About two to three years ago a friend from work introduced me to these two girls.   Their names were Megan and Rachael.  Turns out Megan was the younger sister of one of my former co-workers, one in which I had a slight crush on.  Needless to say, Megan also seemed like a nice girl to try and hook up with.  One evening after getting off work I was hanging out in the parking lot with Megan and Rachael.  Words were exchanged and I gave them my phone number and vise versa.

Later that evening I got a phone call.  Instead of Megan, it was her friend Rachael who called me.  We got to talking for a while and I found out that Megan was already seeing somebody.  But the more Rachael and I talked, the more interested we became in each other.  Since it was summer time, it was fairly easy for me to find a day to go and meet Rachael if I wasn't working.  Finally that day came.

I had to drive a good twenty minutes outside of my home town to pick her up.   Pretty common for a big city yet I live in a little college town.  To speed things up, I found her house in the middle of the country, met her parents, and asked for a decent time for her to be home.  We decided to drive back into town to go and find some entertainment to pass time.  However our selections were only so good and it was obvious that things between the two of us were going to get a bit more personal.  The night we talked on the phone, we discussed how I like to give massages.  With a bit of persuasion I finally talked into letting me give her some massages on the day we got together.

Now I've read a lot of true stories of how guys or girls went directly for the feet when it comes to giving massages . . . BULLSHIT!!!  Unless the girl already has a foot fetish, then it is really bold for any of us to pull of something like that.   Lets be honest, it is a lot easier to go for either the neck, shoulders, or back than it is the feet.  Besides, those kind of massages are a lot easier to pull off in public.  However, me and Rachael did find a secluded spot for us to be alone.

Sitting in the "cab" of a pick-up truck would be a bit uncomfortable to pull off anything sensual so we decided the truck bed would be a nice place to start.  It couldn't have gotten any worse than sitting on a bunch of bolts and HOT medal (didn't have a bed-liner).  But the end result was truly wonderful (at the time).

Starting with the casual neck and back massages was the easiest.  It is kind of a symbol of trust when a person is respectful and sensitive to a girl's upper body.  It tends to make access to the area below the ankles a lot less challenging.   Once I was finished massaging Rachael's top half, it was time to treat her feet.   Rachael did put up a bit of a fight.  She wasn't really comfortable with me trying to give her a foot massage but in the end she folded.  I kinda' find it fun when a girl is convinced that she hates her feet.  Especially when a girl just confines them to nothing but tennis shoes or boots.  Makes the revealing of the foot a whole lot sexier . . . or something like that.

Rachael was no exception.  I easily removed her shoes and rubbed her socked feet for damn near ten minutes.  Finally I couldn't contain myself.  I reached up into her pant legs, grabbed hold of the elastic bands of her socks, and slowly removed them from her feet.  Not surprising her soles and toes were barely tanned.  She definitely had her feet on lock down from the sun, or anything else for that matter.   However they were gorgeous.  If I didn't know any better, for a girl who hated her feet so much she sure as hell did take good care of them.  I immediately wasted no time in continuing to massage her soles and toes.

Our day pretty much came to an end a few hours after I released her feet from their leather prison cells.  Taking her home was a bit disappointing because I was just getting know her, let alone having her trust me with parts of her body.  Yet, we did agree to continue our session the next time we got together again.

Fast forward two weeks later . . .

After a number of times reuniting with Rachael and having fun and me giving her massages, we met up with a few of my friends at Wal-Mart.  Not too much really happened.  Just our usual picking at each other and them teasing me for having a girlfriend at the time.  But the evening was getting late and Rachael was needing to be getting home.  It was a ride that I will never forget in my life (however I truly wish I could).

Over the two weeks she and I had been together, things between us began to be more daring as well as fun.  Not only was I massaging areas like her neck, back and feet.   But now I was able to touch more intimate places like the skin just below her neck but directly about her breasts.  I was also able to get my hands on her stomach which is very sensitive to a women.  But best of all, she was now trusting me with massaging her thighs a lot, especially her inner thighs.  Point being, she and I were driving in my truck heading back to her place when things started to get interesting.

While driving down the road, Rachael was all cuddled but next to me.  I had my left hand holding the steering wheel while my right arm was draped over her right shoulder.  This in turn allowed me access to rub her stomach with my fingers.   I did my best to let my finger-tips glide across her belly like feathers.   This is a sensation that I've learned many girls get a bit horny from.  And of course, Rachael was no exception to this too.  At times my fingers would gently go under her pant line, allowing me to stroke the area just about her pubic hair.   I didn't know it at the time but I was really turning Rachael on.

