Way back in 1979 when I was a teenager, a friend and I were talking.
"Have you been to the old Bakers house yet?" He asked me.
"Why would I want to go there?"
The Baker family had been a well to do bunch who had all died in a car accident, the house had been empty for about 2 months. It had been sealed up with corrugated metal sheets about a month after the accident.
He went on to tell me that it had turned into an anonymous "knocking shop" as he put it. Apparently you went into the house via the kitchen window by lifting the corner of the sheet. Downstairs were two rooms and a further 5 rooms upstairs.
There was enough light in the hallway and stairs because of a skylight. When you got to a door and it had a piece of cloth on the handle, the room was occupied, if there was no cloth you had to knock twice, for Male, once for one man. If you got a one knock reply there was a female in the room, you would normally get a one knock after that. If you then knocked four times that was asking if you could talk, a three knock reply signified no.
"You have to try the place, I have been there a few times, but take condoms!" He finished.
I spent that evening wondering if he was bullshiting me but bought a pack of 4 condoms just in case. So, Sunday morning I decided to discover the truth.
I found the way in and was a little worried that I had been set up. Expecting to be beaten by a bunch of idiots at any moment, I moved carefully and as quietly as I could. Opening the kitchen door I was amazed at the amount of light in the hallway, a large skylight poured sunlight down.
I tapped the first door and got no reply, this was the same for the other door so I climbed the stairs slowly listening for voices. Door three was a blank but after tapping door 4 there was a reply of one and after a pause another knock reply!
Was my friend behind the door with his mates?
There then came a four knock so I replied the same as I was knotting a piece of pink cloth on the door handle. I slowly opened the door to a pitch black room.
"Hi" said a females voice.
"Hello" was all I could think of.
"If you open the door wide you will be able to see the room and the bed." She suggested.
I pulled the door open and looked around the room. I could see a wardrobe that had been pulled away from the wall and a bed with a slim shadowy figure perched on the edge by the headboard.
After closing the door I walked over to the bed and sat down.
"Have you been here before?" She asked.
"No, this is my first time." I replied.
"Me too" she almost whispered "I was about to go home."
"How long have you been waiting?"
"About an hour" I felt her move on the bed "have you done anything like this before?"
"No" I plucked up some courage "I have never been with anyone before."
"Neither have I" she moved a little closer to me "I've never even seen a man naked only pictures."
I could feel the warmth from her.
"I have only seen pictures and my sister a couple of times." I replied.
"I am so nervous I'm shaking!" She giggled nervously.
I reached out and found her hand, she flinched a little but grabbed my hand.
"It's okay" I said "you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"Thank you" she paused "the trouble is I want to try everything I have seen pictures of or heard about but I am frightened of getting hurt."
She shuffled on the bed and I felt her thigh touch mine, she was shivering as if cold.
"Why don't we start with the simplest thing, one that doesn't involve sex?" I suggested.
There was a long pause. She was holding my hand tightly, almost as if she was frightened I would run off.
"Can I see your cock, sorry your penis please?" Her voice was low and husky.
"You can call it what you like, but I have to tell you that it's not much to look at, I'm only about 6 inches long hard."
"Oh! That sounds okay, if we take off our bottoms I have a small torch we can use." She replied.
"Okay." I released her hand and stood up.
I undid my trousers and let them fall to the floor, then decided to slip my shoes off as well. My cock was rock hard and pushing the front of my y fronts out. I slid these off and let them join my trousers in a pile on the floor. I then sat back down feeling her now bare thigh pressed against me.
"Are you ready for me to turn the torch on?" She asked.
"Yes." I was a little nervous.
Suddenly light exploded in front of me.
I felt her move on the bed and as my eyes adjusted I looked down between her legs.
"Wow!" We said almost simultaneously.
She had a nicely trimmed bush which looked almost dark brown in colour, her pussy was parted a little and her labia were showing pink and moist.
"Wow" she whispered "I really want to touch you."
I looked up at her face. She was quite good looking, brown eyes with curly hair to matcha small upturned nose with a round face.
"Go ahead." I whispered.
Slowly she reached out and touched the head of my cock. I couldn't stop myself from groaning.
"It's so smooth " she gripped my shaft in her hand "so hard."
I reached out with my right hand and touched her public hair then slowly moved my fingers down to her slit. She was incredibly wet. As my fingers touched her she took in a deep breath and looked up at me.
"Hello" she grinned "I'm Alicia." Then giggled.
"Hi I'm John." I replied.
I slid two of my fingers down towards her opening as she moved her hand along my cock.
It was then that we heard voices from downstairs.
"This is West Midlands police, come out now."
"Shit!" She whispered.
"Grab your clothes and hide behind the wardrobe." I hissed.
We quietly gathered our stuff, I grabbed the top blanket off the bed without thinking, and half naked we crammed together in the space behind the wardrobe. I grabbed one end of it and silently prayed it would make no noise as I pulled it towards the wall. Thankful it made it moved silently. I then turned towards Alicia, getting as close as I could to her.
"Put your clothes down and get into the corner." I whispered.
I put mine down and I pressed against her then pulled the blanket over us. We must have looked like an upright pile of clothes.