I was 16 and extremely shy. I had been told that I was cute, but that never gave me confidence with girls. Like all kids my age I fantasised about kissing them but was too shy to even discuss sex with my friends.
We had a beauty called Anne as our house maid. She was in her mid twenties and had a voluptuous figure. She had a beautiful dirty blonde hair which reached her shoulders and made you drag your eyes from her chest, to look at her head again.
We lived in the West of Ireland in a small town. My mother and father ran two small clothing shops, hence the need for a maid. We were a devout Catholic family and church going. Both parents were very religious and family prayer was a big part of our lives. Sex education in any formal way, at school or from my parents was non existent. In fact the discussion with my mother about the “birds and the bees” lasted maybe 30 seconds and was necessary because one of the shop girls got pregnant before getting married.
So back to Anne. I discovered by going through her lingerie drawer that she was 38DD. I guess she was about 3 inches taller than me, making her about 5’ 6”. I have no idea what she weighed but she was more what you would call voluptuous.
So I was skinny and bookish. People always expected me to have my nose in a mystery. My parents always wanted me to be a pianist due to my long fingers. I had no interest and the fingers become useful for other activities as I soon discovered.
But my favourite pastime was watching Anne in her daily duties. I loved the way she swayed her hips while dusting or working the vacuum. I don’t think at the time that she was aware of my interest. After all I was the polite son of church going parents. Later I think she enjoyed the attention and exaggerated her movements for my pleasure.
Things came to a head one afternoon on her day off. My parents always played golf on that day and I had the house to myself. As usual on that day, I did my weekly investigation of Anne’s room, especially her lingerie drawer. I loved taking her nylons and rubbing my face in them. I usually spent time with my cock in her bras. Their size amazed me.
That particular day I sat on her bed with my trousers around my ankles my face wrapped in a pair of her nylons. The memory still gets me hard. I spotted her nightie sticking out from under her pillow. It was see through and pale pink and fascinating. I couldn’t resist pulling it over my head, just to see my rapidly growing cock through it.
As I flattened the nightie to see my cock, the door squeaked open and there she was. My cock rapidly deflated. I jumped to my feet, it seemed that minutes had passed since she arrived. I tried to pull the nightie off. Her bra had dropped into my boxers and I was all thumbs trying to get myself righted. Tears were pouring off my face while she stood there red faced and angry!
I couldn’t say anything. What excuse could get me out of this?
So I cried, maybe I’d get some sympathy.
Instead I heard a laugh and she was grinning! How embarrassing!
“Stay right where you are!” she hissed.
“I’m sorry, please don’t tell Mom and Dad!” I was crying harder now.
She came in and closed the door. “Leave the nightie on, while I decide what to do” she said. She came over and sat on the bed beside me. She put her arm on my shoulder, and looked down at my cock. She put her other arm on my knee.
I was afraid to move while she sat there still as a church mouse. “Please, please don’t tell Mom and Dad!” I sniffled.
“Shh!” she said. “I’m going to come up with an alternative punishment” She said. She still sat there unmoving for another few minutes.
Finally she told me to stand in front of her.
“Take off your shoes and socks!”
“Now your trousers and boxers!”
I did both with shaking hands. I now felt that I had some hope of getting away without may parents finding out. She still sat there assessing me. Her attention was having minimal effect on my cock, which had all but disappeared.
She put her hand on my penis through the nightie.
Oh Boy! That felt good! There was finally some activity there. But I still felt that it would need a miracle for it to recover to its maximum size of 3.5 to 4 inches.
“OK, I won’t say anything, if…..”
“I’ll do anything!”
“Ok” and she stood up and pulled her skirt up to her hips.
Now I could see, her legs encased in what was later described to me as mummy-coloured nylons, held up by a bright red suspenders and then some white silk panties.
Wow! My cock finally acted like it was going to make a comeback.
She told me in a husky voice to take her panties off.
Suddenly, it seemed to me that Christmas was arriving early, or was it my birthday? She again said to take her panties off.
My hands finally reacted to what my brain had been telling them. They shakily reached out and moved to her sides.
