Early Experiences - A Young Man Finding His Way
Teen
2003-02-27
I remember that it was hot and sunny, we were both still ‘first-years’ and that we should have been at school but weren’t. We had probably been to school in the morning, disappeared during lunch and hadn’t returned for the afternoon session! Little did I know that was to become a regular occurrence for me throughout my school life. Anyway, we had been walking in the sun, along the disused railway track I mentioned before. The tracks actually ran the length of our town and up into the next town for a distance, I suppose, of about maybe 10 or 11 miles and was a favourite place for many. For those who liked to dodge school, it was excellent and provided many overgrown hiding places, wooded areas, and ‘dens’, where you could spend an eternity and not be observed even by others that might be walking the tracks. Most of my childhood was spent along those tracks at some time and place or another – especially nearer to home as the old, disused station was also less than 10 minutes walk from my house. That too, as you might expect, was a place full of nooks and crannies and a source of wonderment and extreme pleasure and I spent many hours around the place. Hiding up on the very unstable roofs, building dens, playing in the surrounding woods and generally making good use of the available facilities. A fabulous place!Well, this particular hot and sunny day, Sharon and I had been walking the tracks, not far from the school in fact and had branched off somewhere and were sat out in the middle of a rather large cornfield that adjoined the old railway line at this point. I remember that we had held hands and put our arms around each other as we had walked and had stopped from time to time to kiss – how fresh and innocent it all seems now? Of course, as I explored the art of kissing with this girl who did it so well, it wasn’t too long before things got a little hot. I had my first French kiss that day and it blew my socks off! It didn’t occur to me then but I wonder now, how she had become quite as experienced as she obviously was, for someone so young. Odd! However, as I said, it didn’t bother me then and I was very keen to explore anything I could, while the going was good!So there we were, sat in this cornfield, soaking up the sun and generally fooling around and having fun. I remember Sharon was sat, cross-legged, across from me and I would lean over and kiss her from time to time or she would lean across and kiss me. A lovely way to spend an afternoon! Inevitably, the way she was sat, and with her wearing a rather short, school skirt, I caught many a glimpse of navy-blue knicker material stretched across her crotch. Just the thought now of that sudden transition from the paleness of the inside of her thighs, to the darkness of that very special place of stretched material, is enough to make me slightly horny, even now. Then and in those circumstances, I was almost beside myself! Well, before long, I guess passion took over! Hers not mine! During one of those lingering kisses I felt her lift my hand and place it, quite firmly, on her leg.
2003-02-27
I remember that it was hot and sunny, we were both still ‘first-years’ and that we should have been at school but weren’t. We had probably been to school in the morning, disappeared during lunch and hadn’t returned for the afternoon session! Little did I know that was to become a regular occurrence for me throughout my school life. Anyway, we had been walking in the sun, along the disused railway track I mentioned before. The tracks actually ran the length of our town and up into the next town for a distance, I suppose, of about maybe 10 or 11 miles and was a favourite place for many. For those who liked to dodge school, it was excellent and provided many overgrown hiding places, wooded areas, and ‘dens’, where you could spend an eternity and not be observed even by others that might be walking the tracks. Most of my childhood was spent along those tracks at some time and place or another – especially nearer to home as the old, disused station was also less than 10 minutes walk from my house. That too, as you might expect, was a place full of nooks and crannies and a source of wonderment and extreme pleasure and I spent many hours around the place. Hiding up on the very unstable roofs, building dens, playing in the surrounding woods and generally making good use of the available facilities. A fabulous place!Well, this particular hot and sunny day, Sharon and I had been walking the tracks, not far from the school in fact and had branched off somewhere and were sat out in the middle of a rather large cornfield that adjoined the old railway line at this point. I remember that we had held hands and put our arms around each other as we had walked and had stopped from time to time to kiss – how fresh and innocent it all seems now? Of course, as I explored the art of kissing with this girl who did it so well, it wasn’t too long before things got a little hot. I had my first French kiss that day and it blew my socks off! It didn’t occur to me then but I wonder now, how she had become quite as experienced as she obviously was, for someone so young. Odd! However, as I said, it didn’t bother me then and I was very keen to explore anything I could, while the going was good!So there we were, sat in this cornfield, soaking up the sun and generally fooling around and having fun. I remember Sharon was sat, cross-legged, across from me and I would lean over and kiss her from time to time or she would lean across and kiss me. A lovely way to spend an afternoon! Inevitably, the way she was sat, and with her wearing a rather short, school skirt, I caught many a glimpse of navy-blue knicker material stretched across her crotch. Just the thought now of that sudden transition from the paleness of the inside of her thighs, to the darkness of that very special place of stretched material, is enough to make me slightly horny, even now. Then and in those circumstances, I was almost beside myself! Well, before long, I guess passion took over! Hers not mine! During one of those lingering kisses I felt her lift my hand and place it, quite firmly, on her leg.
Lory
Europe
