Time Once More for Marilyn: Captivated & Rekindled Romance Read Free

even three times during the night as my memory recalled the wonders of Marilyn’s breasts. Even so, I would wake with yet another throbbing erection which would still assail me even after emptying my bladder. I took to using the sink in the room for that purpose, fearful of the embarrassment I would suffer should I be seen walking down the corridor with an obvious bulge at the front of my dressing gown.
                 
                  It really started as two young people taking advantage one of the other to explore the wonderful world that a man and a woman could create together. Yet whilst this was happening another emotion crept into the situation. I got to like her and she got to like me. Thus it was that our kisses were now given and received with an emotion neither of us really understood. Even so the fact that emotion was present made the kisses sweeter. In the words of the hit song by Jimmy Rodgers that year ’Kisses sweeter than Wine’. I drank of the wine, it was sweet and I loved the heady effect.
                 
                  Our time together was quickly coming to an end. The day before my departure Marilyn was very upset, as was I. From time to time her eyes would become very moist and small tears would gather in the corners and I too got emotional, but young men don’t cry. We were in the little dining room and our cuddling and kissing had become very passionate. I was allowed to move my hand beyond her stocking tops to caress the soft, warm flesh just below heaven. The devil in me urged me to go further, the good angel cautioned. I listened to the good angel not without many misgivings though. The angel reminded me that what I was doing was becoming close to dangerous. This was further than I had ever gone with a girl. As a parting gift, Marilyn gave me a little locket with a photo of herself. It was a cheap plastic locket, but the thought behind it filled me with warm feelings.
                 
                  Under instructions from my parents, I had packed for the journey home that last evening. I slept with dreams of Marilyn and the inevitable erection. I was awakened in the morning by a knock on the door, anticipating that it could be Marilyn I opened the door wearing just my pyjama trousers. It wasn’t Marilyn, it was Lisa. I had seen a lot of Lisa around the hotel; she was very friendly and encouraging of my relationship with Marilyn.
                  “I have some tea for you.” She told me. “May I come in?” My parents had ordered early morning tea for themselves, but not for me, so Lisa was breaking the rules a little.
                  “Yes of course.” I replied somewhat shyly as I was wearing so little. Lisa entered with a tray in one hand and closed the door behind her. She eyed my bulging trousers.
                  “I think that Marilyn has been a little unfair on you, getting you all worked up and leaving you like this.” She indicated my erection. “Lay down and I will help you with that.” I did so, wondering what delights I was going to experience. Lisa pulled on the draw cord of my pyjamas and grasped my erection. “Ooh. This is a lovely one. I think I was wrong to let Marilyn have you all to herself.” With that, she started to manipulate me, bringing me to a state of imminent eruption. I am ashamed to say that I came quickly, but then I would defy any young man to be any different given the circumstances, after all this was the first time that a girl had handled me so intimately and this was a girl who knew exactly what she was doing. Lisa was quite experienced I discovered and she was equal to the task. At the optimum moment she popped my erection in her mouth and swallowed my spending. I lay there in a delicious stupor; I had heard of this, but never in a week of Sundays could I imagine any girl doing that for me; and she didn't spit it out! She ran the hot tap and