I must acknowledge the following for their input, and advice. Obviously I could never have written this story without help, and research (Google) for one, plus grandparents and elderly folk who were still alive and have knowledge as to what it was like living in that era. They were hard bleak days…the standard of morality far, far higher than today, for a young girl of eighteen to have an illegitimate child…well to some it was far worse than committing murder…so this is my take on the life of one Diane Shipton
It has some Dark parts and contains the subject of prostitution…sorry to some of my readers who are not too fond of the subject.
Diane Shipton is a sweet innocent and then naïve 18 year old
girl born and living in
Naturally they bring with them and introduce to the down under New Zealander some American culture.
With most of the able bodied NZ males away overseas the sight of these handsome, smooth dashing and very confident “Yanks” has the local girls spinning.
Enter Rick Bachelli…the villain of the story (do I hear boooo) the guy who eventually seduces Diane Shipton the heroine (applause).
In this episode I am going to take you through to his mysterious disappearance and next episode the terrible results of the union…but don’t worry there is a happy ending
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The year is now
I never tired of this view, it was a view I’d shared with my husband Andy. I sat in my favourite chair…a chair I’d sat in for the last few years. Just near by was another chair, a chair that until almost a year ago my loving husband had sat in. We’d been retired for quite some years, and we had spent most of those years together here at our family home. A home that was really far too big for just the two of us, but you do get attached to some things, and all our memories were here…and that made us feel secure and close to our children….grandchildren and great-grandchildren. At one time it had echoed with the sounds of screaming, laughing and sometimes crying children, and when they needed love and comfort we gave it to them…unreservedly. The photo I clasped in my hand was a family portrait, and my finger traced each of them one by one. My finger and gazed stopped at one…Michael. Michael was my first, and my memories flooded back to that time…that era. Times were difficult, and frightening…our futures uncertain, so let me tell you about it…if I may.
I have to smile and shake my head sometimes. The young seem to think they have all the answers…that we oldies, wrinklies…what ever they care to call us…have always looked like this…that we never had feelings the same as they have today…well I’ve got news for you all….take a look at us….this is what you will look like when you reach our age…it’s your future. Of course we had feelings then, just as they have feelings now…we were young once…out hormones percolated, as strong then as they do today, we had the same opportunities to have sex…guy’s were guy’s, and have never changed. Getting into a girls pants was top priority then as now. But there was a big difference. We never had the birth control then as they do now….no contraception pill for women…and the stigma that went with it was no where near as liberal as today…if a girl had a child out of wedlock…oh heaven forbid…she was either a slut…or a whore…or both, and normally was regarded as soiled goods…the target for all male predators. “She must be a slack bitch…be easy to get her knickers down…give her one…whoa…great let’s give her a go” was the attitude they took…well most did…not all.
The options open to us girls back then were, the guy had to wear a condom…but there was still a strong chance they might break or tare…or you relied on the guy pulling out just before ejaculation…again very risky, or you just didn’t do it at all, which of course left you and the guy very frustrated. Most of us wanted to do it…we just didn’t dare take that risk
So let me roll back the years…to a time when I was eighteen…a young very naïve teenager…who had dreams and fantasies just as they have today
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The year is 1942…somewhere in
It was summer of 1942…I enjoyed summer days, BBQ’s on the beach, swimsuits….not bikini’s, a swim suit covered from thigh to above the breast line…but still letting the men see more of your body and matching curves, which back then I had pretty good figure….I guess I was considered a stunner
No mini skirts…but light summery skirts and blouses or dresses, at least down to your knees.
The war had been going for about three years…apart from rationing, New Zealand felt out of it, and untouched by the war directly, well the men had gone off to fight in Europe, or against the Japanese…who had been our biggest threat, and fear. Stories of what they did, like taking the best women and turning them into “comfort women” prostitutes for their troops, really scared us.
Anyway the Americans had now entered the war after taking great punishment at Pearl Harbour…as the Japanese commander once said “I fear we have awakened a sleeping giant” they had no idea how big a giant they had awakened, but were soon to find out
Our port was a staging point for American troops…yanks as they were called. This was great news for the women, but not so great news for the men…well how could they compete against a yank. He had style, cockiness, confidence and money…it was a no go when it came to competing with them…we girls just thought they were it. We all saw them as movie stars…god who would want to choose one of our guys when we had all these charming yanks. To be fair most of our young chaps were overseas fighting a war…those who were left were too old…or too young and lacked the experience of being with a woman, a yank was streets ahead, he had it all.
