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  “Yeah but I bet that they weren't getting paid for it, surely?” I asked, as I looked across and up at him as we walked into the bracing wind.

  “Well no, probably not...” he laughed back.

  “There you go then, it's hardly something to look back and be proud of is it, after-all I was a 'straight A' student up until that point!”

  “What other experiences have you had then?” he asked.

  I paused, not really knowing what I should or shouldn't share with my new friend, but then I thought 'what the hell' as I began to describe how I'd ended up agreeing to meet a guy who came into my workplace, at the bank. I told him how I'd just met my fiancée, but that we weren't actually dating seriously at that point, and with him being 10 years older, I hadn't even begun to realise that we were going to end up getting so serious, and eventually getting engaged.

  “So how old was this guy then, the guy that came into the bank, the one that had asked you to meet up with him - outside work?”

  I paused, not really wanting to admit his age.

  “Come on how old was he?” he pressed.

  “About forty, I guess...” I replied shamefully.

  “And how old were you at the time?”

  “Just twenty...”

  “Christ, so what happened then, when you met him?”

  “Well I didn't agree to meet him at first, because as I said, I wasn't sure if John (my future fiancée) was interested in me in the long term or not, as we'd only been out a handful of time.”

  “But you met him eventually though?”

  “Yes, a few weeks later...”

  “And what happened?”

  I paused, really wishing that I hadn't started this story, but knowing that I had to finish it now, before looking straight ahead, into the wind and describing how I'd agreed to get a taxi over to his place, and give him a blow job, after one of my many girl's nights out.

  “But I thought he'd want to have sex with you?”

  “He did, yes...”

  “And did he pay you too?”

  “Yes, he offered me quite a lot of money, it was £300, and I can remember that I ended up sucking him whilst still wearing my little black clubbing dress.” I replied shamefully.

  “Surely he pressed for sex though, for that much money?”

  “Of course,” I began, before adding “but I had his sworn agreement that he couldn't have penetrative sex with me, before I agreed to travel over to his place.”

  “You were taking a big risk though..”

  “I know, but I'd had far too much to drink, it was a crazy thing to do, but you know what,” I began, as I smiled across at him “I used the cash to buy John a Play-Station 3, the following morning, and ended up giving it to him as a present!”

  “So I guess that you started dating John properly after that lovely gift?” he laughed.

  “Pretty much, yes!” I smirked, as I playfully bashed Jamie on the arm.

  The thing that I liked most of all about Jamie, was the fact that he didn't seem to be judging me, as I admitted these past indiscretions; and especially as I told him things that not even my closet friends knew about me, he just listened and asked more questions and I quite liked that. Maybe it was the fact that I knew that he was younger than me, and that I didn't actually view him as boyfriend material, that I was willing to share so much about my life – even after last night's hallway episode, which thankfully hadn't been brought up in the whole time that we had been walking and talking.

  ***

  Once back from our extremely long walk along the beach we headed to MacDonald’s and both scoffed a much needed large value meal as the the chat and banter continued, but I managed to turn the subject away from me and onto him. I enjoyed hearing about his life and his friends, whilst being acutely aware that he was actually helping me to forget my own problems, as he was like a strange tonic that was helping me forget my recent loss.

  After the meal we went to the arcade that I used to work in 4 years previously, and lost ourselves, was we indulged in playing on the 2p machines. Jamie kindly changed a £10 note, so we could spend a good hour in there in a vain attempt at winning some of their naff prizes. Leaving us laughing, hugging and celebrating loudly like a couple of teenagers when the prizes eventually dropped out! By the time we left we'd won 6 fluffy key rings and a Manchester United pen. Wow!

  Afterwards, we headed off to the seafront and sat in a nearby bar, with a couple of drinks. I continued to feel relaxed in his company and I was pleased to feel that there was still no sexual undertone to our day, and also, most importantly I had really started to forget about John, my ex-fiancée as we chatted freely about how Jamie loved his pimped up car. He also shared how he got kicked out of college several months ago, and also about his job worries, now that he's only left with a part time evening job. Above all though, I noted that he had ambitious dreams to make it big, despite being only 20 – and I quite liked that. We left that bar after nearly 2 hours and then decided to pop into Yates's Wine Bar on the way back into town, where against my better judgement, Jamie managed to encourage me to have a couple more drinks with him, before we naturally both headed back to my place.

  ***

  Once inside, I put the heating on and asked him if he wanted to stay for a bit and watch a DVD with me, it was getting on for 8 o'clock, but he certainly seemed to be still keen to spend time with me so I was pleased, as the last thing that I wanted was to be left all alone on a Sunday night once again. I put a disc from my 'Lost' boxed-set on and it just seemed perfectly harmless that I lay on him as we watched episode one, as were both equally gripped by the drama depicting all of those beautiful people stranded on a deserted island!

