The casual observer would have seen a couple, dressed in the usual attire of those taking their lunch break from, perhaps, a nearby office. Maybe, even that onlooker would have wondered whether or not it was an office romance. Fortunately, that person could not have been aware of the swirling emotions that were creating a small whirlpool in my head. On the one hand, I knew her so well and, competing with that, was the realisation it had been a little over twenty years since the last very memorable time we had been together.The two of us had lived quite close to each other in a neighbourhood consisting of mainly older families and thus I guess we naturally got to know one another especially as neither of us had elder siblings. We only met in the holidays since we both attended boarding schools. However, such schools have long summer holidays and in our case, they were the best part of twelve weeks long.It was during those times that we used to disappear for hours at a time exploring the local area and found a small lake with gently sloping banks. There, we used to slip out of clothes and, as we were both good swimmers, enjoyed many an hour there. We didn’t even know the phrase ‘skinny dipping’, then. We simply didn’t want Ankara bayan escort to get into trouble for arriving back in wet attire. As time went by, without being aware of it, we became a little circumspect in being nude and were more covert in where we undressed, dashing into the water without looking at one another.Time passed and just after our sixteenth birthdays (we had been born a few months apart in the same year), I overheard my parents mention that Mary’s parents were moving because of her father’s work over a hundred miles away. As it was nearing the end of the holidays, they weren’t surprised when I said I was off. Speedily, I made my way to Mary’s home and, fortunately, she was home but her parents had gone to the solicitors to formalise the house sale.We were both lost for words and ended up simply linking hands and strolled off along a nearby lane before, by mutual unspoken agreement, heading into a nearby wood which was another favourite haunt. To access them, we had to cross a stile and I clambered over first, turning to offer a steadying hand. She seemed to lose her footing and ended up close to my chest, the closest we’d ever been in recent years. In what Escort bayan Ankara seemed a completely natural movement, our lips met and we started exploring with our tongues. You can imagine my emotions – excitement, arousal and a little trepidation as this was the first time I’d ever kissed with this intensity.There was some clashing of teeth, coupled with some chuckles from deep within us. I tried to move apart a little as the hardness of my erection was both exciting me but embarrassing. To my surprise (and delight) her hands slid down my back, reaching my hips and pulled me closer. With that encouragement, my hands went down her back also but slipped under her top so I could caress the softness of the skin beneath. Through the thin material of our shirts, I could feel the hardness of her nipples.We had to come up for some air, our breathing and heart rates had skyrocketed. We were both somewhat abashed by what had happened but that didn’t stop us holding hands again, walking deeper into the woods to a little glade, well known to us. Here, I stopped, turned to her and uttered the first words of our meeting: “Let’s lie down.” To my relief, she did and lifted her arms to welcome Bayan escort Ankara me. I have no idea how long we spent there as we ventured across our bodies, clothing being abandoned in no order, simply as the wish and desire took us. We didn’t ‘go all the way’ as it was called then but we did learn how to arouse another’s senses to the point of climax. Hers covered my fingers and hands with warm colourless fluid and mine covered her fingers and my stomach and chest with the white evidence I already was familiar with. But it felt so much better when aided by an enthusiastic partner. It was not until some years later that I realised she’d placed her hand over mine, putting pressure on the middle finger so it slipped inside her and my continued movements led her on to that, what seemed to my untutored mind, explosive climax.We lay, panting, hearts pounding and, I think, rather overwhelmed by the intensity of the crescendo we’d achieved. Eventually, I broke the silence by saying something like: “And now you’re moving away.” For a moment, there was silence and I thought I’d upset her with flippancy but then laughter welled up inside and she shook with it.The moment of tension had passed and we got down to the practicalities of tidying ourselves up. Fortunately, the small lake I mentioned earlier was not far away so we ambled down, now completely unphased by our nakedness and washed ourselves clean. Even at that early age, we did that separately because I’m sure she was as aware as I that being close would have set us off again.