“Take them off!” she said again.
After a little fumble I finally got a grip and slowly started to remove them. I was looking in her face to be sure that she really wanted me to do that, while also trying to see what I could of the treasure being revealed. Oh, as I write this I wish I could experience that moment again!
She had a ginger bush! Thick and beautiful. And surprising for its difference to her head. I wanted to touch it and then her head to compare their relative textures. Her pubic hair looked a little wiry. As I stared I couldn’t see anything else. With my lack of experience I didn’t know what else there was to see. But I knew that I was seeing something special.
Anne stepped out of her panties and sat back on the edge of the bed. She picked up the panties and held them out to me.
“Smell them” she said.
I held them up to my face not knowing what to expect. They had a slight musky aroma, not unpleasant, and a slight whiff of pee.
“Well” She said.
“Wha..wha…what?” I asked.
“Well, what do you think?”
“The..the..they’re o..o..ok”
She grinned and grabbed my hand pulling it to her bush. She moved it around and leaned back on the bed. She pulled my hand again and my legs were now touching her knees. She let my hand go and I started to move back.
“No you don’t” she said “rub me!” She grabbed my hand again.
I cautiously rubbed her wiry bush. She must have been getting excited and the musky smell was getting stronger. Then it got a little sloppy with moisture. Now I was becoming fascinated. I thought she had wet herself.
She then put both her hands on herself and pulled what I later found out were her lips apart. “Stick your finger in” she said.
I tentatively did that. “Further! Further!” she gasped.
That was really slippery. It felt wonderful. I moved my fingers around. She gasped again. I thought I hurt her and started to withdraw.
“Don’t stop! Do it harder and faster!” She squealed.
As I did she was gasping for air. My thumb touched her at the top of the hole and she grabbed my wrist.
“Do that again!”
“Again!”
Now she was hopping on the bed. I later discovered she was having the first of the afternoon’s climaxes.
She held my hand still, and gasped for air, and the hole got more sloppy with moisture.
After a few minutes, she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked at me. “That was fabulous!”
“Now kiss me!”
I naively tried to climb up on the bed to kiss her cheek. But she pushed me off. “Down there” she said.
Now if that had been piss earlier, I wasn’t keen on that idea. But her hand was on my shoulder and she pushed me between her legs.
Finally, as I was still reluctant to go there, she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me down. The smell didn’t seem like piss at that stage, and I kissed her bush. But she pushed me lower. “Now with your tongue” she gasped.
My nose was in her bush. I can almost feel it now. What a wonderful feeling. It is still my favourite feeling and I still prefer women not to shave their pussy.
I tentatively licked her lips. God, that taste is second to none. Now I wanted more. I could tell she was enjoying it. At first, she took the pressure off the back of my head. But as her obvious excitement grew, her hands came back. She manoeuvred my face to where she wanted to be licked. I obliged. Maybe if I did well, she’d let me do it again.
Again, she went rigid and the held my head still. She groaned and her legs came up on my shoulder. I couldn’t breathe. I felt a small spurt of moisture hit my face and the pressure from her hands and legs dropped away. I continued licking for a few minutes more until she finally pushed me away.
She was gasping for air.
Finally she sat up and kissed me on the lips. She licked the moisture off my face.
We could hear a car stopping on the drive.
“God, your parents!” She squealed.
“Can we do it again?” I begged.
“Absolutely, you were great! A real find! But you must not tell anyone! No one in school and definitely not your parents! OK”
“Of course!”
“And maybe next time, if you’re as good again, I’ll show you a lot more!”
She helped me off with her nightie, and on with my clothes. Then she pushed me out the door with a warning to wash my face.
I loved that woman!
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God! How I wanted her! But I was too shy to ask, and too shy to lay a hand on her. For weeks I watched and hoped. I had begging eyes and I was very conscious of anyone recognising my hunger. My especial fear was that my mother would realise that my longing looks were more than a shy boy’s bored stares. But even then I couldn’t stop. I had no control. But she ignored me!
