A Sheltered Life

Yes, I know there are no wives in this tale. As I've said before I like this category. There's also no anger, rage or fury. I'm not a violent man; I believe that rational human beings have the right do do whatever they want with their own bodies as long as they're not hurting anyone else and, in my experience, there are many, many women out there who feel exactly the same so, if you believe that a marriage certificate buys you a slave and gives you the right to 'burn a bitch' and inflict horrendous harm on people then please do us both a favour and piss off.

I was nineteen, approaching twenty and in my final year in college when I met Sue. It was one of those cases of sex at first sight and, at the time of this story, we'd been meeting up at least once a week for several months. The problem was that it was incredibly difficult for us to find somewhere private to express our emotions; I still lived at home some twenty five miles away and Sue lived in digs with a landlady who had a very strict no visitors policy so, each time that we met up, we wasted a lot of time searching for somewhere secluded from the world. Yes, Sue suggested getting a hotel room but I was a poor student and really didn't have the funds.

This particular time was a warm, autumn evening and there were a frustratingly large number of romantic couples wandering around hand in hand and effectively cock blocking us.

Eventually, we gave up and had just decided to head to the nearest pub for a beer when we spotted a small park with an enormous shelter at the back of it that looked worthy of inspection.

To call it a park was probably being too generous; it was actually a steep, awkwardly shaped plot of land on a corner that the local council had tidied up with several flower beds and this enormous structure at the top of the slope. No doubt, if I went searching for it today, I'd find at least half a dozen tiny boxes called houses or apartments there now which just shows how the world has improved over time.

We headed up to the shelter just expecting to be able to sit down for ten minutes before heading to the pub but, when we got there, we found that it was totally deserted with a broad bench running the entire length of the back wall. The interior was in pitch darkness as we approached and it was only when we stepped inside that we could see that there was no one else there and, of course, without saying a word, we both knew that this place was perfect.

We sat side by side looking out over the flower beds and I immediately slipped my arm around Sue's waist.

As usual, she was dressed like a bag of shite in what I'm sure she felt was a hippy vibe but, in my eyes, it just looked as if she'd raided a jumble sale but I was wise enough to say nothing. Not that I was any fashion model myself in my flared denims, my multicoloured T shirt, long hair and headband. Maybe that's why she was attracted to me, it certainly seemed to work with other women.

Anyway, she was wearing one of her father's shapeless old navy blue Arran knit sweaters that came down way over her hips and totally hid whatever there was underneath ( I'm not going to go into disfunctional families and daddy issues or we'll be here all day ).

Anyway, again, I slipped my arm around her waist and managed to burrow my hand up under her jumper onto the soft warmth of her belly. I slid my hand higher and, to my delight, I found that she wasn't wearing one of her heavy duty, bullet proof bras. You'd never have known it by looking at her but, underneath that baggy old sweater, she had surprisingly big, firm breast with virtually no sag although I'm sure she could have held a pencil beneath them if she'd actually wanted to ( something that my future wife used to do occasionally ).

Stick to the story, old men's minds wander.

I stroked her belly for a few moments, just slightly brushing against the bottom of her breasts before cupping my hand over her right breast and feeling her stiff little nipple trying to bore its way through my palm and her reaction was instantaneous as she grabbed the back of my head and crushed her lips to mine.

It wasn't a kiss, it was a clash of her teeth against my lips and really quite painful.

Sue was a couple of years younger than me and really inexperienced when I met her. She'd told me that she'd only ever had one boyfriend and they'd never gone further than heavy petting and that she'd accidentally broken her hymen herself by over vigorously trying to satisfy herself ( I've no idea if that was true and really didn't care. What she'd done before she met me was her business as was what she did whilst with and after me ) but I had no doubt that she was very inexperienced. I'd tried for months to teach and persuade her to kiss more gently but she was always so frantic and as tense as a bowstring whenever our lips met.

I prized my neck from her grip and leant away from her, gazing at her excited, smiling face and, once again, wondered what I was doing here with her but that question was instantly answered as she threw her arms around me and crushed me to her soft chest.

She was wearing one of her usual, multicoloured wraparound, ankle length skirts ( the alternative was always baggy corduroy jeans which I'm surprised weren't her father's ) and I slipped my hand into the split in her skirt and found that she was wearing those bloody awful fishnet tights.

Don't get me wrong, as a boy, I loved looking at pictures of women in fishnet stockings, in fact any stockings, but these were tights that came up to her waist and had been woven by Hull fishermen, well, that's the way it seemed. The mesh was the thickness of string and, the first time that I encountered them, I thought 'No problem, quite sexy' so I dug my fingers into the mesh on each side of her fanny and heaved, expecting them to tear at the seam and allow me access. No chance, they were definitely woven by fishermen and effectively a chastity belt and I heaved and tugged and almost tore my fingers off and wrenched my shoulders out of their sockets before they finally gave and, by that time, I was almost too knackered to fuck her. Almost.

The second time I encountered them I thought 'No problem, they're crotchless now' but no, it was a new pair. That time I took them off and threw them into the bushes. She knew I hated them but here she was wearing them again. This time, I dropped to my knees and pulled them off, rolling them into a ridiculously large ball, tucking them into my pocket and swearing to ceremoniously burn them when I got home.

As always, she was wearing lovely knickers, always satin or silk and it would have been an absolute sacrilege do destroy them. They always felt so cool and luxurious against my hands and face despite the heat within them so I carefully slipped them down her legs and placed them on the bench beside us.

