Yvonne Ch4
This story continues directly from Ch3
By early October my meetings with Yvonne were not limited to Sundays. We had developed a very close relationship, much deeper than any previous friendship I had ever had with either sex. We talked about sex, what we liked, what we didn't like and what, I at least, had never tried.
Most of our meetings consisted of a gin or two at the club or a local bar, followed by coffee. Coffee had become our code word for sex. Sometimes a torrid, rip our clothes off, fuck your brains out, passion filled encounter; others a more gentle, slower paced, languorous shag.
I was definitely much more in control by now, and seldom ejaculated before both of us had had at least some fun. If it did happen, I could go down on her and bring her off orally with the skills she had been so painstaking in teaching me.
Sunday October 1 1967
This night we had made it upstairs to her bedroom, slightly more tipsy than usual, and Yvonne spontaneously started to do a striptease for me. I always found it erotic watching her take her clothes off, so I sat on the edge of the bed and watched fully aware that I was sitting on the bed, the bed, where shortly we would consummate our mutual lust.
She unbuttoned her blouse provocatively, shed it, and discarded her bra. With those magnificent pendulous tits hanging free, she came over to me, bent forwards to kiss me on the forehead. I reached up for her breasts but she pulled away swiftly, denying me and wagged her finger like a disapproving teacher.
Her skirt came off next and soon she was left standing in the matching black knickers and suspender belt that I had enjoyed so much on our first encounter, complete with those sexy little tufts of dark pubic hair trying to escape from round the edges. The dark pubic hair that concealed so much, even when the inevitable happened and she discarded her panties, leaving her luxuriant bush in full view.
She turned away from me and started to lower her knickers with a suggestive wiggle of her bum. It might have been the alcohol, but for some totally inexplicable reason I slapped one of her buttocks really somewhat harder than I intended.
"Ouch! Shit that really hurt."
"Sorry, sorry. I don't know why I did that....
"I'm so sorry. Your bum is just so delicious.....
"So sexy.......
"I'm sorry. So.........."
I never did finish the sentence.
"Shut up and do it again!"
I was dumbfounded, "What?" I said.
"I said, do it again, only this time do it as if you mean it. Harder!"
This was a whole new scenario for me and I can't pretend it wasn't exciting. When I had slapped her bum it had jiggled in the most erotic way and a red palm print was already beginning to show. She put on a childish voice.
"Spank me Sir. I've been a very naughty girl.....
"I seduced a young boy of only 19....
"And I should know better.....