Every chance I got I ensured that I was around to watch her dusting and vacuuming. My particular favourite was when she had to polish the linoleum hallway. She did that on hands and knees and I think she deliberately pointed her ass at me to tease me. But she never encouraged my attention and I could never overcome my shyness enough to beg her to let me touch her again. I dreamed of putting may hand on her lovely arse. However, I was afraid that she would banish me from ever being with her again.
That was soon to change. One afternoon my mother asked me to go to her room to see if she was home. When I knocked on her door, it slowly swung open and there she was, standing in front of her mirror. She was almost fully dressed but without her blouse. She was cupping her bra enclosed breasts in her small hands. I had always suspected that she had a great bust but despite many attempts I had never seen them before. I could only compare them to those of the mannequins in my mothers shop. Hers were real soft and enticing compared to the mannequins plastic hardness.
She quickly turned to the door while grabbing her blouse to her chest. I was standing there with an open mouth, staring at the objects that I had been dreaming about. When she saw it was me, she grinned and slowly took her hands away. I could now see her cleavage properly, and I could only stare – dry mouthed.
She said: “Well, what do you think? Are they nice or what?”
I couldn’t answer. Her grin widened: “Do you want to touch them?”
I was suddenly very hard, and uncomfortable in my trousers. I put my hand on my crotch to redirect my hard on upwards to a more comfortable position. She saw that and gave a short laugh. She started approaching the doorway. She stopped just inches from me. I could smell her perfume and a slight sweaty smell. Intoxicating, especially when delivered by such a voluptuous package. She was about 3 inches taller than me and her beautiful tits were almost at my chin. I was torn between looking down and the objects of my lust, her lips and her startlingly clear grey eyes.
I couldn’t breathe. Part of me wanted to run away but I was afraid she’d laugh at me and I would never get a chance to touch her again. In stead, I leaned forward and rubbed my face on her bra, and then kissed the tops of her breasts. I couldn’t believe that I did that and held my breath waiting for her to shout at me. “Where did the courage come from?” I wondered as I waited for the uproar.
She grinned at me again: “Oh that was lovely” and she reached for my right hand and pulled it up to lay on her bra. She held my hand to her breasts and she said: “Squeeze them!” I was in shock, I still couldn’t believe that this was happening. “Squeeze them!” she said again, this time a little louder.
Oh those lovely breasts! I knew she was a 38DD from my previous explorations of her lingerie drawer. I lifted my other hand to her other boob and tested the weight of both fantastic tits.
I would have been there still, if I hadn’t heard the door of the living room, downstairs, open. I, guiltily, let the objects of my lust drop just as my mother shouted my name. “Shit!” I gave them a last quick fondle and turned on my heel to run back downstairs. I slowed down before the last corner to make sure my erection could not be seen, and to make sure that the moisture I could feel at the top of my erection did not show.
“ Well, is she there?” my mother asked. “Yes”, I said. “Good” and she disappeared upstairs.
I watched her go up and hoped that this didn’t mean trouble. I hoped Anne was now decent.
But finally, it appeared, my luck was good. She had asked Anne to “babysit” as she and my father had had a late invitation to dinner that evening. When she told me about her plans, she looked at me suspiciously as I had a shit eating grin, when normally I would be pissed off at the need for a babysitter.
She prepared a quick dinner for me, which I wolfed down, hoping that they (my parents) would leave sooner. I finally realised that my actions were increasing her suspicions, and started pouting and moaning. Relieved, they finally showered, changed and got ready to leave. After final instructions to Anne, and final warnings to “do whatever Anne tells me to do” (Yeah right!), they left.
After they closed the door, I immediately jumped to the window to watch them drive away and ensure they turned the corner. As soon as they turned the corner, I raced upstairs and crept to Anne’s open door. She too was watching from the window, but this time was dressed in a silk slip. Inside I would see her bra strap, her panties, the top of her stockings and a garter strap on each buttock. This was such a sexy sight and I took in everything in a flash. It is such a shame that women don’t wear slips anymore. I immediately shifted my hard on again as I silently watched form the doorway.