I never had a regular boyfriend anyway…the nearest was a nice guy who I’d grown up with, and gone to school with…Andy Marshal…he was the nearest thing to a regular boy friend and I kinda loved him…he was my most treasured and lovable best friend…anyway I digress
I was in reception at one of the distributing warehouse…took most of the incoming calls and inquiries, and then passing them on to the appropriate department or person. It was a real antiquated piece of apparatus…no fancy little buttons…but a big square box, lots of wires and holes into which you pushed the appropriate wire to connect to the appropriate person.
Entertainment was a dance hall, which had sprung up…we’d always had one, but not like this one since the yanks had arrived…plus they provided the bands…whow they were fantastic…real swing…which led to another thing…they taught us all the latest dance moves…for us it was an exciting heady time.
It was at a dance that I met Rick Bachelli…one real smooth dude….he had all the girls flipping for him. He could have the pick of any of the girls…we all just melted in his presence. We had never met any guy like it before. It was like he was a movie star, tall, dark and handsome as they say. The hall had been set up by American personnel…giving it that distinctly American atmosphere. Tables and chairs around the perimeter, and a stage at the top end for the band…a far cry from just the open barn type we were used to, flags and bunting were added, and we had a place that was as near to a club you could get. Extended drinking had been approved of…so if you wanted a good time this was the place to be, although not all the citizens approved, especially the oldies. You see we even called oldies, oldies back then.
“Immoral”
“Den of iniquity”
“I can imagine the type of girls that go there” some of the comments. Well we were youth…same as they are today, we wanted a good time…and there was a war on.
When Rick walked in that night, accompanied by his mates, we all just stood starry eyed, ogled and drooled over him.
You could see straight away he was the one in charge, good looking, smiling and just oozing confidence. Once he made his mind up he wanted something, nothing was going to stop him, or make him deviate off course.
The music was loud and the dancing in full swing…we were enjoying life. Our little party of girls had a table, which we’d pounced on early. During the evening I keep shifting my gaze to Rick…although I didn’t know his name yet, and very time I did, He caught me out, giving me a wink along with a melting smile…I felt a blush on my cheeks.
It was inevitable that he and his buddies made toward out little group.
“Hi…Im Rick and these handsome guys are….” He named each one of them…I don’t even recall who they were; it was Rick Bachelli who interested me.
“Can we join you most charming and beautiful ladies” he said and that charming, disarming smile. (Oh I loved the way he spoke)
Could he join us, could he join us? God yes he could join us…we didn’t have any problem with that.
I barely remember what the others did or said, Rick had my full attention, and he was so interesting, the places he’d been and sights he’d seen. Our port at the other side of the world must have seemed a real hick town by comparison
“Let me get you ladies a drink?” he asked
We all told him soda or fruit juice, but this wouldn’t do…he insisted we try something a little stronger.
He would not accept our refusals, and insisted we try at least one. This was the first time I could see he was not going to take no for an answer…the word no, was not in his vocabulary. Our first sip of liquor had us all screwing up our faces…it burned our mouths and throats and got he big no from us all. Of course he and his mates just laughed.
“Here water it down a little…put some soda in.
This did make it more palatable but we were still not totally convinced it was for us. By the time he had bought three rounds of the amber liquid…we were all feeling a little tipsy, and Sarah was starting to slur her words.
Next he produced a packet of cigarettes…Camel…I’d never seen them before…one puff had me absolutely convinced smoking was not for me.
I think the dancing helped sober me up and I accepted his offer of chewing gum to rid me of the taste of alcohol on my breath.
The evening was rapidly drawing to a close…when Rick offered to drive me home I was only too ready to accept. When I saw the car, I gasped in amazement, it was the very latest American car…steering wheel on the wrong side of course, well depended where you were I guess…I think it was a Chevrolet…nothing like the old Austin’s and Humber’s we had.
I just loved the drive, with its bench seat. He reached out put his arm around me and drew me close.
Ohhhh god, this was so like the movies, I could smell the pleasant order of aftershave, something our guys would never do, but oh it did smell good…kinda sexy.
“Here…pull over her…that’s our house just there” I said pointing to number 27.
He pulled up right outside and shut off the engine.
“Well…it’s been a great night Rick…and thank you”
“That’s ok honey…it’s been a pleasure, and I got to meet the best looking woman I’ve ever come across” he said with a smile.
I blushed and said “Awww I don’t know about that?” my slightly embarrassed reply.
“No I mean it…you know I’ve met a few good looking women in my travels…but I gota say…you are my number one”
He reached over, placing his arm around me and drawing me close.
Oh god…phew, my heart started to pound in my chest, and the kiss that followed didn’t help, the kiss seemed to go on forever and I wasn’t too keen to break it off. It was only when I felt his hand trying to get between my legs that I stopped, broke free and gasped.
“Ohhh god, hey I’d better go…it’s getting late”
“I’ll see you to your door honey”
“No…no…it’s fine, just fine”
He looked across at the house which was in total darkness, apart from one dim outside light to help me see my way.
