Constrained by prim
and proper Englishness
she giggles
(nervously) as slowly he unzips her dress
and unclips her
conforming comfort bra.
In love with this,
his heady scent his luscious kiss,
she wonders how far
to let him go,
throwing caution to
the wind.
Anna :o]
De at dVerse has us writing a quadrille (44 words)
containing the world Giggle and above is my offering.
It is a true story
based on a holiday I shared with my mother and aunt when I was sixteen or
seventeen, I can’t quite remember which. We holidayed at St Goarshausen, a delightful town
located on the left shore of the Rhine .
It was here I had my
first holiday romance, in fact my first ever ‘boyfriend’ and learnt of that
that is love. And love him I did. Peter
was about 6’6” and very muscular, sporting a shock of blond hair. Jeez, the heady scent of his aftershave was
pure bliss, sending me to seventh heaven - I probably loved this heady aroma as
much as I loved him.
Did I throw caution
to the wind? In the end No – the bra
was re clipped and the dress rezipped.
He appeared to accept this and we continued our dates and how thrilled I
was when he asked for my address before mum aunt and me left for England
Of course he never wrote,
and I cried myself to sleep for weeks as dreams of marriage and a shock of
blond kinder dissipated with each day that past. So it was that I had made the right
decision on that wonderful night we walked along the banks of the Rhine . (I still
remember his face – I guess you do with your first love…)
Image: courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
24 comments:
Awwww. I love the telling of this, as well as your afterword. ;) Ah, young love.
This is just lovely... such a wonderful image of a first love, and that almost falling... the good for you is that he has never aged... I guess right now he might be overweight and bald.
Nice memory of your first love.
Memories that will always bring a smile... or a giggle!!
You've done so well to get all this in just a few words. Loved it.
Aw, you shattered my illusion! I was hoping you'd say you ran off with him for a wild summer of love and lust and bratwurst until you got bored.
This is just lovely!!! Ah but I too imagined the end as Jane :)
I think she should hurry up and decide how far to go before he decides how far to go! :)
An innocent yet cheeky story of a holiday romance. Love this, Anna!
So sweetly rendered and I also loved the story behind the poem!
I read the explanation at the end, I think many of us had holiday romances like that....I remember a girl who sat next to me on the beach one day and we wrote to each other after, but that stopped and we never heard of each other again....
Beautiful piece and we all love the story behind it. 😊
I wanted to ask...why made you decide not to at that time ~ Sorry, but gossipy here, smiles ~
But guess it turned out good for you then ~ Good one Anna ~
Love the poem, love the story....and the fact that he would still respect you in the morning! Kudos (P.S. I didn't know there was such a thing as a comfort bra...I thought they were all DIScomfort bras!)
Lovely memory and proper decision
That is a girl with a strong sense of values and self-preservation. Bravo!
Good to hear the young man understood that no meant no--for it was obvious you were interested & it could have been misunderstood as a tease.
That's lovely....... and wise!
How nice to have remembered it all, Anna! A passing fancy but of significance to the innocence of youth's memories!
Hank
Nice one Anna
Thanks for dropping in to read mine
much love...
That's indeed a nice piece :) Such is the irony that we remember what had to be forgotten :D But that at times is what wells eyes and brings a smile on lips, together :)
Somehow those holiday romances never do work out.
The beauty in innocence. :)
Beautiful.
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