Where it happened: Farm Field Hidden
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
The first time I saw/touched a vagina…
I must have been 8 years old, or younger. I am now in my late 50s. I remember the near same age girl next door and I were very curious about seeing each other. It was so long ago, I cannot say today who started the conversation. I do remember her being all for “I will show you mine if you will show me yours.” In fact, I believe she encouraged the conversation, if she didn’t start it.
Our neighborhood was surrounding by farm land. The next part I remember was being out in a field and being very nervous, with just my underwear and her with just her panties. We kept trying to get the other to pull them down first. Of course, we eventually did – probably together. My memories of us being completely naked seem much more relaxed than getting undressed. In fact, the rest seems like normal and healthy curiosity.
She was blonde. I remember the back of her head, shoulders and fanny as she looked carefully at my penis. She studied the little stubby thing. It was stiff. She couldn’t understand that it was not always like that – thinking it would be uncomfortable in my pants. She must have touched it. I don’t remember that sensation.
When she stood, there was nothing much to see. It was like the little fold of a toddler who escapes the bathroom without her panties. I was disappointed, until she sat on our cloths and opened her legs for me to see the rest. I remember clearly how it looked. I must have studied it carefully and must have touched it. I don’t remember that. I still did not understand much. Later, when I read in a health encyclopedia my family had about young virgins and older women, I still had trouble reconciling the memory of her vagina with the drawings. Maybe if I had seen the drawing first, I would have known that the lips could open to reveal the whole of the drawing.
I don’t think we ever talked about it again for a few years. When we were older, I mentioned our time naked. I guess I hoped I see her vagina and experience it more. She talked about the previous event as though I had pressured her into something that still upset her. For a long time, I blamed myself for doing something she didn’t like. Now, I think something changed in her. It was probably unrelated to me. In the 1950s, maybe her parents or someone made the idea of a guy seeing her vagina immoral in her mind. Her reaction was very troubling for a young guy.
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