“Hmm no, no it looks real dark out there, you never know, there may be some one out here…I’ll see you safe”
Again, no was not going to work, and I led the way around to the back door. I always used the rear entrance as I had my own key.
Of course he wasn’t going to be satisfied with just walking me to the back door, he wanted to continue what he had started in the car. It was work in progress.
Right now I was the sum total of his lusts and desires, and he wasn’t going to let me get away, tenacity and patience…that constant drip of water against the stone. He didn’t like to loose, and he certainly wasn’t going to lose this one.
It was prey and predator…and I was the prey.
“Well thanks for such a lovely even…..” I began to say as we reached the back door…but his arms were quickly around my waist…I was drawn toward him and his lips were upon mine.
My resistance was brief….it was inevitable I succumb to the passion in his kiss, throwing my arms around his neck…drawing his mouth harder to my mouth…allowing his tongue to delve inside. No guy had kissed me the way Rick kissed…he was obviously an expert at this…as no doubt he was in other areas.
A hand fell on my breast…not a grabby hand…a gentle caressing hand, gentle squeeze, gentle massage, fingers delicately working around the nipple area. No guy had got that far even. I tried to brush him away, but he ignored me and continued to tease my nipple. Oh shit it felt good…my breasts were now firm and my nipples were hard and protruding, a little excited shudder ran through my body…I gave up on resisting his touch…letting his hand roam over the surface of my breast.
I wasn’t expecting his next move….a hand under the hem of my dress and attaching itself to my thigh, a light touch against the warm flesh.
In those days we wore seamed stockings and suspender belt…long before the day of tights. It was this area he was concentrating on. Like most guys they rather liked the contrasting feel of stocking and bare thigh, before I could make a move to block his hand, it was already working its way upward, and his touch was making me have feelings down there, a wetness to my pussy.
I clamped my hand on his and said firmly “No not there”
“Awww, why not” he said petulantly.
“No…I just don’t think you should”
“But why…it can’t do any harm….just a little fun…some enjoyment, what’s the harm?”
“The harm is a girl get’s to get pregnant…the guy just walks away…that’s the harm”
“Hey hun…I wouldn’t get you pregnant…I promise, I wouldn’t
get you pregnant
“Well I’m scared I do….I’ve…I’ve never done it before”
For a moment he just stared at me with those beautiful mischievous eyes of his.
“I don’t believe it…I just don’t believe it?” He said with and unbelieving look.
“No…never”
“You mean to tell me no guys had it up before?”
He had a real way with words, I’d never heard it put like that before and I felt a little shocked
“No….no guys done that” my reply, avoiding his terminology
“Whow well you don’t know what you’re missing…it’s the most incredible feeling any guy….or girl can get…it is truly wonderful”
My next question was a stupid one, it opened the door and it left me vulnerable
“Er don’t they have something to protect against that…a rubber of something?”
He chuckled and replied “You mean a condom….that’s what they call them honey…condoms”
“Ah yes that’s them”
For a while he studied me.
“So what you’re saying is if I had a condom, I could put it up?”
“Er…no…no that’s not what I’m saying….I was just asking that’s all”
“But you said that you were scared on getting pregnant…not that you didn’t want to do it…so if I had wore a condom, you wouldn’t get pregnant, so I gather from that you do want to do it?”
“No…yes…no, oh god you’re getting me all confused Rick”
All this time his hand had remained on my thigh…it had gained an inch or so as we talked…it was dangerously close to where he wanted it to be, I could almost feel his twitching fingers against the fabric of my panties.
“Come on hun…come on, let’s do it….let me put up…I promise….I absolutely promise not to cum inside you”
Another word I knew but never used…well not with a guy…a couple of my friends had jerked guys off and described how the guy’s cum…a stream of white sticky fluid shot into the air as he ejaculated, which if you weren’t prepared for would finish up on the back of your hand. It was the kind of stuff a girl most certainly did not want injected into her.
He was pressing what must have been his erection hard against me, slowly gyrating his hips…I was starting to feel a little hot…and getting horny myself
“Yeah and how do you propose to do that Rick….not get me pregnant?” I asked in response to his promise.
He gave me that charming assuring smile of his. “Because I’d pull out well before hand…and that I promise you”
“No…no I just can’t do it….it’s far too risky” I replied and with an effort dislodged his hand off my thigh.
“Ok…ok I know when I’m beaten…but you really don’t know the pleasure and joy you’re missing….believe me”
It was another word not in Rick’s vocabulary….beaten.
I gently pushed him away. “I have to go now Rick…I’ve had a great night…I really have”
“Me too….hey can we hook up again…I like you see…you really are great company…how about tomorrow…say sevenish?”
