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Danny Folsom was driving happily in his new car, which he had just collected. It was a present from his father for his eighteenth birthday, and he had the feeling that this could be a perfect day. That morning he had learned that he had obtained the high grades he required to follow the journalism course he wanted at university. However, nothing is that perfect, and later that morning, his girlfriend, Sandra, had told him that she thought it best for both of them if their relationship should end.
He had told her he was sorry to hear that, but wasn’t too sure what he felt. They’d been going out together since they were sixteen. That was nearly two years of sheer frustration. He couldn’t believe he had allowed it to go on. True, he liked her. Pretty rather than beautiful, she was. A curvaceous body, which had been a major part of his initial attraction, but which she kept firmly under wraps.
“We just don’t seem to be on the same wavelength, Danny,” had been her reason. Danny agreed fervently. Her wavelength was- nothing until marriage. Danny had known she was from a religious family, but more than that it was the influence of her close friend, Wendy. She had advised Sandra that, before marriage, doing it was a mortal sin. Sandra had also allowed herself to be convinced by Wendy that any kind of intimate touching was a step on the devil’s pathway. Kissing had to be carried out carefully, to avoid straying into temptation. Danny had cringed whenever Wendy’s name came up. What other restrictions might she come up with? No kissing at all? No eating at the same table? No talking after ten o’clock? Wendy was a pain.
Sandra had eventually allowed him to touch her breast, but only through her clothing. There had been one night when their kissing session had been long and more fervent than usual when she had suddenly asked, as he squeezed at her thick cotton covered breast, “Would you like to touch me there but on my skin?” He had no hesitation in pushing his hand under her jumper reaching for her bra release. In that instant she pulled away, “No, no. It’s wrong. It’s wrong.” And that is the way it had remained. He’d had an overwhelming temptation to tell her, “It’s because of you that I’m still a virgin.”
So he was uncertain whether her announcement that morning had been good news or bad news. It did suggest freedom, but he wasn’t sure. Despite her physical reluctance he had become attached to her. Like a habit you can’t break.
So there it was, so far, his very own car, the exam results and a sort of freedom. His thoughts were teasing around just what the implications of that freedom would mean for him. Feeling good, he turned off the main highway onto the lane which his father always used as a short cut.
Hardly half a mile along this lane, with the first rain beginning to spatter the windscreen, he slowed as he saw the black car pulled onto the verge at a rather sharp angle. A shapely young lady was standing out in the rain, and she seemed to be kicking the car.
Natalie Barson kicked furiously at the flat tyre of her BMW. Bloody car. What a day this was turning into. In town to sign the divorce papers, she’d hoped she’d avoid seeing bastard Richard, but he had turned up just as she was leaving the solicitor’s office, and she had to endure his nasty comments.
“Looking forward to having that big house all to yourself?” he had said, giving her that unpleasant grin that she had come to hate.
“Selling it,” she had replied flatly.
“Christ, you’re taking half my money, but getting more for the house. What a greedy bitch, you are.”
“Getting somewhere smaller and free from unpleasant memories of you.”
He sneered at that, “Still keeping your legs firmly crossed?”
This had been his initial excuse when his multiple affairs came to light. It was, he claimed, because she was frigid. She had brought on his frustration, he said. There was no doubt that her reaction to his adulterous behaviour had been to close down on him. But frigid she was not. In fact, if anything at this moment, she was the one with the frustrations. Hell, it was pushing on fourteen months since she last had any sex, and that had been a pretty grim one night stand with a virtual stranger at a friend’s party.
Damn Richard, and damn punctures, as she kicked the tyre again. Only a mile from home, but even as she contemplated whether to try to replace the wheel herself, or to walk home along the lane, the first drops of rain had pinged on the car roof. An extra damn-the bloody weather.
The rain had already soaked into her blouse, and straightened her hair. As she was just about to open the boot, a blue Ford pulled in behind her car, and a young man stepped out. “Trouble?” he enquired, glancing down, and seeing the flat tyre. “Oh, yes, you have. Can I help?”
A strange male, a quiet lane, was a situation to make Natalie just a shade cautious. He did have an open friendly face, a pleasing manner, and, she couldn’t help noticing, a good build in tight fitting pants and white T shirt, which was beginning Şirinevler escort to dampen quickly in the increasing rain. Natalie became very aware that her blue blouse was now clinging to her bra-less breasts. Would he notice?