Since Rachael wasn't rejecting my actions, I decided to rub the insides of her thighs for a while.  It was here that I noticed Rachael was enjoying herself a little bit.  I would see how every stroke of my finger to her inner thighs would make her eyes tighten and cause her to gently bite her lower lip.  Even her breathing was beginning to sound sexy.  I was so desperately wanting to go a step further and put my hand in her pants . . . but then again I might have pushed it too much if I did so.

Then the extremely unthinkable happened.  Rachael reached down and grabbed my right hand.  Lifted up and stuffed it in the crotch of her blue jeans.   Now . . . there are moments in life where you've never done something before, and when it happens, you end up saying something you find just fucking stupid later on in life. . . this was one of them.  With my hands stuck between my her legs, I asked:  "What-did-you-do-that-for ? ? ? . . . "  Now isn't that just fucking stupid???

However her answer helped ease my nerves because it sounded beautiful with her being so horny:  "It feels good (heavy breathing) really good!!!"  So I was like . . . alright, go with it.  For reference sake, if Rachael was naked, I believe my hand was resting directly above the labia, while my fingers covered the rest of her horny region.  This was a good place to have my hand because it was easy for me to massage her crotch, furthermore the technique I was using was very similar to massaging a girl's shoulders from the back.

I think what really got her turned on was how at times I'd stop doing that and just trace the stitching of her pants with my fingers.  I think what she enjoyed best was when I'd trace the stitching that went directly over the vagina and clit area.  If I applied the slightest pressure at this area, she would gasp very loud like something really big just penetrated her sex.  This went on for quite some time, up until we were about ten miles away from her house.  Finally I pulled over and wanted to try something a bit more bold.

I pulled over and had Rachael undo her pants but not take them off entirely.  Heaven forbid we pull up to her house while she's in the middle of putting her pants back on.  She lowered her jeans just enough to expose a silky blue thong.  We got back into the position we were in, only this time instead of massaging a blue jean covered crotch, I was rubbing her pussy into ecstasy through her thong underwear.  Sure enough, they felt warm and damp knowing good and damn well she was wet.  But I didn't want to push my luck too far for the evening.  With that, we drove the rest of the way home with my fingers lightly playing with her clit through her silky blue thong.  Yet the moment couldn't last as we finally arrived at her parents house.   Before I dropped her off, the next time we got around one another, we'd pick up where we left off that evening.

The last time I saw Rachael was on a Tuesday.  We got together and did a bit of the usual things, go here and there just to do something fun, saw a movie and hung out with Megan and her boyfriend for a while.  Finally we decided to go and find a place to be alone so we could continue our sexual adventure.   Originally, I had planned to take her out to a Grass farm where nobody in the whole town except for me and whoever worked there knew the location.  I had planned for Rachael and I to sit in the truck bed so there'd be more room to full around in.  Yet we came across a few complications.   The people who worked on the Grass Farm decided to show up to work that day, also Mother Nature thought it would be a good idea for it to rain that day.  So Rachael and I ended up driving all the way across town to a little park that hardly anybody goes to, especially on a rainy day.

Because of the rain, she and I stayed in the "cab" of my truck.  It probably was a better idea to stay in the truck because the seats are cushioned, where as the truck bed was nothing but bolts and metal.  Things started off casual.  I massaged the many parts of her body I was aloud to.  Rubbing her neck and back and best of all her feet, yet I didn't manage to get her socks off for some reason???  Anyway, with all that out of the way, we finally decided to restart the fun we were having a few nights prior.

Still sitting in the truck with her feet in my lap, I started feeling up her legs.  Gently gliding and stroking my way toward her blue jean shorts.   Finally reaching my destination, I undid the button and slowly unzipped her fly.  This caused a slight vibration that tingled her pussy, I know because she giggled and moaned at the same time . . . something people don't see that often.   After removing her shorts and her still in the same position, I kissed the insides of her legs all the way back up to her thong underwear.  I stuck my tongue out and applied a little pressure to the right spot of her thong and she jolted.  But I wasn't ready to go down on a girl just yet, so I told her to get back in the position we were in the other night and I would finger her.

