// September 6th, 1991 // No Comments » // Uncategorized
RYA’S STORY
by Lydia Symms
The Sauna was stifling. It was meant for steam baths for
people in white towels to lounge lazily in, but here I am in
jeans and a sweatshirt in a darkened sauna with someone five
years older than me with his hands up my shirt. I was scared.
Just precariously perched on the edge of control. Balancing
delicately. I yearned to satiate the feelings I was having but I
didn’t want to go too far. So silently I stood. Exploring in my
mind all the feelings and the motions of the experience.
Kisses. Deep experienced kisses from a mouth that I did not
know. A tongue that licked and probed in corners I did know. I
drank in all that I could. Learning and practicing. My blood
surged through my body hot. I returned his kisses feverantly.
Silently urging him onto to show me more.
His hands brushed lightly under my shirt. Searching my
body. The heat rushed to meet his fingertips. I could feel my
blood rush into my newly budding breast and my nipples grew erect
for the first thyme in this sexual way.
The hands swept gently lower tracing over the top rim of the
waistline of my jeans. Tickling me so I grew tense. He laughed
under his breath. Mocking my tension in his gentle way. Both
hands stopped on the button of my jeans. I heard my breath stop
ad my heart race. The feelings grew and so did my apprehension.
But my curiosity desire for knowledge pushed me on.
his hands moved and the button opened. My jeans lay slack
on my hips. His hands went around to my back. Both hands slid
down to caress the silky smooth skin of my tender buttocks. They
lingered there savoring the feel that only a twelve year old
could produce. The mouth stretched up and again to connect with
my mouth. I heard his heart now and in and instant the world was
still.
He stood up. Measuring about 15″ taller that I. my quiver
ing lips kissing his bare chest as he unbuttoned his sweat soaked
shirt. I traced a rivulet of moisture with my tongue savoring
it’s salty taste. He kissed my forehead and worked the button on
his pants.
jeans but in the darkness i couldn’t see what he looked like.
Then all noise stopped. There was only the sound of the crack
ling lava rocks which heated the sauna.
The silence was deafening and i grew paranoid. I did not
hear or see anything then I felt his hand on my hips. I jumped
just a little.
Raise your arms.” He whispered to me and I did.
Off when my sweatshirt. The light from the “Exit” sign
outside the sauna shimmered down upon me. Casting the slightest
illumination upon my tiny form. I stood in an undershirt and
unbuttoned jeans sweating and shaking with apprehension.
You look like a little doll” he said
My eyes looked down in embarrassment. I didn’t want to be a
doll. I wanted to feel like a woman. With that thought his hand reached out to mine and placed it upon his erect member.
I remember how solid is felt. So huge in my small hand. I
remember the pounding my vagina felt when I touched it. I remem
ber it’s heat.
His hand let mine go but I kept my hand in place letting it
roam to feel its definition in this darkness.
His hands were quicker now, less patient. They tugged at my
jeans and the fell over my hips effortlessly. he knelt down and
kissed my waist. Easing my cotton panties down simultaneously.
i felt vulnerable and naked. My curiosity faltered and
apprehension began to take over but not completely there were
still things I wanted to feel and know. His hands caressed me
wildly, not with the tenderness that I had felt before, but with
what I now know as lust. My last article of clothing, my under
shirt was being removed and there I stood, naked for the first
thyme in front of a man.
I felt small and very vulnerable as I watched him remove his
underpants and match me in my nakedness. I looked hard at his
body in the dim light.. I noticed the squareness of his form and
the taper of his waist. 17 seemed like such a man to me then and
by this first introduction Steve was defiantly a man.
he sat down on the sauna bench once again. His penis
aroused to fully erect. I didn’t know what to make of it in this
dim light. but I wanted to know more.
Come here” he bided me his arms outstretched to welcome me
into them. I took a hesitant step forward. He put a finger to my
lips as if to shush me but I wasn’t making a sound. Then the
finger made its decent. Ever so painstakingly slow on my body.
That finger ran over my lips which puckered to kiss him, down to
the nape of my neck. Tracing my collar bone to my shoulder.
Still farther it went. The finger tracing over my small, yet
erect nipples. Over the smooth curve of my navel to my mound
which was still so soft with the first traces of a child’s pubic
hair.
I think that this fascinated him. the fact that I had not
yet grown pubic hair. Because he sat there stroking the velvet
skin and the soft straight auburn hair for minutes. This his
finger worked its way into my labia. It found my vulva moist and
welcoming. He looked into my eyes and just briefly before plunging its tip into the tiny hole.
There was a slight burning sensation. Almost like when I
got my ears pierced. That was all. The vagina expanded to
accommodate the finger in its entreat. He probed the new flesh
diligently, exploring it’s virgin territories. Then he removed
the finger and placed it to my lips. I licked at its juices.
Tasting its sweetness and its musky odor. I was breathless and
dizzy with new feelings/
He pulled me closer and kissed me with passion licking my
lips for any trace of my beautiful juices. I felt another
presence between my legs. One mush harder this thyme. Much
stronger. I knew in an instant that it was the tip of his penis.
It was trying to work it’s seemingly enormous head inside of me.
Its presence felt good. The pressure it places on the silky inner
lips of my labia pleasured me. I savored the moment as I closed eyes and let my head loll back. Then with his hands on my hips he pushed me down. In an instant of blind fury I felt his penis force its way inside the new flesh. In my bodies mind I
heard the tissues ripping, the blood gorging and the nerves
crying out.
It couldn’t have gone in more that an inch or so but the
pain was unbearable. I think now that this was my bodies was of
telling me “Not yet Rya, there will be plenty of thyme for this
later, not just yet.” and with that thought I was up off of him.
I grabbed my clothes and ran, naked, into the ladies room across
the hall.
As I dressed I wiped myself off from the sweat. My hair was
unraveled and I was soaked. My mind went through so many things
in that moment, so many of the feelings I had freed this night
that Pandora’s Box that I finally had opened.
As I emerged from the restroom toweled off and better com
posed I went to the sauna to say…what? Goodbye? I’m sorry?
That I don’t know, it really doesn’t matter because when I opened
the door there was no one there. Steve had gone and left no sign
of us in his wake. As I walked back to the hotel room I subconsciously looked for him but he was gone. And I never saw him
again.
