[janneman1]

Ok after serious consideration I decided to post the full story on OCC. Could I ask one of the moderators to replace the original chapter 1 with this one (some grammar corrections - English my not first language ). The rest of the chapters will follow...

CHAPTER 1

It was a Friday afternoon during the last school break when the music teacher had called for me. One of the pupils in a lower grade had delivered a message that Mrs. van Zyl would like to speak to me before end of the school day. As I didn’t take music as a subject, I was very curious. It was a very small school in a small town with only about 100 pupils from grade 8 to 12. As I was a member of the student body, I suspected she needed my assistance in some or other administrative issue. Just after the bell announced the end of the last class, I knocked on the door of the music class.

Mrs. van Zyl opened and beckoned me inside. She was a divorced lady in her mid 40’s and was the secret object of many schoolboys’ fantasy. She had dark-blond hair cut off in a neat style around her shoulders, a very nice hand full of perky breasts and a set of legs to die for. I looked approvingly at the flower patterned summer dress. It complemented her assets.

“You were looking for me, Mrs. van Zyl?” I asked politely.

“Yes, tell me Pete, you still own that big music system you used at the school dance last year?”

A smile formed on my lips as I realized what favour I was into. I did have an impressive mobile music system. I used it to make some extra pocket money at weddings and birthday parties. She must have seen it at the last school dance and obviously she needed it for some event.

“Yeah sure, you need to hire my services?” I asked, thinking of what I could do with some extra cash money.

“Well I, I…” she blushed and continued hesitantly, “Yes, but it’s not the usual dance thing,” she muttered.

“Yes?” I asked confused.

“Well it’s a private fashion show,” she replied

“I think I can manage that,” I said with confidence, “I did the sound at a fashion festival last year”.

She was still blushing red and said. “This will be somewhat different. It’s a rather sensitive issue. See, I’ll be one of the models myself. The potential customers will be high society ladies from the city.”

“Well I can’t see how that’s going to problem Mrs. van Zyl,” I said frowningly.

“The thing is we will be modeling some underwear and lingerie and we need someone who will really handle it in a professional manner.” It was off her chest now and she looked relieved as she managed to say it. “It’s a bit embarrassing to ask one of the school’s pupils, but I’ve known you for years now, and am quite sure you will keep it highly confidential. There is really no one else I can trust. I thought about using my home stereo, but I really wanted to add some professional flair and that just would not do it”.

“Oh, I see” I stammered and felt some heat spreading over my cheeks. “Will you be comfortable with my presence there?” I asked.

“Don’t ask! It’s embarrassing just to discuss it!” She laughed and added, “The question is if will you’ll be okay?”

“I don’t know,” I said honestly, “I…I’ve never seen a woman in underwear before except in magazines and stuff,” I blushed at my own inexperience.

“We’re on level playfields then,” the colour of her cheeks went into conjunction with mine and there was a hint of sadness in her voice, “it’s been a while since a man saw me in my underwear.”

“You think we can have a practice run or something, a rehearsal maybe?”

She thought it over a bit and said. The show is Saturday in two weeks. You remember the barn next to my house?” She paused then said. “Well you should remember it. We had the school dance there last year. Didn’t you do the music there as well?”

“Of course I remember, you’ve got a lovely place.” Her home was on a smallholding just out of town, about a ten to fifteen minutes’ drive on a gravel road.

“If you have some free time this weekend, I think it might be a good idea to do some sort of rehearsal. I had already hired the stage. The contractors had set it up yesterday. It will be great if we can work through the program a bit and choose some music ahead of the event.”

“I’m free tonight,” I said. “I would definitely be more relaxed if I had some idea of what to expect. I don’t want to get a bad reputation from your high class customers.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Can I pick you up roundabout, say eight o’ clock?” she asked.

“No need. The equipment won’t fit in your car. I’ll borrow my father’s pick-up. Eight o’ clock is perfect. Maybe I can leave the equipment there, so it is ready and tested for the event?” I asked as I stood up to leave.

“Of course. The barn is safe, I’ll lock up good when we’re finished.”

“Okay, see you at eight then.”

“See you,” she said as I closed the door behind me.

