I recall my first time with a condom. I was 17. I went in to buy a
packet of condoms at Katz Drugstore. In those days it took a lot of
guts to go in a store and ask for that kind of item because everyone
in town knew me and there was no doubt the young lady (I think her
name was Betty) knew what they were for.
She was working as an assistant behind the counter and she could see
that I was really embarrassed by the whole procedure. She handed me
the package and asked if I knew how to wear one. I honestly answered,
No, not really.
So she unwrapped the package, took one out and slipped it over her
thumb. She cautioned me to make sure it was on tight and secure.
Apparently I still looked confused. So, she looked all around the
store to see if it were empty. It was. Just a minute, she said, and
walked to the door and locked it. Taking my hand, she led me into the
back room, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra
and laid it aside. Do these excite you? She asked.
Well, I was so dumb-struck that all I could do was stand there with my
mouth open and nod my head. She then said it was time to slip the
condom on. As I was slipping it on, she dropped her skirt, removed
her panties and lay down on a desk. Well, come on, she said, We don't
have much time.
So I climbed onto her. It was so wonderful that, unfortunately, I
could no longer hold back and BOOM, I was done within a few moments.
She looked at me with a bit of a frown. Did you put that condom on?
She asked. I said, sure did and held up my thumb to show her.
That's when she beat the bleep out of me....Women have always been hard
for me to figure out.