A 40-year-old Digger driver, Sasha Walpole, has revealed that she took Prince Harry’s virginity at a very tender age.
Walpole in an exclusive interview with Daily Mail claimed that she is the mystery horse-lover who had ‘passionate’ five-minute sex session with the duke in pub field – after rendezvous was laid bare in his memoir ‘Spare’.
She said, “It was a passionate, tipsy – and very probably ill-advised – encounter between two friends who snuck out of a pub for a crafty Marlboro Light and ended up clambering over a fence to make love in a field, shielded from sight by a dense summer hedgerow.
“This is how Prince Harry lost his virginity in July 2001 – an escapade the world would have remained ignorant about had he not revealed some of the intimate details in his explosive memoir, Spare.
“The story became one of the most talked-about passages in the bestseller, triggering a global guessing game as to who the unnamed ‘older woman’ who treated him ‘not unlike a young stallion’ might be.
Walpole also revealed it was Harry who made the first move, leading to their ‘spontaneous and sparky’ sex in a field behind The Vine Tree pub in the Wiltshire village of Norton. And, in a touch of farce, that his bodyguard was out hunting for him in a borrowed Ford Fiesta at the time.
Sasha, now a mother of two who drives diggers for a living, had invited Harry, then a 16-year-old Eton schoolboy – not 17 as suggested in Spare – to the pub to celebrate her 19th birthday.
The pair were such close friends that Harry had brought her a stuffed Miss Piggy and a comedy birthday card with a joke about a flatulent whale on the front. He added to that with a tray of ten shots – five each – which saw the pair very drunk by closing time.
As last orders were called, the young prince asked her: ‘Should we go for a smoke?’ and they crept into an adjacent field to have a cigarette out of sight of his security detail.
“He started to kiss me,” she remembers.
“It was passionate, intense. We both knew. It went from a kiss to the floor pretty quickly.
“It was instant, fiery, wham bam, between two friends. It was sparky because we shouldn’t have been doing it.
“He wasn’t ‘Prince Harry’ to me, this was Harry, my friend, and the situation had got a little bit out of control. It felt naughty, I suppose, in the sense that it shouldn’t be happening.
“We didn’t set out to do it – it wasn’t premeditated and I didn’t know he was a virgin.
“There were no virgin vibes – he seemed to know what he was doing. It was quick, wild, and exciting. We were both drunk. It wouldn’t have happened if we weren’t.”