“Yeah…yeah ok…I’d like that too”
He gave me one more long lingering good night kiss…hands free this time.
He turned to walk away, strode a few yards, stopped turned again, then with his best Bogey impersonation said “She ya around shweetheart” saluted and was gone.
I normally sleep a little conservatively in PJ’s or long nighty…. But that night I was feeling a little naughty and slid between the sheets…naked…oh boy did it feel good…real sexy and daring…if mom could see me right then…well I could hear her right then “Young ladies don’t do that…sleep naked”. Well tonight mom your daughter was.
The touch of his hand still lingered…I could feel it on my breast, gently teasing it…the firmness and the hardness of my nipple…and then when it was up my dress and stroking my thigh…oh god I shuddered at the thought.
I followed the path that his hand had taken…my hand became his hand my touch, his touch as I gently played and fondled my breast, causing them to again become firm and the nipples to harden. Next I placed my hand on my thigh….but this time my thoughts were what might have happened had I not stopped him, stroking my thigh and working upward.
I could hear his voice and his words. “It’s ok love I’m not gona cum inside you…I’ll be careful I promise…very careful…I’m gona put it up now” and my finger becomes his penis, and I insert it, my imagination is so intense, I can visualise it as it enters, I gasp and cry out as I work my finger…..no not my finger, his penis in and out…I shudder with excitement and pull my finger out
“God what the hell are you doing…what are you thinking about stupid girl” I chastise myself for having such lustful thoughts.
I was awakened to a knock on my bedroom door.
“Hey Diane love…you awake breakfast is ready”
I stirred and then realised I was still naked under the sheets…it had taken an age to get to sleep…those thoughts of Rick haunting me.
“Oh…oh yes mom…I’ll be right down…thanks”
I waited until I heard her walk away, then quickly donned my nightdress.
Naturally like all mothers she asked me about the night before and who was the guy who had driven me home….nothing escapes mother…of course she would stay awake until I returned.
“Oh just a guy I met at the dance”
“An
She’s obviously been peeking through the curtains
“Yes he was” my casual answer
I could see by that look she gave me she did not approve.
“Mom nothing happened…I’m a big girl now I can take care of myself”
It still did not change her opinion with regard to American personnel.
“Humph…just be careful…I don’t trust yanks” she said
“Yes mom”
She got to meet Rick that night when he came to pick me up…I felt sure his good looks and charm would win the day….but she was adamant
“He’s a yank love….you just be careful”
“Yes mom”
I spent every off duty hour with him that week and I was amazed at how many places he had managed to take me, places I never knew existed… he drove me past the red-light district and the girls working the street…illegal of course, it would be a few many years before it eventually did become legal…but it was one profession that was impossible to stamp out, again I never knew anything about that.
During that week Rick had been charming and tentative, we talked briefly about sex and I never felt uncomfortable chatting to him about it, it was open and frank…and he understood my reasons for not wanting to do it…although he felt they were unfounded, I‘d even had the odd alcoholic drink or two….but smoking was right out of the question.
Saturday was looming and I had the day off…we arranged to spend the day together…he knew of a little bay up the coast, quiet and away from it all….sounded perfect.
A short run up the main road, we turned at the sign saying...Mangaiti Beach road….we went from tar seal to metal road, the car throwing up a dust cloud as we drove…but it was worth it…the beach was just perfect….gold sand, blue sky and little surf.
“Let’s go down to the sea edge?” he suggested
I took off my shoes and felt the warm sand under my feet and between my toes…we laughed, frolicked and cooled our feet in the warm water… his strong arms and hands lifted me above his head and twirled me around until I felt quite dizzy…I screamed, giggled and laughed…I was so, so happy that day.
We must have wandered quite a way up the beach….we had it all to ourselves, not another person in sight.
“Here let’s go up here…take a breather for a while” as we headed for the grassed dunes.
I help his hand in mine and delighted in his presence and company…I’d never met a guy quite like him and I’d never had such a good time.
We found a quiet spot in a shallow hollow.
“Here sit here for a while” he said patting the ground beside him.
Laying there side by side, the warm sun on our faces, gazing up at blue sky, listening to the sound of gentle surf and the cry of seagulls was just bliss…I felt at peace, I wish it could go on forever…no thoughts of the war raging somewhere out there…I was with the man who I’d fallen head over heels in love with.
Rick flicked a cigarette from his pack….he didn’t offer me one, he knew it was futile…lighting it and taking a great lungful of smoke, before releasing it into the air…after a few drags he snuffed it out, then turned his attention to me, propping up on his side
His eyes met mine, as he gazed down at me, his hand brushing a stand of hair from my face, and then gently stroking my cheek.