Danny had noticed a few things. First of all the flat tyre, but his attention became more fixed on the woman rather than the car. She was stunning. Blue eyes, blond hair which was beginning to hang straight at her shoulders, as the rain came down, and a bosom that the rain was also emphasising. Prominent nipples suggested no bra.
Seeing his dark eyes take in her bosom made Natalie unsure, as she said, tentatively, “I was about to try to change the wheel.”
He smiled at her, “Hell,” he said,” that’s one of the few things I’m good at.” Thank God for a male who doesn’t pretend to be Lord of everything, Natalie thought. That, and the smile he had bathed her with, touched at something inside her. She was further touched when he said, “Look, go and sit in my car while I get this done.”
He had opened the boot of her car, quickly bringing out the spare wheel.. Impressively efficient, Natalie mused, as she climbed into the passenger seat of his small car. Rather cramped in comparison with hers, and really she could hardly get any wetter.
Drenched already, Danny inspected the spare, and turned to give her the bad news. “Flat,” he mouthed at the car window, and to prove it, he bounced it once on the road. It didn’t bounce.
He opened the driver’s door to confirm it to her. “Oh, shit-” And she checked, “—excuse me. I just can’t believe it.”
“I’ll just have to get home and phone the garage.”
“About a mile along this road. Walkable when it isn’t raining.”
“Can I drive you?” He looked up at the sky, “Out of this.”
Natalie had only a moment’s hesitation. A lift from a strange man? Normally, no way. There are always potential rapists about. She wouldn’t know what a rapist looked like. Then with an internal laugh she thought. ‘Yes, I would, like bastard Richard, that’s what.’ Anyway this young man had appealed to her sensitive side. Without delay they were seated side by side in his small Ford.
Danny told her that when he’d put the spare wheel back, he’d left the keys in the boot, under the mat there. “You can let the garage know. It will save time.”
“I’m really very grateful,” she said, and meant it. Just to keep the conversation flowing, she asked, “How long have you had this car?”
Danny glanced at his watch, and gave her a quick grin, “About fifty five minutes.” And he went on to tell her how that was possible.
“Eighteen? You’re only eighteen. You look more -” She was going to say ‘manly’, but that didn’t sound right, “-more mature than that.”
“University in a couple of months—that was the other good news I had today.”
She hoped she hadn’t spoiled his good day, and she told him.
Danny wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Meeting her in these circumstances could be classified as fitting in very well with what had transpired so far. “It’s been a pleasure to help-” Pause, and then, “—you.”
“Is that because I’m half naked in these wet clothes? “she asked, wondering why she should say that teasingly, and she added, “I’ll bet your girl friend would have something to say about it.”
Just a little surprised that she should refer to her appearance in that way, he said hastily, “No, no, not that. Just all of you.” And that was so clumsy he had to go on and say, “And my girl friend is the other part of today’s outcomes.”
Natalie watched his face from the side as he drove. His expression suggested that talking about his girl friends was awkward.. But when he spoke again it was with just a touch of bitterness. Natalie learned that they had been seeing each other for two years, and she couldn’t resist commenting on that.
“Sixteen until eighteen, and no touching?”
“Oh, I could touch here,” And he gestured to the breast area before adding, “over her clothes.”
“It can’t have been easy, though. You must have liked her.”
“Still do-but-” And he shrugged.
Danny had been noticing as they drove along the lane that the houses were fairly up-market. While that thought was on his mind, she leaned forward and said, “The next gate. Just turn in.”
The house in front of him was just as imposing as those they’d passed. There was only a short run up to the front door, and Danny stopped the car to announce, “Home at last. Better dash and get yourself into something dry, before you catch pneumonia.”
As the drive home had progressed, Natalie had wondered about the deep tingling sensation deep and low inside her. Was it possible that you could receive some kind of electrical charge from another person? A stranger just sitting close to you? She couldn’t remember it ever happening with bastard Richard, except of course when they were genuinely into a passionate embrace. But that had been a long time ago.