***
The smallholding was just over 5km from town. The road wasn’t too good and it took me a good fifteen minutes to get there. I stopped in front of her house a minute before 8. As I started to offload the equipment, she met me outside.

“I see you are very punctual,” she said.

“Always,” I replied and without thinking added, “did you really think I’d be late for an underwear show?

She said shyly. “I hope you’re not going to be disappointed, remember it will only be me tonight. I…I’m not exactly an oil painting”

I looked at her and said honesty, “I strongly doubt that I’d be disappointed Ma’am.”

She laughed self-consciously. “I’ll take that as a compliment, but bear in mind you haven’t seen me without clothes yet.” She got hold of some of the smaller stuff. “Can I help you with these?”

“Sure.”

She was still in the summer dress of the afternoon. She went off ahead of me while I offloaded some speakers. I looked at her long slender legs as the lights from the barn penetrated the thin summer dress. For the first time I appreciated the magnitude of the situation. I would more than probably see this woman in her underwear. The thought added some length to my private parts.

I met her in the barn. “It will take about thirty minutes to set up the sound.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked.

“Coffee’s fine,” I said. “On the other hand if you’ve got something stronger, it might do the nerves some good. I did turn 18 last week.” I assured her in case she had some objections in giving pupils alcoholic drinks.

“Okay, you finish here, I’ll get us a drink”

I set up the equipment next to a T-Shaped stage I recognized as a catwalk. It was about one meter from the ground and about eight meters to the ‘T’.

After about ten minutes Mrs. van Zyl returned and handed me a glass. “It’s whisky and soda.”

“Thanks,” I said, noticing her hand trembled a bit as she handed me a glass. She took a long sip from her own glass. “Have you set up the program yet, the sequence and stuff.” I fiddled with some of the systems wires and connections.

“Yes. We will be ten models in all. There are four categories of clothing. We will all parade in a different item for the same category. We will each do a full catwalk on our own and then one time all together again.

“We should work out the length of the tracks to accommodate ten women and a final walk.” I suggested.

“Jip,” she agreed, “eleven walks per category in total. There will then be a short break to give us time to change.”

“Understood,” I said.

“Just make sure there aren’t any silent breaks during the walk,” she asked-said concerned.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her, “I’ll mix songs with the same beat without you even noticing it. What are the categories, I suppose we should have a different theme of music for each?”

“That will be great. We start off with gowns and sleeping wear. We then proceed to practical, casual and sports underwear. The third category is ‘sexy underwear’ and we will end the night with ‘naughty and revealing’”

“Sounds simple,” I tried to sound like a professional. “I suggest we start with a slow beat and up it a bit with each category.”

“Sounds perfect,” she smiled.

I was finished with my setup and there was an uncomfortable silence. I broke it cautiously. “I think we should get on with it. Uh…well how do you want us to do this?”

She was equally embarrassed. “You think I should…uh…do it in my underwear?”

“It might be good to get used to…well you and I’ll be both more confident if we did it as it was supposed to be, sort of get used to each other.”

“You’re right,” she agreed hesitantly. “Oh my God this is going to be difficult.” She put a hand to her mouth as she giggled shyly. “I don’t have the show’s stuff yet so you’ll have to be satisfied with my own collection,” she laughed nervously.

“It will be interesting to see what you normally wear under that,” I teased and looked at her dress.

“I bet you would,” she returned my tease. “There’s a make shift dressing room at the back. I’ll get dress…undressed then.”

“Can’t wait. I’ll do a bit of background music while you change. First up the gowns and sleeping wear?”

“Yes, as soon as you see me at the stairs at the back you can do your thing.” She turned and headed for the dressing room.

