| Straight: True Stories: A Truly Memorable First Time (1/2) |
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After leaving school in Sri Lanka, at age 19, rather than going to College, I opted to make Accountancy my future career. My mum’s friend Aunty Shanti, a qualified accountant and regular visitor to our house, used to on and off pose accounts questions to me. From the quality of my answers, she felt I was not up to the mark; and was willing to help me on two afternoons of every week. Her regular revision sessions were helping me; and after the studies, we began to talk about things other than accounts. We discussed her part time job; with her joking about an office colleague’s interest in her; and that his only interest was only for one thing. Up to that time I had only looked at her as an older lady of late 30’s; but now I began to notice her eyes and expressions, lips, the tight blouse through which the size of her breasts; shape of her thighs; her legs below the knee length skirt. After the next study session again we began to chat; eventually getting to her life story of how she gave up a handsome, smart but a ladies man for a boring but sweet older man. She indicated that she was sexually more compatible with her first man. My cock was getting hard, listening to her story and possible dissatisfaction of her husband’s expertise in bed. She inquired if I had a girlfriend and if I had got up to anything as she had done at my age. I had to sheepishly admit that I was a virgin. It was then she noticed my cock hard, outlined on my pant; her eyes lit up. She commented that I was getting excited by our talk and that it was time to go before her son turned up back home from school. While walking out, I couldn’t help but look her up and down, which she noted. She came up close to me and said, “I think I have more hair down there than you.” The next time I went over; I was hard, thinking of what she had told, and fantasizing of what she looked like. We used to do the revision at her dining table but that afternoon it was full of her husband’s books and papers so we had to go to his office room / study, which had small table where she had to sit by my side. It was a hot day and the room was quite warm; she had dressed appropriately; in a short skirt and thin blouse. After the work was completed we began to chat. She had raised her skirt and bunched it half way up her thighs. I kept staring at her smooth thighs; and again the chat became very intimate. Due to the heat we were both sweaty. It was then I noticed her blouse was wet and her brown nipples were slightly seen through, her evidently being bra less. My eyes were ready to pop out, darting from her nipples to her thighs. After much talking, she took my hand, placed it on her thigh, and along with her hand on top of mine, moved it caressing her wonderful and meaty thigh. I could feel the little hairs on her thigh. Up and down her thigh; while being totally mesmerized by her. My hand went higher and higher, while pushing the skirt higher too. Eventually it got high enough for me to realize that she was without a panty; her pussy came |
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