“God you’re beautiful Diane…truly beautiful” he said, smothering my reply with a kiss….a long and passionate kiss. I loved his kissing….lived for them; placing my hand to the back of his neck I pressed his lips even closer to mine. His fingers fumbled with the top button on my blouse quickly undoing it…and again before I could say anything, my answer was smothered with a kiss…one by one I felt the buttons being undone all the way down to my waist, and then his hand pull my blouse open.
“Hey what do you think your doing” I gasped, as I pulled free from his lips.
I could see my blouse was wide open, exposing my bra and heaving breasts.
“Darling those beauties are far too good to be hidden away from view” his reply as his warm hand cupped, squeezed and massaged one of the breasts.
That touch of his was oh so gentle as his fingers traced around both bare part of my breast and bra…making smaller and smaller circles, until only one finger circled my nipple area, even through the fabric of my bra, it felt oh so sensuous…giving a little tingle feeling. I could feel my breasts go firm, and my nipples harden and stand up.
“Oh god Rick….Rick….I….I….”
“Shhhh…its ok love….just relax and enjoy the moment” then another kiss to silence and protests.
God it did feel so good…I’d never gone this far before…his fingers continuing to excite me, they moved under the bra itself…and before I could stop him. He pushed and pushed hard and fast, and lifted the bra up and over my breasts, releasing and revealing them.
“Ohhh yes, yes they are so, so beautiful” he remarked as his eyes drank in the sight of my naked breasts.
I made to cover them with my hand, but he brushed it away declaring
“No, no they must be viewed, admired, fondled and appreciated” his mouth fully open and his tongue flashing out like a lizard, flicking at the hard nipple, before his lips gently kissed it and his mouth closed around it, and began to suckle on it.
I screamed…not in pain…but with pleasure…god I had such a euphoric feeling…my whole body was tingling.
Whilst his mouth continued to pleasure my breast, his now free hand and fingers began to track downward, tracing lightly over my belly, to my skirt…over the skirt, and down between my legs, I felt them press gently against my pussy, I nipped my legs tight, but he wasn’t interested in it yet….not whilst there was fabric between his fingers and his target…what he wanted….what he desired most of all was the warm wet soft flesh that now lay beneath.
Down my thigh to the hem of the dress, snaking under, he began to track back up. Now he could feel the warm soft skin of my thigh, his hand pressed and gave it a gentle squeeze, continuing to move upward.
“Oh god no….no Rick…no not there please” I implored.
“Shhhh….shhhhh…its ok babe…its ok….just relax” his voice quiet, gentle, soothing, his other hand stroking my cheek…reassuring me all was well. His hand continued its upward trek, fingers snaking beneath my panties, and pressing against my pubic hairs.
Again I pleaded for him to stop, again that reassuring voice that all was well and his hand stroking my cheek accompanied with a gentle kiss
I clamped my legs closed, to stop any further progress…he did nothing, his fingers remained in place, twitching in that area just above my slit.
Eventually my muscles began to ache, I just could not hold him out much longer, then they collapsed altogether and my legs sprang apart. Those fingers that had waited so patiently now found the road ahead clear and they made straight between my thighs, one finger penetrating my now very wet pussy, gently working it in and out.
I was saying no, no, but every time it was the same reassuring voice and my fingers began to dig into his flesh.
I was vaguely aware of my panties being pulled down. I wasn’t aware that he was now undoing his fly, and removing his hard erection…he was ready.
He moved his whole body on top of mine… his face, his lips only inches from mine, and then pressing his knees between my legs, gently, ever so gently began to prise them apart…the realisation of it hit me. I tried to push back, push away from his erection…I was scared.
“Oh god no….no please Rick no” for some reason the power in my voice, just wasn’t there
“No…no sweetheart….shhhhh….shhhhh…its fine…it’s all gona be fine….relax….relax” the sound of that hypnotic calming voice, and his hand stroking my cheek
He shuffled and manoeuvred into position, moving upward
With my heart pounding in my chest, I felt the hardness of his erection brush against my thigh.
The first thing I felt was the hard bulbous end of his hard penis entering.
I cried out, gasped and try to pull away.
“Shhhh….shhhhh…its ok…its ok….I’m not going to hurt you…you have to trust me….everything will be ok….you do trust me don’t you?” continuing to calmly stoke my cheek
I nodded nervously…my yes hardly audible…my body now all tense. My brain was sending me all kinds of mixed up scrambled messages…I just could not decipher any of them.
He continued to gently push it up; I felt it go a bit further. I gave a little scream at the pain. “Ohhhh ahhhh”. For a brief moment he stopped, held it there, and then started again, inch by inch, and I could feel it, moving slowly in, further and further it went and soon it was fully in.
I felt the warmth of his hot breath as he exhaled a long satisfied sigh.
