WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY (1)

 

Who’s in love?

What’s love got to do with it?

When I fall in love

Where is the love?

Why do fools fall in love?

IT HAPPENED AT THE LIDO – A GIRL NAMED MARIA

 

When I was growing up in the sixties we lived in North London and one of the things I really loved to do was to go swimming.

We were quite well fixed for pools in the area, and I would swim until the chlorinated water left my eyes red and sore.

But of all the pools I swam in, the one I loved to swim in most of all was the Durnsford Road Lido especially during the summer months.

It was only sixpence to get in and for that poultry sum you could stay all day long which of course I did, and I would spend as many days of the holidays there as I could.

Playing with friends and watching Mad Jack stunt diving off the high platform.

When I first started to go there it was just a joy to spend all the time in the sparkling water.

As I got older, I would come to appreciate the many delicacies on which to feast the eyes upon, delicacy’s invisible to the eye of the eleven-year-old boy who first visited the pool.

 

Whenever I arrived there was always someone there that I knew so even if I went on my own, I could quite easily hook up with someone.

Some of them I knew from school others from where I lived, and some were friends of friends.

I always used to take an old penny in the pool, and we would take turns diving down for it or a group of us would play tag.

It was the same friends and the same games every year.

 

On one particular day when I was thirteen, I went with a friend called Keith and his cousin Simon and after spending about an hour diving for a coin we sat on the side of the pool and watched the leathery skinned Mad Jack perform one of his eccentric dives from the high board

Almost before the ripples had subsided Maria Saunders and her friend Lucy ran up behind us and pushed me and Keith in the pool and a chase ensued resulting in Maria and Lucy being thrown in the 8-foot end and then being thoroughly dunked.

This was the normal exchange between the four of us and it had been the way of it since we were first years.

This time however when the four of us played tag it was different.

I eventually caught Maria after a long chase and during the ensuing grapple something happened that had never happened before during our horseplay.

I got a hard on, we had played that game hundreds of times without as much as a tickle in my trunks. 

My first reaction to this unwelcome intrusion was to let go of Maria and swim away.

But the erection merely faded temporarily and as the game of tag continued it returned with a vengeance whenever I got in close proximity of Maria and that afternoon, we seemed destined to be in close proximity most of the time.

After the third attempt at swimming away failed to diminish my woody, I abandoned the  

Tactic.

After all, holding onto Marias voluptuous form whilst sporting a boner was not an unpleasant experience and if she didn’t mind then I didn’t.

I realise looking back that Maria was well aware of my discomfiture and made sure that she rubbed up against me.

Our clinches lasted much longer than normal, and Maria must have been aware of my erection prodding at her nether regions, but she was clearly not repulsed by it, in fact it was her more than I who seemed the most reluctant to desist from our embrace.

And so like an eager confused puppy humping a stranger’s leg I had my first ejaculation in the presence of another human being rubbing up against Maria Saunders.

Happily, although it was the first, I’m pleased to say that it was not to be the last time with Maria, in the pool or out of it.

Wearing a rather smug expression Maria stayed close to me the rest of the day and afterwards I walked her home.