Fun on the farm – [M]y [f]irst mutual masturbation

I was just a few weeks shy of 18, and it was literally my final official day of high school. Exams were over, teachers were cleaning out their classrooms, but I had to go one more time, to get my photo taken for a couple of scholarship applications. This was long before email, and I lived far out in the country, more than 20 miles from school, so it wasn’t easy. I got a lift from the school bus driver, who was dropping it off for summer maintenance, but after the photo session, I had to hitch a ride back home.

There I was, standing with my thumb out at the edge of town, at 11 am on the last day of June, and a very hot day it was already. To my surprise, the third car going by slammed on the brakes and pulled over, and I ran over to hop into a sporty-looking red Mustang – an unusual car for a rural area. Even more surprising, the drive was one of my classmates, a young woman named Patricia. It turned out she had also been getting her photo taken, and she was dressed up way beyond her regular blue jeans and patterned blouse. Today she was in a short pastel yellow dress, matching her hair. Patricia was a quiet, “big-boned” farm girl, one of those who did a lot of chores and had the legs and arms to prove it. I tried not to stare at those legs as I climbed in, but couldn’t help it.

[MFM] Sharing my first girlfriend

I’ve posted one story about public sex with my ex Beth, back in the still-swinging ’70s. Probably three more stories to follow about Beth, starting with this one.

At New Year’s on the year we started dating, Beth was living with her first serious boyfriend. She soon dumped him and went through a series of 3-4 guys over the next five months or so. (I heard those stories later!)

At the time we got together, she was officially in a long-distance relationship with a friend of mine, a grad student at the university where we were all students. Unfortunately for poor Steve, he was working on a summer job in a far northern location from mid-May to the end of August. The only form of communication back then was letter mail, picked up and delivered by float plane once a week. Beth relieved me of my burdensome virginity in late June, and we spent the next two months in a heated sexual frenzy, interrupted only by work and classes. Every week, she would get Steve’s flowery declarations of love and passion in the mail. These she did not share, but I gathered from the blushes on her face as she read each letter that his vivid writing did get her heated up, (not that this required much). She never responded to him, but as the weeks went by, she did get increasingly nervous. I was the guy she really wanted, but she was unable to break the news to Steve by mail.

[M]ore [F]lashing and hot public sex – a true story

Okay, thanks for all the positive responses to my first submission, “sex at the nude beach.” This encourages me to post a second true story, from much further back in my past, all way to the sexy 70s when I was at university.

I was a late bloomer, as they say, a virgin until a few weeks before my 20th birthday. The woman who changed all that was a couple of years older and far more experienced – at the time, she could have submitted lots of slutty Reddit-type confessions before she eventually settled down a decade or so later. Who knows, maybe she still could, but I’ve lost touch.

This woman (we’ll call her “Beth”) was not shy about showing off her body. Beth was a fine arts student at the same university, specialising in art history but with great skills in portrait drawing, still life watercolours, etc. After we began dating, she confided that she had often posed for other students, doing nude photo shots or volunteering to pose for drawing sessions if the hired model failed to show up. (She would collect the donations from the other students on those occasions, to supplement her meagre income.) And Beth loved to wear short skirts, low-cut blouses, and very very tight t-shirts to show off her incredible boobs.

Sex at the nude beach [MF]

This isn’t the wildest story here, but some will enjoy it. My wife and I have often vacationed at a popular island destination on the Pacific Northwest coast. There are several excellent beaches, and the ocean water is reasonably warm during July and August. One beach is “clothing optional”, a great place on a sunny day. Back about 15 years ago, we arrived quite early one morning to set up our blanket and umbrella before it gets busy. Out of the driftwood and logs further along the shore, two young people popped out of their sleeping bags, completely nude and well-tanned. Probably seasonal employees at one of the island businesses – housing is in very short supply so many of these folks just camp out for the summer. They ran into the water, laughing and splashing each other, having a totally glorious time. For a few minutes they swam around a little further out from shore, getting their morning exercise. And then as we watched this happy scene, they paddled toward each other for a big hug and started smooching. We could see that she had wrapped her legs around the guy’s waist, and then she appeared to be making a sort of rhythmic motion with her hips.