“Ohhhhhhh god—oh—my—god…that feels good hun….really, really good”
At this stage there had been no movement inside me, he wanted me get accustomed to the new intruder…just making it twitch once or twice…my heart was pounding like crazy and my fingers were digging deep into his flesh.
Slowly, very slowly he began to move, his ass and hips moving up and down.
It was my turn to gasp “Ohhh…my …..god” feeling it move.
“Yeah feels good…doesn’t it?” he asked
My mouth was dry, I could hardly swallow…I nodded and croaked yes….yes it does, fingers digging even deeper.
For several minutes he set up a steady rhythm….hump….hump….hump, huh…huh…huh, a steady stream of warm breath on my neck with every huh.
When the pace began to pick up, I sensed something soon was going to happen.
His thrusts were deeper, harder, hump, hump, hump.
There was a look on this face I hadn’t seen before…a lustful look. Panic set in, as the pace became faster and faster. “Rick….Rick….Rick...please stop, take it out…take, take it out” I screamed…but to no avail, he was determined to go all the way, nothing mattered to him now but that one final orgasm.
His face was all twisted and contorted…lost to all and everyone around him, he was really humping fast and furious, I was in full panic mode, screaming, shouting and punching….and then with one final thrust and a satisfied groan “Ahhhhhhhhhhh” he began to ejaculate
I thought I felt a little squirt, but then he quickly pulled out, slamming his body to mine…pressing his penis against my stomach, I could feel the warm, wet sperm spread over my belly as it gushed from his hard erection.
“Ohhh god….oh god, that was absolutely fantastic love…thank you, thank you” he said as his body just went limp, and his breath in my ear.
“Oh god Rick…you did pull out in time….please tell me you did?” I asked….my voice shaky.
“Don’t worry…I pulled out in time love look”
He pushed up and let me see the results of our love making. When I peered down I could see my stomach and pubic area was covered in a murky white, wet substance Yuk, it looked disgusting…first time I’d seen a mans semen like that, plus there was still some leaking from the end of his penis, as he flopped back I could hear a squelch.
“See…nothing to worry about…all present and accounted for” he said with a little chuckle
I felt relieved and told him so.
“Like I said love….nothing to worry about…you enjoy it?”
I replied with a nervous laugh “Yes…yes I did” but the truth be known, I hardly remember…I think I did…I was too concerned on the end result, but as it turns out I needn’t have been.
Rolling over on to his back beside me, he thrust his hand into his trouser pocket produced a clean handkerchief and said laughing
“Here love, use this…it is after all my mess”
Gingerly I used his handkerchief to wipe away the yucky mess. When I handed it back, he told me to just through it away…he had plenty more back at base.
Having satisfied his lusts…for now…he tucked his limp dick back into is trousers, doing up his fly. I on the other hand pulled my panties back up and drew my skirt back down.
It was a strange feeling I had right then…a little let down…and yet I shouldn’t have been. I never received the feeling I thought I would. I was starting to realise that I’d let a guy put it up me…the first one…and also I could no longer claim to be a virgin….Rick had ownership to that.
With our arms wrapped around each other we made our way back along the beach, he was very attentive and chatted away, whilst I was still a little sombre…smiling and laughing in the right places…trying to be the happy ex virgin.
We still had the whole day together, afternoon we had lunch. I started to get over he early part of the day…after all it had happened and I could not go back and fix it…I think I may have been mad at myself for allowing it to get that far…but man was he good…a naïve girl up against and expert…I stood no chance…at some stage sooner or later I was going to drop my pants for him…and he knew it.
So far the evening had been just perfect, and now the night started to close in. “I know a great little spot he said” as we were leaving the hotel after a very nice meal
“Oh yeah…where?” I enquired
He drove me to a spot just out of town, a grassy cliff over looking the harbour…it was a moonlit night making the harbour and sea look spectacular….a very romantic setting
“Hmmm nice view” he said, sliding his arm over my shoulder and pulling me close. His breath felt warm on my neck as he gently kissed it, working around the curve until his lips found my lips. It started oh so gently…just the hint of a kiss. The kissing became intense and I placed my hand behind his neck and drew his mouth closer to mine, at which time there was an explosion of our two emotions colliding. His hand slipped inside my blouse to fondle my breast, cupping, squeezing and gently massaging. I felt my emotions intensify, as he feverously worked to get the buttons undone, and then pulling it open, his hand again slipped my bra upward and over my breasts, a warm hand now massaging and kneading my tit.
I couldn’t breath, my heart was pounding, and my breasts had become firm and nipples hard.
His next move was his hand up my skirt and caressing my thigh…as nice and exciting as it felt, I just didn’t want to take another chance…play it safe girl, play it safe said the voice in my head.
Placing my hand firmly on his I told him, no I just wasn’t prepared to risk it>
He looked at me pleading…but I held firm…NO.
