Irishmik60
It was back in the 70's. Back when most reading this story weren't even around. Not a glimpse in their parents imagination. I was living in California. A little town between Los Angeles and San Francisco. Just north of where Highway 1 and Pacific Coast Highway split. A little coastal community of fishermen, and artists, and of course the 2nd industry there, tourists.
I lived on a small religious commune. That's right, I was a single guy living on a commune full of Holy Rollers. Pentecostals. You, know, the ones singing in 'Tongues', prayer sessions every night, and yes, abstinence from sex. Not that I didn't like sex, I loved it. There just wasn't any single or available women at the commune. Our work schedules kept me from straying and 'getting into trouble'. One day a week, Saturday, we had the day off, and I spent many of those days wandering the harbor, the beach, and the town, imagining carnal images with most every woman I saw.
Towards the end of summer friends of a commune that lived inland, and had their own church, invited folks from our commune to come for a visit. They lived in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, just outside Sequoia National Park. Many of us decided to take a week and take a mini vacation.
We took a number of vehicles and took 23 members camping. Some had never even seen mountains other than in the distance, some went to just get away. We first met at our friends' church and they gave us suggestions as where to stay and camp.
Two days after leaving our home, we found ourselves 7,300 feet above sea level in the steep mountains of Sequoia National Park. We found 5 adjoining campsites and began making camp. We planned on staying four days in the mountains. That first night at camp, the park rangers held a huge campfire for everyone that was staying in the campground. Beside me were two young ladies that were camping as well. Not with our group, their 'closeness' to each other interested me.
Being an outward person I greeted the 2 gals, but only icy stares were returned. It was at that moment I realized they were lesbians. So, I just sort of withdrew and sang with the group I was with, laughed and enjoyed the times at the campfire. But, in my 20's, I was uncomfortable with the rejection. I mean, at least they could've said hi. The older one, maybe 30, seemed to look daggers into me. The younger one acted like she wanted to say hi, but was holding back because of her companion.
The night's entertainment ended and we all wandered at our own pace back to our respective campsites. The mountain air, the excitement to be among these giant redwood trees, I wasn't a bit sleepy. As most settled in for the night, I decided to go for a walk along one of the roadways. Being dark, and on grounds I was unfamiliar with, I choose not to go off on one of the less marked trails.
I'd walked maybe three miles when I came across a gal coming out of the woods from one of the many trails. It was then I recognized her as the younger of the two gals from the campfire. I walked past her and quietly nodded in her direction as we passed. She stopped me and apologized for her 'friend's' actions earlier in the evening. She went on to explain they were a couple, and Anne, her companion was a very jealous woman. Specially when it came to men. It seems Moira was new to the world of female to female relationships, and Anne disliked her talking to men.
I told Moira that was a lot to tell a stranger. She explained it was a way of apologizing for their actions. I told her not to fret, I wasn't, in saying hello, trying to steal her away. A coy smile came across her face as she asked...'you weren't?'
Hmmm, was this gal hitting on me? We walked together for awhile and chatted. I found she lived with Anne in Los Angeles. It seemed Anne and Moira weren't getting along that well and had taken this trip to try and solidify their unity. After the campfire they'd argued over how Anne treated me, and Moira went off by herself for a walk.
The air was heavy in humidity, and it was apparent it would rain soon. I asked Moira if she wished to return to the campsites and she told me she was enjoying our walk. We found a well worn path up through the tall redwoods and decided to walk through them. Every now and then some intermittent rain drops would fall, cool in the night air.
About 100 yards up this new pathway, Moira stumbled on a rock in the pathway. As she started to fall I reached and caught her. Her body bent forward, my arms inadvertently caught her across her chest, My hands under her armpits, my forearms firm along her breasts. It seemed to me the both of us paused longer than necessary for her to regain her balance. As I helped her to stand again, I had the opportunity to look down and noticed her T-shirt had pulled down some from the friction and exposed her left nipple. As I drew my hand back I couldn't help but run my hand across it.
Would Moira slap me? Call me a pervert? Run away? None of the above. As I started to withdraw my hand, she reached up with her right hand and held mine in place. I could feel her hardening nipple with my fingers. Her small pert breasts, firm against my palm. She looked in my face, raindrops falling down her face. "I've never been with a man, only Anne. That's what we were fighting about."
"OK, why me?"
"Well, most men look at me then see Anne beside me and think 'hands off', You looked at me, smiled and said hello. Like it didn't matter to you I was with someone."
"To be honest, all I saw was two nice looking women. Guess I've been out of action so long I didn't realize."
"Good for me then. Now please kiss me." With this she drew my face to hers and set her lips to mine. Moira's hand behind my neck, her other around my waist at the small of my back.
My one hand had yet to leave her breast, but, it wasn't still. I was kneading her breast, massaging it through her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I only had the thin cotton of her shirt separating my hand from her tit's flesh. I swear I could feel the beat of her heart as it raced in desire. As I leaned against the tree behind me, Moira broke our embrace and reached for the buckle of my belt. Like a woman possessed she was attached my clothes, trying to get my jeans open. "Please," she begged, "I've never seen a real cock before".
"You mean you've never been fucked?" I queried.
"Oh, Anne and I play with toys, dildos strap-ons. But I've never had a real penis before, let alone seen one."
I couldn't believe this. Here I am with this sexy, desirable woman, and she'd never fucked a man? Never seen a real cock? Now this excited me even more. I was going to be her first man, as far as I was concerned, her first REAL fuck.
I started to assist her in undressing me. Pulling off my shirt, unzipping my pants as she opened my belt and waist button. My cock was already hard thinking of being her first ever. She grabbed the sides of my pants and pulled both the jeans and underwear down at the same time. My hardened cock sprang forth almost hitting her in the face. She froze for a moment looking at my manhood, admiring her prize, the object of her desire. At this moment lightning flashed in the distance, lighting her face and her hypnotic leer at me penis.
As her hand grasped me, encircling my shaft, I felt the coolness. She began to clasp my shaft and pull her hand up and down. "Let your hand slide over it Moira, don't hold on so hard."
"OK, sorry, as I said I've never done this. Your cock's so hard, and hot."
It seemed Moira was struggling where to look.