After being married for ten years, I am how divorced at the age of forty. It wasn't an easy divorce as my husband fought it all the way.
I'm childless because my husband gave his child making ability to the two women he had been screwing nearly all our marriage. I made him wear condoms.
I was a high earner and owned my house before I married. He had next to nothing and viewed me as his meal ticket. Well no longer. I'm free and happy. He's free of me too and I don't care if he's happy or not.
After all the stress of the divorce I decide to take a couple of weeks off work just to get away from it all. It took a while to decide where to go and in the end I decided to go to my home town, a place where I was a teenager in the 1950s and my life was happy and stress free.
As I approached the town, I realised that it wasn't a small town any more. There were housing estates from about two miles from the centre I wondered what else might have changed.
It was after 6pm when I arrived at the hotel so I had a quick shower to freshen up before going to the restaurant for a meal.
After the meal I took a stroll down the high street. I'd come to this town but began to wonder why. My parents were no longer alive. I didn't think many of my old friends would be about. I hadn't kept in touch with anybody and couldn't remember exactly where they used to live. Maybe this trip was a mistake.
Then I spotted a cafe on a corner. That brought back memories, a whole load of memories.
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I'd met Graham, my first real boyfriend, at a weekly dance and this cafe was the scene of our first date. It was so sweet. I was 18, he was 19, and neither of us had much money back then.
As dates go it was pretty tame. We had coffee and a sandwich followed by a slice of cake, but I remember it as amazing. He walked me home afterwards and once we got off the main streets he held my hand.
I felt really great that he was with me. I had to be careful though as he was not the sort of boy my strict parents would have liked.
He worked in a garage, smoked, drank and had an old motorcycle which was not working more often than it was. I thought he was really cool.
Our house was at the top of a steep hill, which was no problem for us youngsters. Halfway up was as seat set into a wall and this is where we said goodnight. It wouldn't do for me to be seen with him by my parents or any neighbours.
It was on that seat that he first kissed me. His lips were hot on mine and he tasted of smoke. I didn't care. He had kissed me. It wasn't a toe curling kiss, just lips on lips but great non the less. I remember it like yesterday.
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With nothing else planned for this holiday I decide that I would spend some time revisiting places that held memories for me.
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After breakfast the next morning I walked along the river bank, another of our favourite places. It was always quiet down there. There used to be a seat under some trees and I was surprised to find it still there. It could only be seen from across the river.
So many memories here. Our first kiss with tongues. It sent tingles through my body. The first time he put his hand on my tits. It was over my clothes but I thought it was so daring and I liked it. I thought I shouldn't be doing it, especially with Graham because my parents would be furious. I didn't care. I loved it.
Later that seat would be the scene of him having his hand under my clothes and feeling my bra clad tits, Then pushing my bra up and feeling my naked tits. I remember the feel of his work hardened hands on my smooth skin, rubbing over my flesh and tweaking my nipples. I remember moaning into his mouth and getting damp between my legs.
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Damn. I'm getting damp now just thinking about it. I sat there for a while with my hand in my panties, gently stroking myself until I had a little come.
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All that Graham and I were doing was new and strange to me. I'd never had a real boyfriend, or any friend come to that. I was escorted to school and escorted back home again. I wasn't allowed out on my own until my eighteenth birthday. Even then I had a strict curfew.
When I was allowed out on my own I was told to keep away from those tramps in town and to be a good girl.
I didn't understand. There were no homeless people in our small town and as I had no guidance on what was good and what was bad, I just went with what felt right.
I walked further along the river bank and was surprised to see the old barn still standing, just.
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It was there that Graham first put his hand between my legs. No, that's not right. My memory failed me.
I can't revisit the first and second places that he put his hand between my legs because it was at the annual fair and it wasn't here now.
We were on the big wheel which was full and stopped frequently to let people on and off. Our carriage reached the top and stopped. Graham put his arm round me, pulled me towards him, kissed me hard and rubbed between my legs over my trousers. That was a wild feeling. I gasped into his mouth and my hips pushed up against his hand without my even thinking about it. My legs fell apart as he pressed and rubbed me. I felt tingles all through my body and my panties felt wet.
He stopped when the wheel started turning again and I felt a bit disappointed. I was really enjoying that.
We rode a few more rides before getting on the ghost train. As soon as we were in the dark he was kissing me and stroking between my legs again. I felt strange tingling feelings and I got hot and flushed. I didn't know what had just happened to me but it sure felt really good.
The old barn was the third time he had his hand between my legs, but the first time when I wasn't wearing trousers.
We were laid down kissing and he was playing with my exposed tits when one hand slipped up my skirt and reached my cotton panties. Wow! This was so much more intense than it was with trousers. I could feel his fingers as they slid up and down, pushing my panties tight against me. I got the same feelings and noticed that my panties were damp. I liked what he did to me but didn't know why. I was so naΓ―ve.
There were four girls who met together and I managed to join them. They only sort of accepted me but that was good enough as I learnt things from them. They had all been felt up, as they described it, and that was what Graham was doing to me. It must be pretty normal if they'd all done it so I didn't see it as being bad/
Two of them claimed to have gone all the way and said it was great, but they didn't elaborate and the others didn't say anything either.
Was I having sex with Graham? I couldn't decide and didn't know what more there was to do. I just knew I had to keep it quiet from Mam and Dad.
Things moved on a bit with Graham. We were still meeting and going to the barn and he was still rubbing me through my panties. One day I was gasping and writhing as he touched me when he suddenly pulled my panties to the side and touched me skin on skin. I jumped with surprise but didn't stop him. Was this going too far? Before I could decide he pushed a finger into me and started to slide it in and out of me.
I went wild with the sensations. My hips were bucking up to meet his hand. I could feel myself getting wetter which made it easy for him to slip another finger in. I got hot and had the now familiar sensations in my body. I still didn't know what they were but I really enjoyed them.
The next time we met he started off by the usual kissing and titty fondling, but when he went between my legs, he started to take my panties off. I wasn't sure about this as I didn't want him to see me down there. I'd seen it in the mirror at home and couldn't imagine anybody else wanting to look at it.
I needn't have worried as he didn't look, He just pulled them down from under my skirt as I lifted my bottom to help.
His fingers were straight into me and I was loving it. After a while, he stopped. Why had he stopped? I was enjoying myself.
He unfastened his trousers and pulled out what looked like an iron bar with a big red head. I'd never seen anything like it. He took my hand and pulled it towards this thing. He wrapped my hand around it. It felt warm and soft even though it was hard. He moved my hand up and down it and I continued stroking it after he took his hand away.
"Faster." he said.
I stroked faster and eventually he grunted and groaned and some creamy liquid spurted from the tip and ran over my hand,
"Oh! My God. Have I hurt you?" I cried, thinking that I'd done something wrong.
"No. You did just fine." He replied.
He gave me a cloth and I wiped my hands. It was a strange time we'd had. I didn't know what I'd just done but he liked it.
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