Gender Neutral / 59
The Summer Of 82
My dad worked for the council and he got me a job over the summer covering dustbin men as they went on holiday. I was just 19 and a poor Uni student, so the £90 a week tax-free was a God send in 1982.
I moved around the area and different dustbin rounds; I liked the work, and best of all I was home by midday. One round was on a really posh estate; some of the houses had outdoor pools, rare things in the UK. The morning was very hot, and I was sweating near the end of the round. I had the job of pulling all the dustbins onto the road, and the wagon would then empty them later. As I went to the back of one house, a woman was in the garden with a kid. I said hi, and she said I looked hot and would I like a drink. I sat for five minutes and downed a can of ice-cold Coke. Harriot was in her late thirties and as I learned later, was sadly a widow. She was very attractive. She had a skip on the front drive, which was for a load of rubble from some garden landscaping. She offered me ten pounds if I’d move it all into the skip, I said sure I’d come back after I’d finished work. She said she had to drop the kid off at nursery at lunchtime but would be back at 1 pm.
I arrived at 1 pm and she wasn’t there. I parked my motorbike up, filled the wheelbarrow with rubble, and loaded the skip. Harriet arrived about half an hour later and apologized for not being there; I’d almost finished the job. She offered me another drink which I accepted. During the chat, she told me her husband had died in a car accident two years ago; he was a doctor and they had met at medical school. She didn’t seem upset, although I could sense she was sad. After an hour, I’d finished the job, and she offered me ten pounds, but I had always been taught to help old people, the disabled and widows, so I declined the money. She insisted and I again said no, it was my way of helping her, as she had been through enough.
She then cries! I was a kid and didn’t know what to do, I stood there for a moment and then she hugs me. It felt nice having a beautiful lady in my arms. When she recovered, we spent a couple of hours chatting in the garden drinking lemonade; it was a lovely summer's day and Harriot was such an interesting lady. I’d had a couple of girlfriends and done everything apart from actual sex. I started to think about what it must be like to make love to a woman like Harriot. I kept getting teenaged thoughts in my head like, this amazing looking sophisticated woman has a pussy, and a clitoris, and I wondered what she looks like in the nude; quite boyish stuff. She then says she needs to collect her son from the nursery. I go to leave, and we hug, and she kisses me!! I was stunned. She asked if I would visit her the next day.
I arrived at lunchtime after work, and again, we sat talking in the garden about my studies and what I wanted to be after Uni. This became a regular thing; I enjoyed talking to Harriot, and we kissed a few times as I was leaving. About a week later, I arrived, and she was in the garden sunbathing in a bikini; I was mesmerized. The bikini showed off her amazing body; I kept glancing between her legs and large breasts. She asked if I liked what I was looking at, and I said she looked incredible. I’m then led by the hand to her bedroom, where I had the most amazing couple of hours; I lost my virginity to this lovely lady. I will never forget the feeling or sight of my cock disappearing into her hairy smooth pussy as she guided it in whilst she was on top in the cowgirl position. Even though she went slowly I only managed a few minutes before cumming. It did not take long before I was hard again and had a wonderful couple of hours with this amazing woman; indeed, the best way to lose your virginity. I visited Harriot most days that summer. I’d go around after work, shower, and spend the afternoon having sex, walking, talking or tasting love for the first time. I almost didn’t go back to Uni after the summer. I did keep in touch with her; however, by Christmas, when I was next home, she had sold the house and moved away to live nearer to her parents, hundreds of miles away.
I moved around the area and different dustbin rounds; I liked the work, and best of all I was home by midday. One round was on a really posh estate; some of the houses had outdoor pools, rare things in the UK. The morning was very hot, and I was sweating near the end of the round. I had the job of pulling all the dustbins onto the road, and the wagon would then empty them later. As I went to the back of one house, a woman was in the garden with a kid. I said hi, and she said I looked hot and would I like a drink. I sat for five minutes and downed a can of ice-cold Coke. Harriot was in her late thirties and as I learned later, was sadly a widow. She was very attractive. She had a skip on the front drive, which was for a load of rubble from some garden landscaping. She offered me ten pounds if I’d move it all into the skip, I said sure I’d come back after I’d finished work. She said she had to drop the kid off at nursery at lunchtime but would be back at 1 pm.
I arrived at 1 pm and she wasn’t there. I parked my motorbike up, filled the wheelbarrow with rubble, and loaded the skip. Harriet arrived about half an hour later and apologized for not being there; I’d almost finished the job. She offered me another drink which I accepted. During the chat, she told me her husband had died in a car accident two years ago; he was a doctor and they had met at medical school. She didn’t seem upset, although I could sense she was sad. After an hour, I’d finished the job, and she offered me ten pounds, but I had always been taught to help old people, the disabled and widows, so I declined the money. She insisted and I again said no, it was my way of helping her, as she had been through enough.
She then cries! I was a kid and didn’t know what to do, I stood there for a moment and then she hugs me. It felt nice having a beautiful lady in my arms. When she recovered, we spent a couple of hours chatting in the garden drinking lemonade; it was a lovely summer's day and Harriot was such an interesting lady. I’d had a couple of girlfriends and done everything apart from actual sex. I started to think about what it must be like to make love to a woman like Harriot. I kept getting teenaged thoughts in my head like, this amazing looking sophisticated woman has a pussy, and a clitoris, and I wondered what she looks like in the nude; quite boyish stuff. She then says she needs to collect her son from the nursery. I go to leave, and we hug, and she kisses me!! I was stunned. She asked if I would visit her the next day.
I arrived at lunchtime after work, and again, we sat talking in the garden about my studies and what I wanted to be after Uni. This became a regular thing; I enjoyed talking to Harriot, and we kissed a few times as I was leaving. About a week later, I arrived, and she was in the garden sunbathing in a bikini; I was mesmerized. The bikini showed off her amazing body; I kept glancing between her legs and large breasts. She asked if I liked what I was looking at, and I said she looked incredible. I’m then led by the hand to her bedroom, where I had the most amazing couple of hours; I lost my virginity to this lovely lady. I will never forget the feeling or sight of my cock disappearing into her hairy smooth pussy as she guided it in whilst she was on top in the cowgirl position. Even though she went slowly I only managed a few minutes before cumming. It did not take long before I was hard again and had a wonderful couple of hours with this amazing woman; indeed, the best way to lose your virginity. I visited Harriot most days that summer. I’d go around after work, shower, and spend the afternoon having sex, walking, talking or tasting love for the first time. I almost didn’t go back to Uni after the summer. I did keep in touch with her; however, by Christmas, when I was next home, she had sold the house and moved away to live nearer to her parents, hundreds of miles away.
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