Having had a rushed, less than satisfying first experience of punting, I found myself living out my fantasy early in my second round. In front of me was a real life porn model. I mean, she was on several pages of Men Only, her round breasts held in her hands, her thick pubic bush covering the delights hidden inside. All in glorious black and white – just like my Dad’s old porn collection.

My trousers and pants were quickly dispatched and I was soon rubbered up, hard and ready. There was no messing with this experienced lady. Moments later, I was deep inside her, while she sat on the chair, legs wrapped around my hips. God, she looked so bored.

“Come on, darlin’ – fuck me harder and give me your cum” she repeated in time to my regular thrusts. I caught myself in the moment about to climax and thought – no way, I am going to make this last. Then she did this thing with the muscles in her groin and pussy and my fate was sealed. Another quickie. Another sense of frustration and disappointment. Another moment and I was back on the street.

Perhaps this punting life was not for me after all? Perhaps it was always going to be a source of frustration, of missed opportunities, of great expectations and disappointing reality?

Shortly afterwards, I found myself in a pub with a close friend. We had chosen this pub as it had lunchtime strippers and I wanted to tell him about my recent experiences. I was and still am very needy when it comes to talking about me. I need to tell people what I am doing and why I am doing it as I find it impossible to think without talking. So, if I need to do some thinking about me and some reflection, I need another human being to listen – or at least pretend to listen. So David had this joy to look forward to on this particular Sunday lunchtime. I know now that it is rarely, if ever, wise to share your secret punting life with a friend as it is highly unlikely that they will share your view of the world. Back then, I was naïve enough to believe that David would want to listen and would understand. Thank heavens for fate, as she chose to intervene and stop me making a complete fool of myself. The method she chose was a little odd, mind you.

David had not seen strippers before, so was quite excited by the prospect. We were sat near the small raised stage area to ensure we got a great view. I had got the beers in and was preparing David with stories of my recent trips into London. Then she came on. Minutes later we were outside the pub and making a hasty getaway.

She, God bless her, had clearly been in quite a bad accident very recently. She had her leg in plaster and a bandage on her wrist. Then, when she took off her t-shirt, she had a nasty graze across her shoulder that still seemed to be oozing a little blood. So, feeling a mixture of shock and humiliation we did what many brave, young men would do. We ran away!

So I never got to tell David about my punting concerns, because a few days later I was in love. Well, I thought it was love. Sarah was 16 and was tall, blond and had massive tits and she was mad about sucking cock and loved the taste of semen. Within moments of snogging her for the first time, we were in my car and my cock was in her mouth. And there it pretty much stayed for several months!