The First Time

I was nineteen years old near the end of the summer of 1977. To say that I was sexually inexperienced would be an understatement. I had made out with a girl one time. During the course of this frantic kissing spree I had moved my hand to her breast, cupping it through her clothes. After a prompt rebuff I did not make a second attempt. I felt rejected. After that day I shied away from her. I never kissed her again.

The only sex I had had was in my fantasies. I learned to masturbate at the age of eleven. I did it as much and as often as I could. It was a great relief valve for me. I loved magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. Any copy I could get my hands on was quickly secreted away to my bedroom where the pictures would inspire many a dream and many an orgasm.

Now, there were two things a teenage boy would never admit to. One was masturbation. We would all vehemently deny ever jacking off because it just wasn’t a manly thing to do. The reality was most of us were doing it four or five times a day. I loved to do it but I was the only one who knew it. The other thing none of us would ever admit to was that we were virgins. We had all gotten laid. But really, few of us had. But in the teenage years “coolness” mattered more than the truth.

But as I passed the age of nineteen I really felt that I had missed out. It was like I was one of the last ones to have sex. I felt very frustrated. With no prospects on the horizon, I wondered if I would ever do it. Masturbation was just not cutting it anymore. I wanted something real. And I wanted it soon.

There was a place in town called Finnlander Sauna & Massage. Now I wasn’t totally sure what went on there but I had heard rumors. Plus there had been an article in the paper once about a woman who had been arrested there for prostitution. I really didn’t know what would come of it, but I decided to check it out. I figured if the rumors were true, I could end my frustration. If the rumors weren’t true, well, I really wouldn’t lose anything.

My first attempt failed. At the front desk the woman asked me my age. I told her I was nineteen. She didn’t let me in because the legal age was twenty-one. I was a bit embarassed. I didn’t get in. But I did notice the skimpy revealing outfit she was wearing. I decided that I would try again another time.

Two months later I did. This time no one at the desk asked me anything. I handed over $12 for a ticket for a sauna and a half hour massage. I was shown to the locker room where I was given a towel and a wrap. I put the wrap on. There wasn’t much to it. After taking a shower and pretending to use the sauna, I went to the waiting room. There was one woman there watching TV. Her name was Sandy.
I very nervously asked her if she gave massage. She smiled and said yes. She led me to another room. On the way there I was checking her out. She was about 5’2″. I guessed she was about 30. Short brown hair. Not terribly attractive but not bad. She was dressed in tight black shorts and a black top. On the way to the room I knew something was going to happen. I just didn’t know what.

We went to a small dark room where there was a massage table. Sandy took my ticket and told me to lie face down on the table. Then she left. As I was laying there I became even more nervous. I was scared. No woman had ever touched me before. I didn’t know how I was going to react. At the same time I felt thrilled. I felt wicked just being there. I was anticipating having some type of sex. And I wanted it.

When Sandy came back in she massaged my back with some oil. After about a minute she asked if I might be more comfortable without the wrap on. When I agreed she unsnapped it and took it off me. I was now naked. And I was very nervous. It must have showed but she never said a word.

After about ten minutes she asked me to turn over. I did. She was massaging my chest. My heart was pounding. I didn’t know what to do. I reached out and put my right hand on the back of her thigh. There was no response. I was actually relieved that she didn’t brush it off. Feeling more daring, I reached higher and felt her ass. Again no response. But I figured that in this case no response was in and of itself a response. So I got even more daring. I placed my hand on her breast. Again, no response. Only now I was sure that something was going to happen. She had let me cross a line.

On her way down to my legs she brushed my cock with her hand. I was so nervous that I didn’t have an erection. I waited. She finished the massage. She smiled and asked me how it was. In a very shy voice I told her it was fine. She then asked me if I wanted to make it “complete”. I said “sure”. I was then told that it was “ten by hand, twenty by mouth.” Without hesitation I said “by mouth.”

Sandy then lowered her head down and gave me a blowjob. It took a bit of work to get me hard. I think I was shaking I was so scared. But she was patient. I remember laying there watching her. I was so amazed. Here was a woman that I had just met, who I knew nothing about, and she was giving me head. It was a thrill too because she was an “older woman.” I mean at nineteen, thirty seems ancient. I was getting sex from a woman of experience. My excitement was tremendous. I watched every second of her work. I was very hot. I made a lot of noise when I came. I was quite buzzed. I enjoyed it immensely. I paid the $20 and left with a big smile.

The irony of it all is that less than two months later I met a girlfriend who I had regular sex with. Technically she took my virginity. Yet I still look upon Sandy as my first experience. The fact that I paid for my first sex has been a secret. Like teenage masturbation, it is not a cool thing to admit. Yet for me it was a rite of passage. A bit of growing up. A few years later the massage parlor was shut down. Although few mourned its closing, I remember the fond memories I captured there.