  Episode two must've already started before his hands started to wander, they had been placed on my tummy over my pink lounge suit for ages, but at the beginning of episode three, and with the evening drawing to a close, his hands had gradually started to creep further into my pink top. Without uttering a word, he gently smoothed my taught belly, before gradually working his and up, further inside my body-warmed top. Finally, his hand make contact with my right breast, caressing it through the thankful protection of my La Senza bra. Without a murmur of compliant from me, he explored the curved and swollen shape of me through my bra, throughout the first half of the episode. Then, as the episode began to move towards it's cliffhanging ending, he dared to move his hand downwards, easing it under the elasticated waist band of my velour bottoms, in-order to gently caress the top of my pubic bone. I could have said 'Stop', and I probably should have done, but instead, I was like a cat that had become addicted to the gentle touch of a stranger, as I just couldn't get enough. Without saying a word, I parted my legs just slightly, to show him that I wasn't entirely against the idea of him touching me, as long as it was through my plain and comfortable knickers. I was also quite aware, that it wouldn't be right to stop him, after keeping me company all afternoon, and showing such a wonderful time, whilst enjoying the simpler things in life.

  More paramount than anything though, he'd enabled me to forget, even if it was just for this one day, and I would be eternally thankful for that small mercy. We still hadn't even discussed what had happened on the previous evening in my hallway, but I guessed that we didn't have to; this was just like a natural progression – just two single friends, just having some fun.

  He continued to caress me, although to be honest, it was getting more like a good solid rub as the minutes passed, as he added a little pressure to the flat spot of skin above the protective hood of my clitoris. He cleverly hadn't moved his affections from that area, as it was almost like it was the most intimate spot that he could touch me, without actually daring to feel the undeniable crease of my vagina. I was still able to enjoy the episode, until the credits began to roll, and with neither of us saying a word, he became a little bit braver. I could feel my breathing deepen, as he gently eased his fingers into the protective elastic of my knickers, and then swiftly worked his way lower, p
ast my neatly trimmed, dark blonde public hair, until he had finally made contact with the distinct and smooth contours of the top edge of my labia.

  "Oh, shaven smooth...nice", he teased, as he finally broke the sexual tension by speaking.

  “I'm not totally shaven,” I replied, as I added I'm trimmed, I'm just shaven around my actual, you know - entrance.” I giggled in retaliation.

  “But your skin feels so soft...”

  Turning towards his face for the first time, I then asked “Surely all girls are at least trimmed downstairs nowadays, aren't they?”

  Although I had asked, I really didn't want an answer to that question; as I really didn't care for knowing about his past loves despite him only being 20 years old and probably not having been with that many girls in a sexual way.

  I eventually broke away after enjoying a good ten minutes of finger-fondling from his overly-eager hand, and finally paused episode 3 of ‘Lost’, as I desperately needed the loo. Whilst I was in there, I took the opportunity to slip my bra off and put it into the laundry basket. I then walked back to join him in the lounge and swiftly got myself back into position, next to him on the sofa. I pressed play on the DVD player, just as he unzipped my pink lounge suit top and subsequently reached in to make first contact with my intensely warm and now totally naked B-Cup breasts. It was as if he somehow knew that I'd spent the last two minutes removing my protective bra in the toilet.

  Needless to say, especially after his fingers had already been resting against the top of the outer-folds of my pussy, just minutes earlier, my nipples were already incredibly erect, even before he began teasing them with his neatly manicured nails. I knew it, even before he had unzipped me - Maybe I had had a little too much to drink throughout the day after all…

  “Your tits feel much bigger than they looked when we first met at the club...”

  “So you were looking at my tits that night then, were you?” I laughed back, mocking him sarcastically as he continued to trace their pertness with his exploring hand.

  “I'm just saying, they're a good size and perfectly shaped...”

  “Thanks, but I wish that they were a little bigger.”

  “Well if you keep letting me treat you to a McDonald’s, they'll soon be huge!” he laughed.

  “Ha Bloody Ha!”

  Interrupting our flow, and looking at his watch for effect, he suddenly noticed that it was now nearly 11pm, so I interjected and said “It's getting late isn't it, I guess you'd better get going.”

  “Do you want me to go home?” he dared to ask.

  I paused before replying honestly with “Well your welcome to stay, if you want to, but it's late and I've got to be up early for work in the morning, so I'll be going straight to sleep – if you do stay.”

  “Okay, you've talked me into it, I'll stay over.”

  “You cheeky sod!” I replied, as I laughed and playfully slapped him across his chest, before leading him towards my bedroom. I took care to place my key in the front door, so that no one (as in my John, my Ex-fiancée) would get into the flat from the outside.

  Once in my bedroom, I switched on the bedside light, whilst Jamie visited the toilet, I used this chance to remove my unzipped top, and to peel my baggy lounge-suit bottoms off , but took care to leave my knickers on - and jumped straight under the duvet. As I swiftly performed this manoeuvre, although I was still alone at this point - I felt like an embarrassed teenager once more, this was just crazy! I was still not wearing any make-up, my hair was still tied back in a now quite messy ponytail, and I wasn't even wearing a tiny bit of perfume and yet he still seemed totally entranced by me, 'my sexy boy-toy', I chuckled to myself, under the sheets!

  ***

  Soon afterwards, he joined me back in the bedroom, and quickly got undressed and hopped under the duvet too, so that we were laying side by side. I leant over towards him, ensuring that my breasts were still covered by the duvet and planted a goodnight kiss on his lips, as I said “Thank you for today, I had a really great time...”

