BlueMoonRisin’
Well-Known Member
Here is another completely bullshit story..... Or maybe not.
I met a 25 year old bird at Smokies in Oldham, mid 80's. Fit as fuck welsh blond tasty piece from Neath South Wales. Kim Wilde like in looks. She was a bit of a rock chic at heart so i took her to Jilly's Rockworld in town one Saturday night. Black tight fit leather jacket, tight black spandex leggings, sexy bum, pert boobs and 6 inch high heels, the job lot as she shook her sexy body on the dance floor. She was a stunner alright. Walking down the Street, gangs of drop jawed guys in awe of such beauty would quite often wolf whistle her. I felt a bit uneasy at this but highly honoured to be holding her hand around Manchester, and I also felt out of my depth with her tbh.
She was a well educated and intelligent English teacher. I on the other hand was a cheeky twat with a glint in my eye, aged about 22 working in a cardboard factory at the time, day dreaming to be dating a girl as gorgeous as her. She fell for me and I was giddy and so excited to next be with her, and it felt heaven.
Proper ladylike she was too, took me 4 attempts to land her in the sack. Just as well really as I was still fairly inexperienced, quite shy, tall and skinny at time, a bit like Danny D like in looks, but without the famous Danny D XL porn pork sword, the lucky bastard. Still, I was fucking aching to give it my best shot with her. She took me back to her modest flat one night, poured the drinks and put on some soft rock, we talked and laughed, the occasion felt great and relaxed. She poured a couple more drinks, before she led me to her bedroom. I was shaking like a shitting dog at the thought of potting the pink. We were Kissing and cuddling, and I was lustfully impatient to feel a bit more of her soft sexy skin. She was well up for it and I was throbbing to be unleashed down below.
Light was on but a bit low, slow seductive music on at this point. Tits out, pink toothpaste tube top nips were a nice sight, he stuff of quality top shelf magazines. my hand slowly went down to slide her zip open and SHOCK HORROR!
Underneath her sexy skin tight jeans revealed a pair of pale pink skin coloured knickers that were as unshapely and unsexy on the eyes as a pair of speedos at the local swimming baths! Even worse was the sand paper like touch of the material that felt like touching the Damask on a fuckin' cheap bed! WTF is going on i thought as I opened her jeans a little wider to then notice her wispy curly ginger watch spring like pubes poking out I had bizarre Visions of *Keith Macrae's curly ginger hair under there and the thought Put me right off!
My todger was falling down faster than a lead balloon at that sad sorry sight of her Speedo like grannny knickers!
I was fucking mortified. My recently proud cock shrank to being as limp as like a dead chickens neck!
She sensed something wrong and I blurted "I feel sick all of a sudden, I gotta go love, I'm really sorry"
I left her place about 2am from Chadderton in a taxi with jumbled up visions of her and Keith Macrae in my head.
I fucked up, never had the nerve to ring her again and that was that.
*Keith MacRae was a Scotish curly ginger haired reserve keeper to big Joe Corrigan in the 70's.
I met a 25 year old bird at Smokies in Oldham, mid 80's. Fit as fuck welsh blond tasty piece from Neath South Wales. Kim Wilde like in looks. She was a bit of a rock chic at heart so i took her to Jilly's Rockworld in town one Saturday night. Black tight fit leather jacket, tight black spandex leggings, sexy bum, pert boobs and 6 inch high heels, the job lot as she shook her sexy body on the dance floor. She was a stunner alright. Walking down the Street, gangs of drop jawed guys in awe of such beauty would quite often wolf whistle her. I felt a bit uneasy at this but highly honoured to be holding her hand around Manchester, and I also felt out of my depth with her tbh.
She was a well educated and intelligent English teacher. I on the other hand was a cheeky twat with a glint in my eye, aged about 22 working in a cardboard factory at the time, day dreaming to be dating a girl as gorgeous as her. She fell for me and I was giddy and so excited to next be with her, and it felt heaven.
Proper ladylike she was too, took me 4 attempts to land her in the sack. Just as well really as I was still fairly inexperienced, quite shy, tall and skinny at time, a bit like Danny D like in looks, but without the famous Danny D XL porn pork sword, the lucky bastard. Still, I was fucking aching to give it my best shot with her. She took me back to her modest flat one night, poured the drinks and put on some soft rock, we talked and laughed, the occasion felt great and relaxed. She poured a couple more drinks, before she led me to her bedroom. I was shaking like a shitting dog at the thought of potting the pink. We were Kissing and cuddling, and I was lustfully impatient to feel a bit more of her soft sexy skin. She was well up for it and I was throbbing to be unleashed down below.
Light was on but a bit low, slow seductive music on at this point. Tits out, pink toothpaste tube top nips were a nice sight, he stuff of quality top shelf magazines. my hand slowly went down to slide her zip open and SHOCK HORROR!
Underneath her sexy skin tight jeans revealed a pair of pale pink skin coloured knickers that were as unshapely and unsexy on the eyes as a pair of speedos at the local swimming baths! Even worse was the sand paper like touch of the material that felt like touching the Damask on a fuckin' cheap bed! WTF is going on i thought as I opened her jeans a little wider to then notice her wispy curly ginger watch spring like pubes poking out I had bizarre Visions of *Keith Macrae's curly ginger hair under there and the thought Put me right off!
My todger was falling down faster than a lead balloon at that sad sorry sight of her Speedo like grannny knickers!
I was fucking mortified. My recently proud cock shrank to being as limp as like a dead chickens neck!
She sensed something wrong and I blurted "I feel sick all of a sudden, I gotta go love, I'm really sorry"
I left her place about 2am from Chadderton in a taxi with jumbled up visions of her and Keith Macrae in my head.
I fucked up, never had the nerve to ring her again and that was that.
*Keith MacRae was a Scotish curly ginger haired reserve keeper to big Joe Corrigan in the 70's.