After a moments thought he said “Hey….just a sec….I think….?”
Opening the glove box, he delved inside, rummaged around, then “Da, da” he produced a foil wrapped item.
“Is that what I think it is? I asked
“Sure is….a condom….just knew I had to have one somewhere around” smiling triumphantly.
“So why did we not use it before?”
“Awww come on love…this little thing was in the glove box, in the car way down the beach, I couldn’t just say hang on a mo, I’ll just go find that condom….now could I?”
Well I guess he had a point, but I think he knew it would break the moment he stopped, he had me exactly to the point where he wanted me, to do other he would have lost me…given me time to think…and he was never going to let that happen.
He held the condom in front of my eyes, the silver foil glittering in the moonlight, as he wiggled it between finger and thumb.
“What do you….should we?” he asked, there was a mischievous look on his face.
“Well…I….”
“Oh of course we should…come on…it was fun last time….it’ll be even more fun this time….let’s do it” he replied, and at the same time started to undo the button on his pants and undoing his fly, and then pulling both trousers and underwear down to his knees.
“Here give me your hand” then taking it and placing it on his not quite hard dick.
Ug it felt warm and clammy, and I began to fondle and nurture it until I felt it grow and become hard.
He breathed a heavy sigh “Ohhhh yes…ohhhhhhh yes” gently pushing me until I lay full length on the bench seat.
It was rather cramped doing it like this in the front of a car, but he managed to push my skirt well up around my waist, and I felt my panties being pulled down, over one ankle, and then the other, depositing them on the car floor. Next he placed one of my legs up and over the back of the seat and letting the other flop over the front of the seat.
In a crouched over position, he managed to tear the foil from the condom…giving an excited giggle as it sprung open…my heart was racing and I had excited expectations just watching his every move. Rolling the condom over the surface of his erection he looked at me smiled and sad “Ready?”
I nodded whispering “Yes”
Laying his body on top of mine, he held the hard shaft and wriggled into position
I feel it brush my thigh as he manoeuvres, and then the head, plus a couple of inches were the first part to enter, for a brief moment he paused, then thrust the rest of it in…hard.
“Ohhhhhhhh god” I cried, it both took my breath away and by surprise, unlike the first time, when he was gentle, also his hips and ass were quickly working up and down, already humping and in stride
“Oh yes…oh yes” huh, huh, huh, hump, hump, hump, the car bouncing and rocking on its suspension.
Knowing he was wearing a condom, I began to relax, and as I relaxed I found I was starting to enjoy it, it gave me a wonderful feeling…a feeling of fullness much better that just using a finger…nothing beats the real thing.
Hump, hump, hump….exhaling his breath at the same time….huh, huh, huh.
Oh god this was good…I loved it…I really loved this sex thing…my fingers digging deep into the flesh of his arms.
“Hold on….we’ll turn you over….I’m gona have you from the rear”
“Eh…what…you….?”
He’d already pulled out, and was indicating I turn on my belly.
“Hey what…..?”
Now I was face down, my face was pressing into the soft fabric of the seat…one leg running parallel, and the other hanging over.
He was quickly between my thighs and pushing back inside before I knew what he was all about.
Hump…hump…hump…hump, slap, slap, slap, was the sound as his ass bore down with each thrust.
“Ohhh….ohhh god” it felt good….no better than good, it felt great. I could now hear a slurping sound with each thrust…yes I was wet…very, very wet down there.
It was another ten minutes of shear pleasure and euphoria…ten minutes a hum, hump, hump, slap, slap, slap, and the car rocking on its suspension…then….
“Oh god I’m gona cum…I’m gona cum”
“Oh no…no…not yet….” I pleaded, but to no avail. One last deep thrust and a sound from deep inside him
“Arrrrrrgggg, awwwwww” and he was unloading, but this time unloading into the condom…than he collapsed, his weight pinning me down against the car seat.
“Ohhh god…that was just another superb fu.. “ he was going to say f—u—c—k but changed to sex
Withdrawing and pushing away from me, he sat up, pulled up his pants and undies, before buttoning them up. I just lay there not wanting to move, still enjoying the moment…a slap on my ass and him telling me we had to go…told me it was all finished for the night.
“Awww do we have to?” I mumbled.
He laughed and said “Yeah unfortunately we do”
It was with great reluctance I sat up…found and pulled my panties back into position and drew my skirt back down…then making sure my bra and blouse were where they should be and all buttoned up…if mom got the slightest hint….well?
As he drove me home, it was then that he told me, that he had drawn night duties for a week and that we may not be able to catch up for a few days….but not to worry, he’d call me every day and we would catch up next week.