Maybe it was the fact that she had Ataköy escort been celibate for so long that, when this young man was urging her to get herself dried, she had been unable to resist the urge to ask him, “Hadn’t you better come in to dry off too?”?
Danny had only a moment’s hesitation at her surprise offer. Had her face reddened a little as she asked the question? He tried desperately to make his acceptance light. “I never accept offers from strangers. So I’ll only come in if I know your name.” Wasn’t he the clever one?
Natalie laughed delightedly. She hadn’t realised that she didn’t know his name, but she was delighted at the manner in which he had accepted. She told him her name.
“I’m Danny,” he replied, and he held out his hand, grinning at the formality of his action. Her hand was smooth, small and he could have held on.
Quickly they were out of the car and into the entrance hall, where they kicked off their soaked shoes. She led him into a larger hall, where there were several doors, a passage leading to the rear of the house, and a large staircase running up the right hand wall.
Natalie pointed to a door just along the passage, “A shower room there. You should find everything you need in there, including a towelled robe for when you come out.”
Standing there, looking directly at her, Danny thought that her breasts were even more prominent, and, he caught his breath, gorgeous. The twitch in his pants had him turning away to follow her direction.
“Just bring your wet things when you come out. There’s a small drying room. Then come through to the conservatory straight down the passage.” She gave him a warm smile, as he moved away.
Upstairs in her own en-suite, Natalie glanced in the mirror, and thought, ‘God, I might as well have been topless.’ Curves, nipples, shape, all stood out. Stripping off and entering the warm, welcome blast of the shower, she wondered about the situation she had created here by inviting Danny in. That pleasant ache still lingered down below. But hell, she’d had the equivalent of that for many months now.
Standing in the small shower downstairs, Danny’s thoughts were just as uncertain. Clothes off and piled on a chair he had found that his penis had been semi erect, and now, standing in the shower, it didn’t seem to be diminishing. If anything it was becoming more pronounced. Would a blast of cold water help? But he decided against that. Yet his thoughts kept returning to the beautifully shaped lady who was, he assumed, somewhere having her own shower. And even that thought was maddeningly erotic.
Drying herself down, Natalie dabbed gently with the towel between her thighs. On impulse she let the towel fall away so that only her fingers were doing the dabbing. Oh, hell, she was ripe and ready. There was no doubt about that. If this Danny made any move at all his virginity would be at serious risk. What if she made the first move? He would either repulse it, and she was sure that wasn’t likely, or he’d want her. But what kind of fulfilment would there be for her taking on an inexperienced young man? And, God, did she need fulfilment?
Danny was dried and naked. His penis was back to half mast, and he would have to settle for that. He found the towelled robe on the back of the door, and as he was shrugging into it the thought struck him. This was a man’s robe. There had to be a husband or at least a live-in lover to be in these circumstances. That thought immediately dropped his threatened erection by ten degrees.
Sitting in the conservatory after, contacting the garage, and making a pot of coffee, Natalie wondered how provocative she was being by not having dressed. She wore her own towelled robe, and she was beginning to wonder what was taking Danny so long when she heard the door click. She stood up, and called, “Through here.”
When he appeared clutching his clothes the first thought to strike her was that he looked a hell of a lot better in that robe than bastard Richard ever had. She took his clothes from him, and took them back to the small drying room which was always kept at a high temperature. She hung up his things and switched on the fan which would blow and help them dry quicker.
He was seated on the sofa when she got back and, after pouring two coffees, she sat on the sofa beside him, when, she told herself, she could have sat in the chair opposite.
Danny asked the question he needed to ask, “This robe. Is it your husband’s?”
She laughed, “My ex-husband. It’s the only article of his clothing I haven’t ditched. I was just coming back from signing the final papers when I had the puncture.”
Natalie went on to tell of the fractured marriage. How Richard was a very successful business man, and how, because his adultery was proven, over and over again, she kept this house, and was awarded a substantial amount of alimony. “I have the house on the market. Too big for me. I’ve bought a very tidy apartment on the riverbank—you know, near the bridge.”
Danny knew where she meant, Bakırköy escort and knew it was a very desirable area. Now, having her sitting beside him, calmly sipping coffee, he wondered why she hadn’t dressed. His thoughts wouldn’t let him linger on the possible reasons.
