I was on holiday in Spain, it was February, and I was with my mum and step dad, I was almost 15 and had my own hotel room. I made friends with a couple of English girls staying at the hotel, and we used to hang round the bar chatting to the waiters. One caught my eye, and we started talking and he asked me out after his shift. When we got back I was a little tipsy, and he came back to my room.. He was 19 and didn't speak much English, but lust took over and I had my first sex that night.. He couldn't of know I was a virgin, until he entered me perhaps.. I was very tight, it hurt and I bled.. But I was glad we did it.
He used a condom thank god. I hadn't even thought of it. And wasn't on the pill..
I went home and we continued to keep in touch, he wrote to me a lot, this was way back in the 80s before email and social media!
We met again when I went on another holiday to Spain in the September 6 months later, and he travelled miles to come and visit me. We met, and we had sex again, this time was much more passionate and he spent time turning me on.. It was amazing. Was only my second time. I thought I was in love! I was 16 by then.. He was my first love.
Fast forward to 2016 and over 30 years and two marriages and 3 kids later.. We found each other on Facebook! And we have been chatting for the past few years on there, keeping in touch and sharing life's good moments.. Have never met him since, but he has asked to fly over and meet me. He's married and has a family too now. So I won't be meeting with him.
Lovely that he still thinks of me, and still remembers our time together.
❤️