I played a fitting musical piece I had earlier selected as back ground music. After about five minutes the door to the dressing room opened again and she ascended the stairs. I mixed in a romantic track with a slow beat then looked at the woman at the back of the catwalk. Mrs. van Zyl wore a long, thin, cream coloured satin robe. The soft, thin material followed the contours of her body as she slowly walked on the catwalk. She did it with the graceful style of an experienced model. I stared at the tall slender body. The silk clung to her like a second skin, straining slightly over the roundness of her breasts. The protrusion of her nipples was just a faint hint beneath the thin fabric. She had an uneasy smile on her face as she passed me. She was now walking away from me towards the top part of the T-shaped platform. I looked from behind at the teasing folds of the gown as it shaped to her buttocks. At the “T” of the catwalk she first turned right, still walking away from me. At the end of the platform she abruptly turned and walked towards the other side of the “T”. She proceeded to the middle again and returned straight back to me. I felt an uncomfortable pressure between my legs as my eyes fixated on the triangle of her womanhood, engraved by the silk as she walked.

“Everything fine?” she asked as she passed me again.

“Yes,” I said and tried to sound undistracted, “another ten times and we’re set”. She did the same sequence over and over again. Each time with more confidence and grace. She walked, swaying her hips with an expensive elegance that filled the whole room. At last the sequence was over.

“Five minutes and forty two seconds,” I announced the official result.

“How did I look?” she asked anxiously.

“In his official capacity the DJ is not allowed to make any subjective comments regarding the contestants,” I teased her in a very formal voice.

“And in his personal capacity?” she laughed.

“Painfully beautiful!” I exclaimed.

She lowered her body and sat on the platform right in front of me. She was swinging her legs like a little girl at the playground.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely, “but I think that was the easy part. You sure you want to go on? I won’t blame…”

“Don’t worry Ma’am. I’m sure I can handle it,” I tried to sound brave.

“It’s not only you I’m worried about. Like I said it’s been a while since…” She bit her under lip. “Oh what the hell, let’s get this over and done with,” she said with forced determination and stood up. “Just don’t get a heart attack!” She laughed as she went to the dressing room.

“Thanks for the warning!” I shouted as she once again disappeared through the door.

The rhythm of the next song was slightly faster. I looked at the door where Mrs. van Zyl had appeared and some innocent, inexperienced voice inside of me told me that this couldn’t be. I saw our music teacher, Mrs. Ann van Zyl, wearing only a bra and panties. It was a matching white cotton set from Jockey. As she was walking towards me I could see that the both the bra and bikini cut panties were very tight fitting. Her vulva formed a curved bonnet as it strained against the white material. As she passed me she revealed two tight buns, bouncing slightly up and down as she walked.

When she eventually returned facing me again, I saw that the material had crept up slightly inside the folds of her womanhood. As she walked a clear visible slit followed the motion of her legs. With each step the cotton fabric cut in deeper and deeper. I lost track of how many times she walked up and down. I think it might have been the seventh time when I could no longer deal with the enormous pressure in my own pants. I used the moment when she had her back to me to rub over my throbbing and erect discomfort. I felt the damp feeling of my own wetness under my hand as little drops from my tip explored the outside world. I looked down and saw my pants had a dark spot formed by the pre-cum. I reached inside my pants to shift my aching penis in a more comfortable position.

“We’re not even at the sexy bit and you are struggling already!” Mrs. van Zyl’s voice shocked me back to reality.

I quickly released my penis. She was standing right above me on the catwalk. Her legs were slightly apart. The white cotton material had now penetrated the deepest parts of her slit and her two swollen labia were clearly visible underneath the material. A few lost brown curls of pubic hair peeped on the sides of the elastic.

“Oh my…I’m so sorry, Ma’am…I didn’t realize…”

“Stop! Don’t worry. That’s why we have this rehearsal remember.” She had a sympathetic look. “If it makes you feel any better I…well it’s good to know I can still provoke some reaction,” she said bashfully.

“It’s still embarrassing!” I complained.

“Do you think it’s easy for me to parade in this?” She looked down at her attire. “Oh my gosh! I did not realize it was that bad!” Her hands shot down to her pubes in a lamely effort. She must have decided to rather rectify than cover up. “I’m so sorry…” Her whole figure displayed embarrassment as she gently pulled the fabric out of the lips. A long wet stripe was evidence to where the material had previously been.

“It’s alright. It’s just that I’ve never seen anything like that before.” I said trying to look her in the eyes.

“I really didn’t know it was doing that,” she still tried to apologize.

“Doing what?” I asked innocently and tried to hide my smile.

“Clinging to my…You’re teasing me you little twit!” she laughed as she realized I wasn’t as innocent she thought I was.