“He told the review board that I was frigid,” Natalie said, and Danny was very aware of her eyes searching his face for his reaction to that.
Danny could only find questions, “He committed adultery, you said. Another woman?” It was a lame question, but he couldn’t imagine anyone leaving her for someone else. She was too-too—oh, the word was sensuous.
“Not one,” she said now. “Would you believe twelve, maybe more? He had a regular harem.”
“He must be mad to-“Danny checked what he was about to say.
Natalie gave him a look that said she could read his mind. Then she leaned towards him and said quietly, “Would you mind if I gave you a kiss of thanks for your help this morning?”
Danny’s head was spinning. Her leaning towards him had caused her robe to open, and he could see the natural curve of those breasts, which he felt he already knew to some extent. But he managed to reply, “That would be good.”
Natalie had decided that this could be the decider. How this kiss went would indicate whether she could help Danny out of his virginity status. She moved close and his lips reached for hers. It was a moist kiss, a more than friendly kiss, but she had no difficulty in finding a pathway for her tongue, and within seconds there tongues were wrestling , and their arms locked around each other.
Danny was all but overwhelmed by her fervour, not to mention his own eager reaction. This kiss was a million miles from the guarded mouthing he had endured with Sandra. Cautiously he had placed his hands on Natalie’s shoulders. Even with the cover of her robe, he could appreciate and thrill at the curve of them.
The kiss, and those hands on her shoulders, had aroused further urges in Natalie. Maybe there was going to be something in this pursuit. Her body was already demanding more intimate touches from him. She really had waited too long. Young, inexperienced, it didn’t matter. “Touch my breast, Danny.” Then with sly devilment she added, “On the outside only, of course.”
Then, feeling his hesitant movement, she laughed, saying, “I’m teasing. Here.” She took his right hand and guided it inside her robe, onto her left breast.
Danny’s trembling finger tips traced the elegant slope from nipple to the base of her throat. If the kiss had made him tingle, then the sensation of her smooth rounded breast was overwhelming. His erection heaved inside the robe. Emboldened he allowed his fingers to play their way around the whole curving surface. His whole being was on fire.
Natalie was also simmering. She’d heard women say that they had little feeling when their breasts were touched. Not Natalie, she was getting sensations that blazed all the way down into the core of her femininity. She wanted more of this. “The nipple, Danny. With that same touch. You have wonderful touch.”
Enjoying the thrill of it all, yet still uncertain, Danny reached out and tentatively ran his fingers over the hard small nipple. She gave a sharp intake of breath. “Sorry,” he mumbled, jerking his hand away.
“No, no. That was perfect, Danny. Don’t stop. Use your whole hand.” Natalie could not believe just how good she was feeling, how much pleasure Danny was giving her.
Danny knew that this couldn’t be a dream. The pressure in his groin told him that. Allowing his whole hand to settle over her breast, he stroked over and around it, letting each finger trace over the nipple, which, he was sure, was hardening and growing.
“This can’t be the first time you’ve touched a woman there,” Natalie sighed huskily, knowing exactly what she wanted next. “Kiss it, Danny.”
How would that feel? Blood pounded in Danny’s head, doubly so in his cock. But her instruction was clear. “Take the nipple in your mouth, tongue it”
Danny lowered his head nervously, “Like this?” he asked, before putting his lips around the enlarged nipple
“Tongue, Danny. Use your tongue.” Every fibre of Natalie’s body glowed.
Only too willing, Danny did just that, and couldn’t believe the pleasure it gave him, but just as satisfying was realising the pleasure it was giving her. He could sense the tremors running through her body. He found that he was sucking at that nipple without even thinking about it. Sucking so madly that he could have swallowed her whole breast. And for the first time, he wondered if they were really going all the way.
That thought, and his keenness, were increasing the pressure on his throbbing penis, and as he attempted to move to a more comfortable position, he became shockingly aware that his erection had escaped the folds of the robe. It was pointing up into the open air, like some escaped meerkat..
Natalie had been looking down at his activity at her breast, but what happened beyond that had her gasping with shocked and delighted surprise. She had not seen that many male erections, but none had been the size and girth of what she was looking at now. Compared with bastard Richard’s pathetic courgette, this was a fully grown cucumber. Unable to resist she reached her hand towards it.
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