Please Comment: Part I of a series of stories about Meghan (MF)

Please share constructive comments. I have posted parts of this elsewhere, but I would like more feedback before I post more chapters.

PART I

My wife, Meghan, was raised in a small religious sect/community in Oregon. Sex was not discussed, and if it was, it was to call it the devil’s work except in marriage. Even dancing was not allowed in this community. But as we all know, this kind of attitude often just makes kids more curious and eager to rebel in various ways.

At some point (everyone is legal age BTW), the church youth group including my wife and her older sister went on a camping trip in the Pacific Northwest somewhere. Boys and girls slept in different areas, but were together doing activities and prayer during the days. The boys actually had their tents on an small island in the lake to make it hard to mix at night.

There were church youth leaders there, but they were 20 somethings and probably not too interested in teaching the evils of the flesh to these kids.

Well there were no showers, so after a few days the leader of the girls group picked out a secluded part of the lake for the girls to get be able to bathe and wash their hair in the lake. The time and location of this bathing hole was to be kept a secret from the boys of course, and bathing be done when the guys were on the island.

As Meghan tells this story, she and her sister were in the together in one of groups bathing in the the secluded cove. They all stripped naked and were bathing as fast as they could, probably embarrassed to be seen by each other. Now Meghan has always had very small but cute little tits and is shy and brunette, while her sister has nice big tits and tons of long blonde hair. Like a model.

All of a sudden one of the girls screamed. A group of the boys were in a canoe peeking at the girls. Someone had tipped them off. Everyone screamed and covered up and the boys paddled quickly away. The youth leaders didn’t make a big deal of it or tell parents, because they would have been in trouble for not stopping this.

FAST FORWARD—a couple of years.

My wife has had a few BF’s. Nothing much physical, some heavy kissing and rubbing outside of clothes but that’s about it. Her new BF, Dave, is definitely a horny young man and keep pushing Meghan for a feel under her shirt or more if he can get it.

One night they are kissing out in the woods behind her house. Meghan, he says, let me feel your chest. I want just want to rub your body a little.

Rubbing on the outside of her blouse. Dave gets more horny and starts to unbutton her blouse. She hesitates but lets him.

So he gets more bold and starts to run his finger under the edges of the cups of her bra. Remember, she has tiny A cup tits. He starts to pull the cups away a bit.

“No” she says. “I’ve never let a guy see me like that” It’s a mixture of shy and being embarrassed about having small breasts.

Dave hesitates and then says “yes, you have, I have already seen your breasts and I love them”

Meghan is confused. What?

“I was in that canoe up at the lake that time. I saw you naked then”

Meghan is both embarrassed and aroused. “You probably only looked at my sister” she says.

“No, baby, I looked at you. You looked hot and I still think so now”

Off came her bra, and they had moved on to “second base” with no going back.

Part II

So once Dave lowered Meghan’s resistance and got to feel and then suck her tits, it didn’t take long for things to progress. Despite the church teachings, alcohol also played a factor. All summer Meghan, Dave and their friends would go to a park near their town and drink Jack and Cokes. After getting loose with a few drinks, the various couples in the group of friends would pair off and head into the woods. Meghan and Dave had a special spot that was secluded and had a nice flat spot with some pine needles to sit down on. Meghan also brought a towel so she didn’t have to get dirty on the ground.

It progressed something like this.

Early June: Dave would fondle and play with Meghan’s tits sitting up and she would rub the outside of his Jeans.

Mid June: Dave would take their shirts off and Dave would lie on top of her and rub his chest against hers. She would rub his ass and his zipper area a little, but she would keep her legs together.

Later June: She spreads her legs and he lies between them, jeans still on, but he adds some very subtle dry humping moves as he lies on on top.

By July, Dave is getting hornier and impatient. He wants into her pants one way or another. So he tells her “today what don’t I get on the bottom and you can lie on top of me” Shirts off.

Dave has figured that with her on top, he can rub her naked back and then venture further and further down her back until he is at the waistband of her tight jeans. He stops there for the first few days, but on July 4 ( she remembers that detail well) he slides his hand under the waistband and beneath the elastic of her panties. It’s unclear where her the bottom of her back ends and the top of her ass begins, so she doesn’t resist much.

But by the end of the day on July 4 his hands are definitely on the curvy, round, smooth white skin of her ass, running across the crack to explore both cheeks. All under her jeans and inside her panties.

She can feel his hard penis through four layers of fabric, his underwear, his jeans, her jeans and her panties.

Dave is in heaven. The summer is still young and Dave knows where he is headed next..

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kr7ijx/please_comment_part_i_of_a_series_of_stories