“Maybe,” I smiled. I tried to cover my own wet spot from her eyes as she was looking down to me.

“I can wash that out for you before you leave,” she offered. For some reason the fact that she saw some of my own forbidden intimacy acted as fuel for my already unbearable burden. The wet spot became wetter and my pants had the resemblance of an army tent.

There were a lot of things I wanted to say, but I could only manage a barely audible “Thanks.”

“Well I guess we’ll just have to give this category another try then?” she smiled.

“Okay then,” I said determined to do it right this time. “Ready when you are!”

She walked to the back of the catwalk again. I played music again and this time I tried to keep eye contact instead of looking at the goods. She finished the sequence in four minutes, twenty-seven seconds, without incident.

“Well are you ready for the sexy part?” she asked with a devious smile.

“Goodness Ma’am, if that wasn’t sexy, I really haven’t seen anything in my life yet!”

“We’ll soon fix that!” she said and walked away with a taunting provocativeness in her step.

Again I selected a faster piece of music as the back door opened yet again.

She wore a pink bra and panties set with very fine embroidered patterns. It looked soft, sexy and feminine. As she came closer to my position I could see the two little dark circles of her nipples showing through the bra. A darkish brown patch peeked through the panties. There was suddenly a fair amount of saliva in my mouth and I struggled to get rid of it.

“You okay?” she asked as she passed me.

“No I’m not okay, you’re torturing me!” I cried.

“Shame on you, just hold on, we’re nearly finished!” she shouted over her shoulder and wriggle her bum and it drove me beyond the point of civilized torture.

Ten more times she tortured me again with her semi-nude body. The hints of dark patches imprinted in my mind forever. When she finished the last walk she returned to where I was sitting. She stood above me on the platform and I had an unobstructed view. She looked down and asked: “So how did I do?”

“You did just fine Mrs. van Zyl, I am close to death!” I tried to lighten my own embarrassment.

“I’m sorry I had to put you up with all this,” she sounded genuinely concerned.

“No please, I’m only joking! You really think I don’t enjoy this?” I could make out the shape of some dark curls of hair underneath her panties. I knew there must have been a huge wet spot on the tip of my bulging shorts by now. I no longer cared if she saw it or not.

She sat down like she did before, her legs hanging off the side, slightly apart, and her feet close to my music system. Her panties were now in line with my face and I had and even better view than before. Her sitting position pressed her vulva hard against the tiny panties and my eyes were fixated on the bulge that formed.

I took a sip from my drink and offered her my glass. She took it and had a sip herself.

“So it’s naughty and revealing now,” I said as she handed my glass back.

“To be honest, I don’t have anything in my own collection that would be suited for that,” she said.

“I don’t think anything can be more naughty and revealing than what you are wearing right now!” I exclaimed.

“Oh boy, you really haven’t seen anything yet!” she laughed out loud. “I’m talking peek-a-boo bras and crotchless panties.”

“What?” I honestly had no idea what she was talking about.

She was getting red in the face as she tried to explain. “You see with the bras there’s an opening where the breasts pop out with no material to cover them. The same goes for the panties, there is no material to cover, to cover uh; a woman’s vagina” she was obviously embarrassed by the word.

“People really buy stuff like that?” I asked.

“Of course, we wouldn’t be modeling it otherwise. My concern is, if you can handle it.” She pointed smilingly to the bulge in my pants and it was my turn to get red.

“We’ll we won’t know until the event then,” I said.

“Unless…” she paused a moment. “You’ve really never seen one before?”

“What, crotchless panties?”

“No man! A…a nude woman.”

I shook my head from side to side to make it very clear that these eyes of mine, never before in my life, had set their view on a nude woman.


“If you’re eighteen it’s about time. This stays between you and me okay? And it’s only to prepare you for the show.” She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She brought her hands back to support the now loose b-cups. Inch by inch she lowered her hands. Two beautiful breasts came into view. Just a bit more than a handful. The nipples were rosy, pink and erect. My mouth fell open. She laughed and the bra fell on the music system. She stood up and hooked her fingers in the sides of the panties.

