and set her to pursue a hedonistic life for a few years before she felt the need to settle-down. But now she says she often recalls and fantasises about that time. She is not regretful and is glad she took the opportunity to be promiscuous for a while in her youth. But she wants to tell her story. Relating it has been thrilling for her and she wants to see if it excites others as much as it has her. It certainly excited me to write it for her. She hopes you enjoy her story. I decided to include her story in my new series featuring visitors -- I think her story is the best possible debut to this series.
Before you read on just a word of warning -- As a true story from the 1970s this tale reflects the sexual politics of the day. If you think this might offend you please choose a different story.
Hi, My name is Heather (not really obviously) and I want to tell everyone about my personal summer of love and revelation in 1977. I have read and enjoyed stories by Patchwork and together we have recreated the story of my sexual awakening. I hope you enjoy reading my story. I would be thrilled to read your comments.
June 1977 - Arrival
I had turned 18 and finished school in England. I was destined to start full time work in the autumn that year and my parents thought it would be good experience to spend the summer with my Dad's older brother and his wife in Hong Kong. I left the weekend after my return from boarding school. My parents were kind and affectionate but looking back they were very protective. They usually arranged a summer trip for us as a family. Typically we would stay with their friends in Gibraltar. This could be a little boring as it was mostly adults talking. I didn't mind, I was used to it. In fact I had enjoyed a few wonderful summer trips and made some new friends. But, as a young adult, Hong Kong was going to be a very different experience. One that actually changed my life for a long while afterwards.
I arrived on a Saturday afternoon via a twelve-hour flight from London and I was met by Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob and Auntie Pat were probably your classic English ex-pats at the time. They were rich and self-obsessed and had a good lifestyle amongst the ex-pat community in Hong Kong. Uncle Bob did something in exports. I don't remember what exactly. He was important in the company and exuded that absolute confidence of a successful, mature man who knows what he wants and how to get it.
To my teen eyes then he seemed old. His salt and pepper hair and large moustache added to the old-fashioned effect. But I suppose he was probably only late-forties at the time. Of course people seemed to age more quickly then. I don't feel old now despite being over 60. He smoked a pipe. I remember the heady smell of the tobacco smoke. Most adults smoked back then. So it was something you just learned to accept. Honestly I found the smell of his pipe exciting. It conveyed a sense of power and dominance; in fact even now the odd whiff of pipe tobacco is still arousing.
Uncle Bob was a gentleman and wheeled my baggage trolley to his car. It was a small and expensive sports car, don't ask me what type. Possibly a BMW but I've never been interested in cars so I paid little attention to that. He was chatty, warm and welcoming. He loaded my bags and joked that I must be moving in for good judging by the amount of luggage. His humour made me giggle like a silly girl. We climbed into the car but he didn't drive off immediately. We sat in the gloomy parking garage with the engine off. It felt hot. The Hong Kong summer heat and humidity was almost suffocating.
Instead he turned to look at me, "Well you have really blossomed into a fine young woman," his rich baritone was very commanding. I admit I found him attractive. He had bright blue, humorous eyes. He was smart and amusing and he exuded charisma. You felt like you had all of his attention when he spoke to you.
"Thank you," I grinned at him feeling shy but pleased at the compliment. Like most young women of 18 I was discovering my power. I liked the attention I got from men, and I found strong confident, mature men quite appealing.
He surprised me by leaning over to me to cup my face in his hand, "You really are very pretty." He was close, his scent was a mix of musky aftershave and pipe tobacco. "And your body has filled out beautifully." His hand traced down from my cheek, down my neck and across my shoulder so that his fingers lightly caressed the side of my left breast. After a second he closed his hand around my breast, squeezing gently, "Yes, really beautiful."
I was a little shocked at how forward he was. Of course I had been touched before. I wasn't completely naïve. I'd had a couple of boyfriends and had indulged in some heavy petting, as we called it then. Like probably most young women at the time I had also been groped by various adult men of my acquaintance. I suppose it was a sign of the times. Somehow then men felt entitled to touch women. Recently one of my friends laughed saying that back then if you didn't get your bum pinched you'd be offended.