It occurred to me that I'd never seen her naked body, I'd fucked her dozens of times and I'd seen selected pieces but I'd never seen her naked and it was about time I did so I stood up and pulled her big, baggy jumper off over her head and I was amazed by the sight before my eyes. I knew that her tits were big and firm but I never realised just how absolutely perfect they were. Milky white without a single blemish and with tiny, stiff pink nipples.

She grinned at my obviously stunned expression and reached to her waist, unfastening her skirt and slowly unwrapping it from around her body revealing even more perfection. Who'd have thought it, under that rag bag of clothing was a stunning hourglass figure, large firm tits, narrow waist, just a slight bulge of tummy and lovely wide hips, long, slender, shapely legs and to crown it all a luxurious triangle of curly, dark hair.

Once again, I stood and stared in wonder and, once again, she grinned at my shock and did a slow pirouette to show off her alabaster back and glorious round bum.

I finally shook myself free from my stupor but she skipped away from me teasing "Ah, ah, ah, your turn".

Fair's fair, so I quickly threw off my clothes, hopping here and there as I struggled to get out of my jeans but in record time I was stark naked with my stiff dick wagging proudly up and down in front of me.

The shelter had what seemed a peculiar design with two wooden walls each side of the entrance, probably needed for structural integrity but meaning that anyone sitting at either end of the bench would have no view other than those walls. Sue moved into one of those alcoves and lay down on the bench with her head to the wall and I immediately dove on top of her, sinking my dick home into her always juicy hole with one thrust. We groaned in unison and lay locked together for several seconds before Sue started to move beneath me, swivelling her hips and gently thrusting up against me.

I just lay on top of her taking most of my weight on my arms and allowed her to do what she wanted at her own pace but soon she was moving more forcefully, humping up at me and panting hard.

I started moving with her, thrusting harder and harder, but then I froze because I could hear music in the distance and I instinctively knew that it was coming our way. Sure enough, the music was getting louder but, as it became clearer, it was obviously not music, it was Gary Glitter singing leader of the gang.

The sound grew steadily louder and, along with it, I could hear some lad pontificating about what a macho guy glitter was ( how times have changed ).

I suppose it was inevitable that, whoever it was, was going to head straight to us as I hung there frozen like a statue with my cock half way inside Sue's glorious cunt.

I got my first sight of them as they stepped into the shelter and sat down side by side not five feet away from us. It was a guy and girl of about sixteen; he was short and stocky with short blond hair and a ridiculously large tape player on his shoulder and she appeared to be slightly taller than him with very short dark hair but it turned out to be tied back behind her in a very tight, long pony tail. Both were wearing baggy, blue jeans and boots and I instantly knew that they were wannabe skinheads. They were obviously totally unaware of our presence as the guy set down his tape machine beside him and continued his lecture about how much he admired glitter.

I was still frozen in position but I could feel Sue's body starting to quiver as she fought to suppress her giggles and then she whispered in my ear "Come on, fuck me" and, grabbing hold of my bum with both hands, she hauled me into herself as we both groaned in harmony.

Once again, Sue took control but there were no gentle movements this time. She held onto my bum and slammed up against me and would surely have bucked me right off her if she hadn't been clinging so hard to my bum. She was using my cock purely for her own pleasure not that I wasn't getting a whole lot of pleasure myself as my stiff prick rammed into her hot, squishy hole.

Our new companions still hadn't noticed us in our dark corner ( we were just two more shadows in the inky darkness ) and their tape player was so loud that it was drowning out Sue's moans and the slap of my flesh against hers and in no time at all I was slamming into her as hard as I could and her cries were getting steadily louder as she frantically jerked up and down beneath me but still the other couple hadn't noticed us.

Suddenly Sue arched her back and cried "Oh, I'm cumming, I'm coming, fuck me, oh, fuck me" and that set me off. I stabbed my prick into Sue three or four times as my spunk jetted into her but, at least, I had the decency to try to stifle my groans.

We lay there gasping for breath for several minutes before Sue pushed me off her and rose to her feet. God only knows what the young couple thought when they saw Sue's milk white figure appearing from the shadows, maybe they thought they'd seen a ghost because they each gave a little shriek and almost jumped out of their skins.

Sue strolled over to stand directly in front of the pair and said something that obviously neither of them could hear and the lad, at last, thankfully turned off his bloody tape player. Sue leant in closer and her tits swung out beneath her and jiggled to a halt as she said "I think you're sitting on my clothes" and they both rose a few inches, brushing their hands beneath them before shaking their heads and sitting down again. I could see their eyes following Sue's every move as she groped around in the dark and finally found her clothes a couple of feet away.

She returned to stand directly in front of the couple as she pulled her jumper on over her head then, glancing in my direction, she said "Aren't you getting dressed?" and I realised that I'd been sat there watching with my mouth open with no thought to my own nakedness.

I stood up and went in search of my own clothing but, unlike Sue, I muttered an apology as I hurried past the couple but I was very aware of the girls gaze following every move of my swinging cock.

Sue was already securing her wraparound skirt as I sat on the bench and struggled into my own clothes which, even though I was hurrying, took what seemed to be an awful long, embarrassing time but Sue obviously felt no such embarrassment as she attempted to start a conversation with the speechless couple and she actually giggled and said "Good night" when I grabbed her hand and dragged her away.

As we headed to the pub for a desperately needed pint, Sue handed me her knickers saying 'Look after these, I want them back'.

I sniffed her knickers then stuffed them into another pocket and, as she took hold of my hand, I wondered what had happened to that sweet, innocent girl that I'd met just a few months earlier.