“Here we go” she said and slowly pulled the panties down. First appeared the curly brown hair, neatly trimmed in a triangle shape. As the panties moved lower and lower I began to see the fleshy part. Two thick gorged lips appeared; pressed tightly together by her legs. The panties fell down to her feet. She stepped out of them with one leg, and then lifted the other leg to take them in her hand. As she did so her legs came apart; so did the lips and I had a glimpse of the pink glistening inner lips. She recovered her stance and looked down at me. “You okay?” she asked.

I couldn’t speak. I just stared at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Mrs. van Zyl, the school’s music teacher was completely nude in front of me. Finally I managed to speak, I was close to tears. “I love this, I really do, I don’t want to drop you, but I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate now or at the event.”

“You poor soul! Don’t worry you’ll get used to it, remember it’s the first time you’ve seen it. Please don’t give up now!” She really sounded worried. “Won’t it help if you relieved yourself before the show?” she asked.

I looked in her eyes and saw she wasn’t teasing me. “I think so, I have this terrible urge and pain right now.” I muttered pathetically and pressed down on my crotch.

“Do you want me to leave and come back in a few minutes?” she asked politely.

“Can you stay, I want to look at you while I do it. Do you mind?” I asked.

There was silence as she contemplated my request. “No, I don’t mind,” she whispered and added, “I think it may do you some good to get used to it. It will help me too…well to see you naked as well will sort of ease my own embarrassment.

She sat down on the platform and drew her legs up to her chin, exposing he the thick outer lips of her vulva. I slowly lowered my shorts and underwear simultaneously and my erect penis popped out of its restraints. I clenched my shaft in my right hand and moved it slowly back and forth. The droplets of pre-cum changed into a white foamy excretion. Mrs. van Zyl looked intensively at my motions and began to slowly part her legs. I looked in fascination as her lips parted in the middle. A little knob of flesh appeared at the top part of the lips. Wider and wider she spread her legs. Her private parts looked shiny and juicy. Then to my amazement she placed her hand on top of her private parts and spread the lips wide open with her fingers. A dark gaping hole became visible and I found myself staring into her vagina. A few drops of liquid dribbled out of it and slowly trickled down her leg. I was ready to explode and I did. It felt like every muscle in my body contracted. My load shot and shot through the air, most of it landing right between her legs. The thick white liquid dripped slowly between her labia, down to her vagina’s entrance where it collected as a white puddle.

“I’m so sorry!” I whispered in a scared voice, not sure what her reaction would be.

“Wow, I’ve never seen a load like that. You must have really been in pain.” She smiled at me. She looked down at the mess I made on her. “I think we both need to clean up a bit before we continue.” She stood up and winked at me: “Come, I have some towels in the house.”

I followed her to the house, both of us walking naked. In the bathroom she handed me a towel while she started to clean herself.

“Do you want to take a shower while I clean this up?” she pointed at my trousers.

“Yes please,” I replied.

“Go ahead, I’ll wait for you in the living room.” She left me alone in the bathroom.

After about ten minutes I was finished and I walked to her living room, a towel wrapped around my waist.

She was sitting on a couch, dressed in her summer dress again. I had to pinch myself to remind me it wasn’t all just a dream.

“Your clothes are in the dryer, it will only take a few minutes. I don’t know how the rest of your week-end is, but it might be a good idea to do the whole rehearsal again, we did not even finish this one yet.”

“Yes, I would feel more comfortable if we could do it again” I replied and sat down on one of the sofas. “I’ll make sure I am more prepared tomorrow night.”

“It will be alright,” she promised. “Can I get you another drink?”

“Thanks.”

She stood up and left for the kitchen. After a minute she returned with another glass of whiskey and soda. She was holding my clothes in the other hand.

“There you go big boy,” she smiled as she tossed the clothes on my lap.

I stood up and struggled a bit to pull up my shorts while keeping the towel in place.

“Here let me help you,” she said and before I could decline she bent down and started to pull up my underpants. I rested my one arm on her shoulder for balance. When the material finally come to rest over my penis I could feel some of her fingers rubbing first against my scrotum and then for a brief second against my shaft. If it was accidental or not I wouldn’t know, but the reaction to her touch was immediate. My penis jumped to full attention again.

