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When I think back on it now, I suppose I look at
it with the knowledge I have today, and forget what an innocent sixteen year
old I then was. I'd never seen a naked man before. But there, in my cubicle,
with my dress hanging on the wall, was Peter Templeton, as naked as the day he
was born.
His body looked so unlike what it had looked at the poolside
with his trunks on. Now, his trunks were off, and his body became something
else entirely. It became, for this innocent sixteen year old, just pure sex. I
suddenly forgot all ideas of love, and wanted just sex. I had had a growing
fascination with sex for quite a little while, probably since I was fifteen,
and here it was, in front of me.
Of course, as soon as he saw me
there, he threw a towel around his body, and gulped an apology. But it was too
late. I had seen what I had seen. I had seen that shaft hanging down between
his legs, its skin somehow darker than the rest of him, with the sack hanging
down heavily behind, and the black hair surrounding the top of it, and going up
to his stomach and across his chest. It was all as I had pictured it but,
facing me in all its reality, it was extraordinarily powerful.
So
powerful that it seemed to rob me of my ability to speak.
"I ... .. I
mean ... ... This is ... ... I mean, there's my ... ... On the wall ... ...
This isn't your ... ... I mean ... ..."
Suddenly he spoke. And, as he
spoke, he smiled. "I'm sorry, darling. I'm always doing this. I just carry my
kit in a bag and I just jump into any cubicle that's vacant. I only need two
minutes to dry off and change. I ought to have locked the door, I know. I'm
terribly sorry. Just pop outside again and give me another minute and I'll be
out of your way".
I still today have no idea what came over me, but I
remained standing there, with Peter Templeton before me, naked under a towel,
and I said "That was a very exotic costume you were wearing today".
"Exotic ? Is that what you'd call It ?"
He was making no attempt to
bring this situation to a close, and he even seemed to be enjoying it.
"Well, what would you call it ? It was very tight. Quite revealing, I
thought".
"And what did it reveal to you, Davina ?"
I
suddenly became aware that the front of the towel he was wearing was bulging
slightly.
"It revealed to me, Peter, almost every contour of the parts
of your body that it was, presumably, intended to cover".
I was
surprising myself with every word I was uttering. This was such grown up
language, and I was simultaneously aware that this was a very grown up
situation. This might turn into my first sexual experience, and I was well
aware of it. I also felt completely prepared and ready for it.
"Well,
aren't you prosaic, my little flower. There are parts of my body that my briefs
were intended to cover that you've never experienced, and if you want to
maintain your chastity, my girl, I recommend you wait outside for just a
minute, and I'll go, leaving you intact. If, on the other hand, your chastity
is available for the capture, you'll stay where you are, and take what comes to
you.
His towel was now bulging further, and I, of course, knew what
was happening beneath it. I had heard the stories, I had seen the rough chalked
pictures in the toilets. Yes, I knew what was happening under the towel, but I
wasn't sure that I wanted to confront it, which he had clearly said I would
have to do if I didn't leave now. My love for Peter was nowhere in my mind.
What was in my mind was that this could be my opportunity to experience what I
had dreamed of for so long. I wanted to know sex at first hand, and I could,
presumably, have it now. I stood my ground.
"Very well", he said.
"Your choice", and he dropped the towel. I was very much aware of my age.
Consent was twenty one in those days, and I was about to break the law, and to
abet this man to break the law, too, but now I had more opportunity to study
this monster that, when I had first entered, was hanging down between his legs,
but which was now standing away from his body somewhat, and I forgot about the
law. Nobody would find out.
It did not resemble the rampant pictures
on the toilet wall, but it was showing signs that it had life inside it. I
thought back to my and Penny's speculations about its size and realised that it
was all rather silly, as neither of us had any comparison.
As
contained as I had been, I was feeling very unsure. He simply continued, in his
nakedness, to attend to his duties, not speaking to me, and I wondered why he
didn't just get dressed, and then attend to his hair brushes, and his cigarette
case and lighter.
He evidently wanted me to see his nakedness. I
didn't mind, of course. He could show me his nakedness for as long as he liked.
I was feeling bolder and bolder, and I said something that, I suppose, thinking
about it today, might have come from a seven year old. I said "Can I touch it
?"
He turned to face me, and his gentleman down there was even more
erect that it had been.
"Lock the door"
I locked the
door.
"Now listen to me. If you want to touch it, you can touch it,
but this isn't the place for your education. Which room have they put you in ?
And listen to me, if you ever tell a single soul about any of this, I'll deny
it. I'll be believed and you'll be cut off from this family forever, even from
Penny. Do you understand ? I don't mind being your teacher, but I won't pay a
price for it".
"I'm in the garden suite. Let me touch it".
He
walked towards me and stood within arms length of me. I looked down again at
his ... well, we didn't call it a cock, or a dick in those days. In fact, we
didn't have a name for it because it was never discussed. I once heard a girl
and boy in a park talking about his tool, and I'd adopted that for the rare
events when it was discussed, at school, or wherever. I looked down at his
tool, and it had risen even further, almost standing straight out at right
angles to his body, much more like the pictures in the toilet. I put my hand
down and touched the top of it, and it bucked. It actually twitched under my
fingers, and I pulled my hand away quickly.
"What's it doing ?" I
asked.
"It's reacting to the hand of a beautiful girl. Quite normal.
It doesn't bite. Try again, and this time put your hand around it. Hold it
firm".
I put my hand down again, and took hold of it.
"That's
it. Now move your hand backwards and forwards".
I started to do this,
and he started to move his hips in rhythm with my hand, making his tool even
harder and even stiffer than when I had first taken hold of it. Then I noticed
that some skin at the top of it had rolled back and that its head had been
revealed, and it looked purple and angry, and I was starting to feel my juices
running when, from outside, came Penny's voice. "Dav, where the bloody hell are
you ?"
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