He went even further, "What about a kiss for your dear uncle?" without waiting for my reply his mouth was on mine. Without preliminaries he gave me a French kiss. Again not my first. Not even my first uninvited kiss. You would think it would have been smoky and unpleasant, but it was actually spicy and a little intoxicating. I don't know why I didn't resist. Maybe it was the sultry heat or the fatigue from the flight. Looking back I think I was maybe a little flattered, maybe even curious. Uncle Bob was a large man with a powerful presence. I suppose I had a slight crush on him.
As he continued to kiss me he felt my breasts. One then the other over my clothes. His hand then travelled down my tummy. On the flight I had worn a blouse and high waisted jeans with four buttons at the waist. His hand delved between my legs. His fingers were strong and forceful. He pressed his hand hard against my crotch. It made me gasp. He repeated the action pressing his fingers firmly against me. I honestly don't think it was sexual excitement, although that was part of it. I'd been curious about sex since I was old enough to understand anything about it. At that point I had not had full sex, but I had been touched like this before. But previous episodes had been fleeting, clumsy or hesitant. Uncle Bob seemed confident, potent even. I was his niece, entrusted to him and Pat for the summer. He shouldn't be doing this. We hadn't even left the airport. My mind was racing with very confused thoughts.
He placed his own interpretation on my gasp, "Oh you are a game little filly, eh? You like that? We can have some fun this summer if you like." He took my right hand and placed it in his lap. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection through his trousers. He closed his hand round mine and made me squeeze the hardness. It felt really thick. "Oh yes, lots of fun if you like." After a pause to smile at me he added, "Let's get you home and settled in."
He drove me home where I was greeted by Auntie Pat. She was tall and slim and always seemed to be smoking a cigarette in a short holder. Her short bob hair was dark auburn. Probably a little greying too but it was her habit to dye it. She was heavily tanned and always wore bright blue eye shadow and dark red lipstick.
The evening passed happily and we had a light meal and caught-up on family news. Uncle Bob made teasing remarks about his little brother and Auntie Pat scolded him.
"Oh Bob, for heaven's sake don't tease the child."
"She can take it Patty. She's not a child anymore," grinning at me he added, "You are a woman of the world, aren't you sweetheart? You want adventure, eh?"
"You pay no attention to Bob, dear. He loves to tease people. You just answer him back, show him who's boss."
Bob just sucked on his pipe and laughed at this. But I caught his eye and he gave a cheeky wink.
At last the flight caught-up with me and I was exhausted so Auntie Pat fussed over me while I showered and prepared for bed. I slipped into bed and she tucked me in, kissing my forehead. She said she was glad I had come and that we would have fun.
I thought of Uncle Bob's promise of fun and it was like Auntie Pat read my thoughts."
"What happened in the car?"
"Em, we, ah, he...," I was lost for words.
She smiled, stroking my forehead she said, "Sorry sweetheart, he's a randy old bastard. Did he touch you?"
I gave the barest nod.
"Did he try to kiss you?" Again a slight nod. Then she surprised me, "Did you like it?" She could see my shock at this. "You know this isn't stuffy old England. People here are freer. We enjoy more uninhibited fun. Bob and I have fun with some of our friends," I could tell the way she said 'fun' that she meant sex. "You can enjoy yourself this summer if you want. It can be our secret. Just don't be frightened, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything you don't want. But I'll tell Bob to leave you alone. His brain is in his dick, you know. But you needn't worry about him. Tomorrow I will introduce you to Eloise, our neighbour's daughter, she is your age and she can look after you. Goodnight darling." She kissed me again on the forehead and left me to sleep.
I slept well. Deeply and for many hours. In fact it was after 1 pm the next day when I woke. I made my way through to the lounge and found Auntie Pat on the sun deck. She was wearing a red bikini and was chatting with another woman she introduced as Maude. Pat's slim figure looked good in the bikini. She had very small boobs but long slender legs. I noticed her toes were perfectly pedicured. Maude was a curvy woman also in a swimsuit and both women were sitting in the shade. It was a very hot day. Maude had large boobs and a round, perfectly tanned tummy. In fact both women were perfectly tanned and it made me feel pale and pallid by comparison.
Pat greeted me with a joke, "Here she comes, awake at last, Darling? I don't need to ask if you slept well?"
"Sorry Auntie Pat."
"Oh please Darling, less of the 'auntie' you make me feel old. This is my good friend Maude," she made the introduction.
Maude held out her hand and gave me a smile. I took her hand and to my surprise she pulled me down to meet her lips and kissed me briefly, "You are charming dearie."