  He kissed me straight back, and lingered for a moment in-front of my lips.

  I kissed him again, as I said “Night night...”

  He kissed me straight back, yet again - this time staying in contact and parting his jaw, which led me to finally open my lips to meet with his over-expectant tongue. His tongue darted into my mouth playfully, and I reciprocated, connecting firmly with his, as I pressed his invader back and darted my own tongue into his mouth.

  Eventually I managed to pull back, seeing sense and saying “Now that really was a night night kiss, so goodnight...”

  He leant his bodyweight forwards, with me rolled onto my back as he hovered over me and kissed me once more before I noticed how slim and undefined his chest was, but this time he reached across and gently traced out the outline of both of my bare breasts in-turn. I again kissed him, as I revelled in the feeling of have my chest caressed in such a gentle and loving way, after-all it had been a long time since John had actually taken the time to pay homage to my breasts. Jamie bent his head down, kissing my neck gently, and before I could utter a word, he was licking my right nipple, which was stood proudly to attention for him.

  “How firm are these..?” he commented up from my chest, quite rhetorically.

  “Well they certainly seem to like you!” I laughed, as I self-consciously batted away his attempt at a compliment.

  I could have laid there and simply enjoyed him licking and teasing my nipples in turn all night long, and I'm sure that he would have done that for me, if I had asked him to, but feeling spurred on by the sensations that he was giving them, I then dared to reach down, under the duvet and touch his fully erect and hairless cock. It had been pressed against my right thigh for some time, desperate for some attention, and after-all I had already touched him there, the previous evening. Strangely though, it felt bigger than it did on the previous night, now that I could properly get my hands fully wrapped around its naked form, with us laying side by side. It simply wasn't enough for me though, as I wanted a better idea of its size, so I pulled back the duvet, releasing my erect nipple from the pleasure of his warm lips and swiftly worked my way down the bed, until I was crouched over him.

  Within an instant, he was lying flat on his back, with his erect member held in my skilful hands, before I lowered my head a little further and made first contact with his throbbing, and quite purple bell-end. I willingly threw myself into the task in hand, as I worked my eager tongue down every inch of his velvety, heavily veined length, licking every inch of him, whilst taking in its size, girth and sense of virility.

  As I paid homage to his gorgeous cock, I could not help but to get even more of a better feeling for his size, as I effortlessly began to bob my head up and down on him. I'd say that it was at least 8 inches long, and quite thick for a rather long cock, which in my experience, was quite rare. The most notable feature of his was his bell-end, which was incredibly thick and bulbous, like the best vibrator that a girl could buy! It must've measured a good 6 inches around and I just couldn't help but naughtily wonder what it would actually feel like, when deep inside me...

  As I continued with my show off appreciation, for showing me that life wasn't as cruel and desolate as it had recently felt, before he ushered something down to me, asking me something, just as I began to cup his full and totally shaven balls.

  “What was that?” I asked, as I broke away from his throbbing member and smiled back up at him.

  “I said, do you like my cock..?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my tied back blonde hair, before carefully clutching for the small bobble, and freeing it of the band that had been constricting into a functional ponytail.

  “It’s okay, quite big…” I replied, not wanting to stroke his young ego too much.

  “Well I’m a big boy…” he retorted confidently as he made himself twitch powerfully for effect. I smiled back at him, as I gently stroked the length of him, but I just wished that he hadn’t made that comment,
as it made him seem slightly arrogant, even after such a lovely day…

  I continued to look up at him, carefully holding his eye-contact, as he lay flat on my bed, but as I did so, I steadily increased the pace of my wanking motion, as well as the pressure of my grip on his prized possession.

  “Careful,” he called down to me, before adding “you don't want me to peak too soon do you?”

  I knew exactly what he was referring too, and that was the fact that if I yet again, inadvertently made him ejaculate with my controlling touch, then he would have surely lost the chance to have penetrative sex with me tonight. I felt quite spiteful as I thrust up wrist and down, but this slightly arrogant young man needed to be taught a few lessons, and one of those was not to self-congratulate his own cock...

  “Careful...” he again called down to me, repeating his plea, but clearly in no position to stop me, as I continued to wank him at break-neck speed. Any fight that he had left in him, to push me away and attempt to charm me into now sleeping with him, was all but diminished – as he was now under my total control – and merely a passenger, and there could only be one outcome to this furiously intense hand motion that was going on just under my chin.

  In one last attempt to fight back the pleasurable feeling of his cock being hypnotised, he looked down, and I think that he then saw the gentle swaying of my pert breasts – as they reverberated, caused my by forearm motioning up and down at an every increasing rate. This sight, the sight of my bare breasts wobbling for him, was to be the moment when he was sent helplessly over the edge.

  “Oh Christ..! He called out, as I looked down to see a large strand of pure white semen shoot helplessly from his overly-proud penis, like a Las Vegas fountain.

  “Fuck!” he cried, as his orgasm began to render him even more helpless, and as a second and third strand of potent semen spurted from his loins before landing directly on his ribcage, below his overly slim and hairless chest.