She shifted her body, leaning it up against mine with my right arm hanging over her right shoulder.  Yet this time my left hand wasn't gripping the steering wheel and was free to explore her body.  My hands found mutual sensitive spots on Rachael.   My right on her inner thigh, and my left cupping one of her breasts underneath her shirt.  My hands massaged both regions the exact same way.  Rachael's breathing became deeper with little moans here and there.  Finally my right hand buried itself underneath her thong with my fingers snaking along into her pussy.  It felt strange at first, having my middle and index finger swallowed by her sensitive lips while rubbing her clit ever so softly.  Meanwhile the fingers on my left hand twisted and curled Rachael's tits like dial knobs on an old radio.  Her hips shifted with my hand movements, hoping to get more pleasure as I stroked her body into bliss.

Rachael decided she wanted to do a bit of massaging as well.  Her hands found their way to my crotch where she started massaging me between my legs.  It was difficult for me to concentrate with her trying to give me pleasure at the same time.  With me fingering her clit and her massaging my crotch, it almost seemed like a competition to see who could make the other cum first.  But before long I told her to stop because I wanted her to do nothing but enjoy herself.  This in turn surprised me because she wasn't enjoying me directly stroking her clitoris.  Rachael removed my fingers from between her legs and placed them on the silky fabric of her thong, directly above her swollen love button.

I guess she did that because the fabric of her underwear was softer than my "working man" fingers.  So I did as she wanted and tickled her clit through her thong.  By now she was really enjoying herself.  I scanned her whole body just to see how each individual part reacted to the pleasure I was giving her.  Her eyes would shut tight and then ease up.  She'd lick her lips here and there before continuing her breathing.  Her fingers would try and lightly grip parts of the seat.  And of course her sock covered toes would curl and uncurl.  If only I had gotten those socks off . . .

The moment we were waiting for was close.  Her breathing rapidly increasing showed signs that she was nearing orgasm.  Rachael finally reached down and grabbed my hand, trying to thrust my fingers deeper inside of her body.  We damn near almost ripped a hole through her thong with her fucking herself with my fingers.  The orgasm then hit hard, slamming waves of pleasure into her clit and pussy.  While making "OH" faces Rachael grabbed me by the back of my head and started swallowing my tongue.  Her hips bucked up and down, bouncing on the seat cushion while she road out her orgasm.

Finally she calmed down.  The sensations came to an end and Rachael felt the need to return the favor.  She then told me to lay on my back while she straddled my body.   I obeyed and Rachael took off my shirt and began to kiss all over my chest.   God was that a wonderful feeling, but I couldn't help but notice how she was trying to "dry" hump me while she worked her mouth on my torso.   I reached out and took hold of Rachael's "love handles", moving my hips a bit to get the sensation back into her pussy.

We continued to dry hump one another for about a good twenty minutes.  I was amazed to see she instantly regained enough energy to grind herself onto my blue jean covered crotch.  Sure enough, she was getting off more and more as we worked each other's lower halves.  Thank goodness the truck wasn't moving too much otherwise we probably could have been busted for sexual acts in public.  In the end Rachael crushed her clitoris onto my body, bring her another shockwave of pleasure.  This one was enough to bring her body down on top of mine.  She laid on top of me, quivering with her hands between her legs trying to calm herself down again.

The day was finally over and I had to get her home.  That was the last time I ever saw her.  Now I've mentioned before of how I wish this had never happened, even though many readers would probably think this was a great experience.  This is true, this was the first girl I had a sexual encounter with, but the relationship itself wasn't any good.  I was three years older than her, enough to be convicted of Statutory Rape.  Furthermore, we didn't have much to talk about toward the end and I was growing tired of having to fill up my gas tank just to go pick her up as well as take her home.  I know that sounds a bit selfish, but my heart wasn't with her, and that is reason enough for me to end the relationship with her.

Over the next couple of weeks, I found out that Rachael decided to send some of her friends to find me at my work place.  I guess she got the idea in her head that she could scare me since I broke up with her.  Funny how her lackeys showed up on the days I had off.  I was actually looking forward to beating the shit out of somebody at the time and two idiots who wanted to rough me up would do just fine.

Present day (July 3rd, 2004), it's kinda' odd how you can remember things like that just by seeing a familiar face.  Even if it belonged to somebody you could care less to see.  They say you never forget your first sexual encounter, well that was no joke and I desperately have been wanting to forget all about it.  But for now it will have to remain a memory for everybody to read on this site.  I guess the whole incident did have a good purpose, to entertain those who also have a similar fetish as I do.