In my last post I mentioned Jenny, a blonde, good-looking girl with a gentle temperament I knew at Bristol University. We met at a dance class, fitted together quite well and started going to dances and just for walks together. Once or twice we walked up to the Cabot tower on Brandon Hill - I remember the pouring rain and the reflections of the lights of the city in Jenny's rain-spotted glasses (John Cabot was actually an Italian but made a voyage of discovery starting from Bristol.) This was our view of the University from there:
More often we walked over the Clifton suspension bridge, where we stopped in the middle somewhere to kiss. I had to be careful that Jenny's glasses would not fall off and into the river Avon far, far below.
One evening - our relationship was about six months old then - as we were setting out to go over the suspension bridge, Jenny announced that she was wearing her slacks "in the skin", by which I understood her to mean she was not wearing panties. Would that be right? You will find it hard to believe how innocent and ignorant of the ways of girls I was in those days, even though I had spent 18 months in the army: I read into that remark of hers no significance whatever. I'm really embarrassed to think about it even now.
We had crossed the bridge and were walking along a road then - and probably still, if I can judge by Google Earth - bordered by woods at least on one side, when suddenly, without provocation, Jenny slapped my face. I had no idea what prompted her to do this. She then invited me to retaliate, but I declined politely.
Soon after this incident, Jenny let me know she wasn't interested in me any more. If only I had known then what I know now! And there were plenty of bushes from which a handy switch could have been cut or broken off, too. I was such a wimp in those days - alas! Perhaps I still am??? I am quite sure
Malcolm,
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting this story. Wow, she was wild for slapping you like that! I think she definitely needed a spanking or a switching since you were near some bushes, lol!
I loved the pictures, too. I clicked on the link and I wished I could be there. I love to travel.
Kitty
P.S. I know I've said it before, but I enjoy reading your stories:).
Kitty, I think she must have had some kind of sex play in mind, and wasn't just a wild girl, what with the no panties and then asking me to retaliate. I just knew nothing about that kind of thing then, and lacked self-confidence anyway.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right, Malcolm! Kinda reminds me of that old song by Super Freak..."she's a very kinky girl, the kind you don't bring home to mother";).
ReplyDeleteKitty