Once outside our gate, we had the last minute kiss and fumble and I stood on the sidewalk and watched the lights of his car vanish into the night
Whow, I felt great…just wonderful, I danced up the garden path, flung my arms out and did a few pirouettes…before going inside.
Naturally mom had stayed up to make sure I got home safe and sound…I assured her I’d had a great day, that we had visited one of the best restaurants in town…had cost Rick a fortune, but mom being mom was till looking at me suspiciously…I did miss out the other bits…but some how I felt guilty, and that she could read my mind.
Work Monday I was still on cloud nine, I had missed Rick on Sunday, but hey it was just a few days.
“What you on sweaty” my best friend Jenny asked, when I’d arrived at work.
“Eh, what do you mean?” giving a quizzical glance.
“Well you are positively beaming…not seen you like that before, must be some sort of drug”
“NO” I said emphatically, I was dying to tell her, I just had to tell someone, it took a while but in the end I said
“Look you can’t tell anyone about this” moving closer to her and talking almost in a whisper.
“I did it on the week-end…you know?”
She knitted her brow. “No…no I don’t know…you did what?”
“You know IT, the IT”
It began to dawn, “You don’t mean…you do mean…you…you went all the way?”
“Yes…yes” I almost screamed, attracting the attention of surrounding superiors.
“Oh god…oh Diane you never did…oh—my—god”
I told her all about it, and where we went.
“You did use a condom, didn’t you?”
“Oh course we did silly” well I had on the second occasion; I saw no point in admitting to the first time. Naturally she wanted to know how it felt, and did it hurt.
“Well the first time a little but not the second time”
All that day I felt good, no one was going to spoil my day…Rick hadn’t called, but hey he was probably tied up with some big scheme…it was a war after all.
When he had not rang the second day, I did start to
wonder….then the third, the forth, moving to the fifth and sixth, no word,
nothing, nada. By seven and eight I knew something was wrong. Day nine, I had
to ring base, find out what was going on…I needed to know. I lifted the
received began to dial…lost my nerve and put the receiver back. I kept
repeating this all day…by three in the after
My heart was in my mouth, and thumping at a million beats a minute
“American navel base
“Oh...er…yes…er petty officer Stubbs, I was wondering if I could speak with Officer Rick Bachelli”
Who….could you repeat the name please”
I thought my kiwi accent had thrown him, and had not understood.
“Bachelli…Rick Bachelli…he’s an officer at the base”
“Hmm, well ma’am I know most if not all officers on the base and that name just doesn’t come to mind….wait let me check?”
I heard him chat with colleagues around him, I was starting to worry.
“No ma’am. Neither petty officer Grimes of Shinwell know of him….I’ll make one last check….the list”
It took a moment or two, but the answer was the same.
“No ma’am we can honestly say we have no officer Rick Bachelli stationed at this base. I could………”
I cut him off, returning the receiver to its cradle; I just sat there staring at it, my stomach churning, and blood cold as ice.
I just didn’t’ understand…it made no sense…he was here. With me and at the dance that night, him and all his buddies, we all saw them, how could he not be a navel officer on that base. I was glad when my day ended…my thoughts were miles away, trying to think what had gone wrong….had all this been in my imagination….perhaps I was loosing my mind….did all this really happen.
Instead of going home I hung around the navel base, outside the gates. Rick had to come out at sometime.
“Good evening Diane” it was the voice of Mrs Pickering…she was with her friend Eva Donahue.
“Oh good evening ladies…it’s a nice evening eh?” I replied
“Yes dear…a very nice evening” they said and then moving on.
I waited until it was almost dusk…nothing, Rick was no where to be seen.
I started to hang around more often…I just had to find him….he just could not vanish into thin air.
One evening a big American car, like the one Rick drove, pulled up along side. My heart started to pound I thought it was Rick…I rushed over to it, leaned against the drivers door.
, “Hey darling where’ve you been” I shouted. but no it wasn’t Rick….there were three navel personnel in it…none Rick, when the driver let he window down, it was a rather handsome face…but not Ricks face.
“Hi honey…whow your hot stuff, want to come spend a little time with us…we can pay you in American dollars…look”
The rear door opened and one of the other guys gestured for me to get in.
“Yeah just been paid to do see….”
They were showing me bundles of American dollars, trying to induce me to get in the car.
I quickly stepped back… “No…no, you have it all wrong…I’m…..”
I was too upset to finish the sentence.
“Ok so you are waiting for a special john eh…well lucky him….maybe we can do it some other time eh?” he shouted at me as I hurried away.
Oh god why didn’t the pavement just open up and swallow me….they thought I was a prostitute trolling for customers. It was the last time I ever went there.
If I thought my problems were over, where the mysterious Rick was and who he was, I was sadly mistaken….worse was to come…much worse
…………………….to be continued