“Boy, you are sensitive!” she exclaimed.

“Sorry” I replied.

“No, don’t be, it’s a compliment.” She reached for my trousers and repeated the routine. Finally I was dressed again and sat down to enjoy my drink.

“So, you’re not getting cold feet, you will still do this?” she asked and I knew I couldn’t say no.

“Of course I will,” I replied and I could hear a sigh from relieve.

“Thanks Pete. I won’t forget this; if you ever need something just ask.

“Thanks, I will,” I said. There was a bit of awkward silence as we finished our drinks.

I stood up and put my empty glass on the cupboard. “I’d better be leaving then.” I said reluctantly.

She walked me outside. At the van I paused and said-asked. “Mrs. van Zyl, you said I could ask you anything?”

“Yes?” she replied a bit hesitantly. “What is it Pete?”

“Well I just wanted to do one thing and ask that you will not be angry at me.” I took all my courage and reached between her legs. My hand cupped the soft bulge of flesh through the thin cotton dress. A warm sensation went through my hand as I felt the elastics of her panties. I felt her hand covering mine and expected it to be moved away. She just pressed my hand harder against her and felt how my middle finger sunk inside of her sex. With her other hand she reached down to the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up. Higher until my hand was over her bare panties. She guided my hand up and then down again, tight against her flesh moving it underneath the white cotton panties. Soft hairy curls mingled with my fingers. She moved my hand lower and my fingertips felt her two swollen lips. My fingers sunk between them and I felt the wet, warm, inner flesh. She guided me lower and lower and I felt my middle finger entering a sodden hot blanket.

When my finger was completely inside her vagina she asked. “Is this what you wanted to feel?”

“Yes,” I murmured. The pleasure ended abrupt as she moved my hand away and she let her dress fell down to her ankles again.

“I think that’s enough for one night,” she smiled. “You’d better get home now.”

“Yes,” I agreed as I got into the vehicle.

***


It must have been the longest Saturday of my life. Why I did it I do not know, but I told my parents that I would be staying over at some friends the night. I did not want to feel rushed to return home again. I also called Mrs. van Zyl to ask her if we could start a bit earlier. Though I was a bit scared, she sounded quite at ease as we agreed to six o’ clock that evening.

It was 15 minutes to six as I kick-started my Suzuki 50cc bike. I drove slowly and stopped in front of Mrs. van Zyl’s house exactly six o’ clock. I felt a bit shy and awkward as I knocked on the door. I really didn’t know what to expect. Would she be angry? Would she be embarrassed?

She opened the door and smiled. I was relieved.

“Hi Pete, punctual as usual,” she said.

“Always,” I repeated the previous night’s response.

“Something to drink before we start?”

“Please, we’ve got lots of time tonight,” I said.

She showed me into the living room and I made myself comfortable on one of the couches. I noticed she wore a tight pair of jeans with a red pullover jersey.

“What time do your parents expect you home?”

“Well…” I felt a red blush over my face. “I told them I was off to some friends and that I wouldn’t be home tonight,” I was scared and waited for her angry reply.

“That’s good, we don’t have to rush at all then. The spare bedroom is always ready.” She was really not making a big issue out of it. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Uh, no, but please don’t go through a lot of trouble.”

“No, it won’t be trouble and it’s been a while since I had a guest for dinner. But wait, drinks first.” She turned and went towards the kitchen.

“Here,” she said as she returned with two glasses.

“Thanks,” I said. I took the whiskey and relished a sip.

The awkward silence again.

“You are still comfortable with the whole fashion show thing?” she asked after a while.

“Yes, I think tonight will be better. After all, I’ve already seen you naked,”

“Yeah, and felt me up good, more than I anticipated,” she teased smilingly.

I felt the red rush to my face again. “I’m so sorry about that, but I….”

“Don’t be silly. I started to enjoy it too much, that’s why I moved your hand away.” It was her turn to blush.

“Really?” I asked surprised.

“Of course. I am a woman you know; it has been a while since any man had touched me down there.” She winked and sat down with her drink.

After a couple of minutes we were both finished with our drinks. She stood up and said. “I think I’ll fix us both something to eat before we start. You must be starving.”

