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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 64
Oh Those Feelings When You Are Young, They Haunt You All Your Life
Back in my days, a long long time ago, there wasn't so much BS as to who touched who. Where were we supposed to learn? My father took a job overseas overseeing a large public construction project funded by our government. He was really the eyes and ears to the government on how the money was being spent. This was all part of a time when large infrastructure projects were being built worldwide.
He had use of a big house and we the kids went to the only private school. The house was too big for a woman to clean by herself so my mother had help from a maid. This maid was too us kids pretty old, but probably not older than forty or thirty five. She came to my room to tuck me in when my parents were out on social activities, which was pretty often enough.
She tucked me in, and to make sure I was nice and tight in my bed, she ran her hand all across my body, head to foot and back again. If something nice was where her hand went, she spent a little more time there. I was thirteen so I had a couple of bumps and she rubbed me there, and sometimes because she was nice she rubbed me right there between my legs. Sometimes, not always, the covers came back off and she rubbed my bumps and between my legs with nothing but my pajamas. It took a long time for me to doze off to sleep.
I didn't like having to wear a camisole or underpants under my pajamas. I liked it better without either one and when she put her face down and blow against my bumps or between my legs I felt strange feelings, like when you were shocked by an electric current. If I got to squirming she would hold me down and kiss me tight on the lips, and then bite a nipple or two. I had my first orgasms like that and I opened my legs wide for her bite me there.
Well this is the problem with all that. I never got over the feelings that gave me and I spent my life looking for a woman to make me feel good. A little older and back at home I kissed a girl right there between her legs. Another one I sucked hard on her nipples and slipped my hand down there. Another one I lay back on my back while she slipped her tongue inside me. This was all during that time when anything touching you sets you on fire.
As an adult I had to settle down to being an adult. I never married, no man ever met my fancy. I had various girlfriends here and there before settling down with a 'good friend' of mine. She was much like my early sitter in that far away land, she heard the stories, and she put me to bed, rubbing me in all the right places, I dozed off into never never land after having a shock to make me feel good.
I have my memories and others have theirs. But in our day, fifty years ago, it didn't matter who touched your first, it was the best time of my young life.
He had use of a big house and we the kids went to the only private school. The house was too big for a woman to clean by herself so my mother had help from a maid. This maid was too us kids pretty old, but probably not older than forty or thirty five. She came to my room to tuck me in when my parents were out on social activities, which was pretty often enough.
She tucked me in, and to make sure I was nice and tight in my bed, she ran her hand all across my body, head to foot and back again. If something nice was where her hand went, she spent a little more time there. I was thirteen so I had a couple of bumps and she rubbed me there, and sometimes because she was nice she rubbed me right there between my legs. Sometimes, not always, the covers came back off and she rubbed my bumps and between my legs with nothing but my pajamas. It took a long time for me to doze off to sleep.
I didn't like having to wear a camisole or underpants under my pajamas. I liked it better without either one and when she put her face down and blow against my bumps or between my legs I felt strange feelings, like when you were shocked by an electric current. If I got to squirming she would hold me down and kiss me tight on the lips, and then bite a nipple or two. I had my first orgasms like that and I opened my legs wide for her bite me there.
Well this is the problem with all that. I never got over the feelings that gave me and I spent my life looking for a woman to make me feel good. A little older and back at home I kissed a girl right there between her legs. Another one I sucked hard on her nipples and slipped my hand down there. Another one I lay back on my back while she slipped her tongue inside me. This was all during that time when anything touching you sets you on fire.
As an adult I had to settle down to being an adult. I never married, no man ever met my fancy. I had various girlfriends here and there before settling down with a 'good friend' of mine. She was much like my early sitter in that far away land, she heard the stories, and she put me to bed, rubbing me in all the right places, I dozed off into never never land after having a shock to make me feel good.
I have my memories and others have theirs. But in our day, fifty years ago, it didn't matter who touched your first, it was the best time of my young life.
