The Towel

By Brian Williams.

  It was back in high school, on the way back from a swim meet.  A girl named Nancy was on the girl's Varsity team.  I had a desperate crush on her and she was sitting on the aisle across from me.  We were all returning from a meet and the traffic was unreal.  She was sitting there, radiant in her physical perfection and very agitated.  I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she wa about to explode with a long overdue pee.  I was instantly her hero and determined to be her savior, so I offered her my towel.  It was tightly rolled and very absorbent, and I told her that if she straddled it right and pulled her suit to the side, she could safely relieve herself without anyone being the wiser.  She eagerly did as I suggested and within a few minutes ,smiled and thanked me for my generosity.  She apologized for the "ruining" of my towel and I assured her that her secret was safe with me.  As I carried that golden treasure home with me, I could barely help but run all the way home to plunge myself into the treasure that she had given me!  After what seemed to be an interminable walk home, I went up to my room and held the soaking towel in my hands.  I was trembling as I held the towel to my nose and deeply inhaled the perfume of her perfect scent.  I went into the bathroom and held my trophy over my face and started to twist the towel in my hands to release the nectar of this goddess I was so in love with.  It poured down so easily on me that I was amazed it hadn't soaked my gym bag completely.  I tried to recreate the sequence of events that had taken place so innocently before, to imagine that it was my face she was so grateful to have at her disposal to save her dignity, rather than an expensive towel I had taken the foresight to purchase.  I reveled in the pungent sweetness of her most private gift to me and I drank thirstily from the contents of that towel like it held the secret of eternal youth.  Within seconds I experienced the most shattering release I could have imagined!  It has been over twelve years and I still compare every orgasm to the one I enjoyed that night.  My relationship with Nancy never advanced beyond my rescue of her on the bus that night, but I came to terms with a very important part of my sexuality that night.  I have been in a series of very gratifying relationships since then, and it always pleases me to learn that there are so many strong and intelligent women who have longed for the kind of release that I can offer them in the course of a relationship.  The intimacy I experienced that night so long ago has become the standard I have set for myself these many years later.
    

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