“Mrs. van Zyl, could I ask you a favour while you make us dinner. You see I figured the more I see you naked, the more I’ll get used to it.”

“You want me to cook naked?” she laughed. “Well that’s one thing I haven’t done before. Well okay, but on one condition.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I’m not going to be the only one naked!” She laughed and began to pull the red pullover up. She was wearing a black lacy bra. She turned around, “Will you help me with this?”

I got up and fumbled with the hooks of her bra. After a while I figured out the workings and the bra came loose. She turned to face me. I stared down the two moulds of flesh. The nipples hard and erect. She looked me in the eyes as she fumbled with the button on her jeans. Slowly she pulled off the zipper. She wasn’t wearing panties.

I don’t normally walk around like this, but I thought I had to change anyway,” she apologized. She pulled down her jeans to her ankles and then stepped out of them. She was naked again. This time I did not ask. I reached forward and touched her. My hand first cupped her vulva; my middle finger proceeded to part her lips. She was wet and warm. She spread her legs a bit more and I could feel the intense heat at the opening of her vagina. I slowly inserted two fingers, felt some resistance at first. She relaxed her muscles and my fingers went up all the way. Slowly, cautiously, my fingers explored the inside of her vagina. The secret hidden folds, the soft fleshy walls. She went on her knees forcing my hand away from her. I felt her hands over my groin as she unfastened my jeans. She pulled off both my jeans and underpants in one quick movement. My erect penis was close to her face. Gently she stroked the shaft, moved to my balls. She moved her head forward and surrounded me with a scalding hot, wet sensation as she swallowed all of me. My brain struggled to accept this new sensation of ecstasy. I couldn’t hold any more. I tried to hold back as I came, but in some strange way it added to the released pleasure. She took all of my juices in her mouth, kept on swallowing as it came. She kept sucking even when I was finished. She realized there was no more and released as she sensed that it was getting uncomfortable for me.

She looked up at me. Funny, I did not feel ashamed or anything. I just pulled her forward and hugged her. She stroked my hair and I felt as at home like never before. I wanted to cry for some or other odd reason. She kept comforting me and moved to sit next to me. My head was on her lap; she kept on stroking my hair as if I was a baby.

I must have dozed off. I awoke with sounds from the kitchen. I sat up and saw that I was covered in a blanket. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. There she was. Still naked, busy preparing something on the stove. I put my arms around her and cupped her breasts from behind. She lovingly laid her head back against my shoulder.

“Hi,” she said, barely whispering. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m more than fine,” I whispered into her ear.

I pulled her closer to me and stroked my hands tenderly over her body. I could feel her body relax, nearly go limp in my arms. Her buttocks pressed lightly against my penis, provoking it again. She pressed a little harder and my penis slowly entered the cleft of her buttocks. She bent over, slowly and gradually, forcing my penis inch for inch deeper into the cleft. She spread her legs a bit and suddenly I felt her pubic lips on my tip. Soft, warm and moist. She pressed backward. The lips covered my tip and I felt the little folds of her entrance. I forced the tip of my penis to just inside her vagina. Somewhere she contracted muscles and her opening gripped me. I cried out as the feeling of electricity played along the nerve ends. Still backwards she forced her buttocks and my penis slid into her vagina. Deeper and deeper until I could feel my scrotum against her. For a moment we just stood like that. My penis buried deep inside of her. She began to rock her hips. Forward and backwards. My penis went in and out her soggy flesh. I slipped out completely and my penis slid through her lips, all the way through her slit. She groaned as my tip touched her clitoris. She reached through her legs, grabbed my penis and moved it a few times up and down her slit. She guided the tip to her entrance again and allowed me to slide all the way back inside her. I couldn’t stand still anymore. In sequence we moved our hips back and forth. It was too much for me and I jammed my hips forward. Compressed jets of liquid entered her vagina. Again her walls contracted and helped to squeeze out the powerful bursts of liquid, shot after shot. I finished and she slowly raised her body again. I felt my limp penis leave her vagina, bringing along some of the liquids. I knew that there would not be any more rehearsals for the rest of the night as she led me to her bedroom.