Did she hear me? I wondered as I tried to get my breath back. I stayed where I was trying to imprint that memory forever into my brain.
“What do you fancy doing now?” she asked without turning. She leaned further towards the window, if anything, increasing the sexiness of my view. At this point, my penis was throbbing and IK geared that I would come in my trousers. What a beautiful full arse she had!
She looked over her right shoulder, grinning. She had to know what she was doing to me. I was rubbing my crotch, cautiously so as not to bring about an eruption, as she slowly turned around. She walked towards me as she swayed her hips in a real exaggerated fashion. “Could this get any sexier?” I thought. She then drifted towards the bed, laid back on it so that her knees were at the edge. She pulled up her slip, all the time looking at me.
I had a lump in my throat as I looked again at that beautiful sight. Her pubic hair was trying to escape from the whiter silk panties.
The whole picture was beautifully framed by her garter belt, and straps leading to her beautiful nylon clad legs. She lifted her hand and hooked her finger at me. “Come and look after my pussy”, she said, while rubbing her finger up and down on her panties.
I could see her pussy juice starting to seep though, and I nearly came in my pants when she lifted her finger to her mouth, all the time watching me from those perfect eyes.
I came over to the bed and she leaned up to push me by the shoulders to my knees between her outstretched legs. She grabbed my head and pulled me towards her panties. Her musky earthy smell was overpowering. “Kiss it” she gasped.
I did just that as she jerked under me. Her legs spread further apart as I tried to enter her pussy with my tongue though the saturated material of her panties. While this was intoxicating, it was also frustrating as I couldn’t get a right taste of the nectar that I knew was seeping out of her.
I lifted the side of her panties and tried to get entry from there. I could fee her blood engorged lips but again found the process unsatisfactory. I grabbed her panties at her hips and begged her to let me take them off. I so dearly wanted to rip them off but was afraid of her response, assuming I was successful. I slowly pulled them down while continuing to kiss her through them.
Finally, I could feel her pubic hair on my face and lips. Heavenly sweet nectar abounded as the excitement gripped her. Even before I really went to work again, she gripped my head, and stiffened her body: she had another orgasm and my cock erupted in my pants. Another time that would have bothered me, but all I wanted to do was taste her properly and bring her more pleasure.
I moved my tongue along her slit from top to bottom and then back up again. As I arrived at the top I could feel a tiny little bump. Curiously, I licked it a few times and each time I did she jumped, and tightened her grip with her legs and hands. “Easy!” she said, “that’s nice but go easy!”
I returned to that juicy slip and tried to get my tongue in there as far as I could. I pushed it in and out, in and out. “Oh!…. Ohh! Ohh!” escaped from her in quick breaths. I knew she was close again and brought my tongue to her button again. “Aaaahhhhhh! Don’t….don’t stop” and again she wrapped her thighs around my neck and held my face to her wonderful wet core.
I couldn’t breath, I was enraptured in drinking the river of juice that was escaping her. But eventually, I had to breath! I twisted and turned my face to try and escape. The weight of her thighs was overpowering. As I twisted and turned my nose dropped further into her pussy and she went delirious in her orgasm, tightening her grip.
I think I must have blacked out because when I open my eyes, I was opn the bed and she was licking my face saying “My lovely, lovely, lovely boy! Where did you learn to do that?” She would not accept that I had only ever done it to her.
She then pulled her slip off, and reached behind her to get at the straps of her bra. My eyes were nearly popping at the sight that I was about to see. As she removed her bra, her boobs popped out and as she was leaning over me, gravity played a part and showed them in al their glory. They were huge and beautiful! After all I had seen that day, they still stand out in my memory. She then reached for my belt. “Oh God! She’ll see I wet myself!” I thought, as I started to resist her efforts. I wanted to go all the way, have full sex with her, but I didn’t want her to think me not to be experienced. This thought, so soon after telling her that hers was the first pussy I’d tasted.
She finally pulled my trousers down and saw the mess inside my boxers. I was still hard, and tried to cover myself with my hands. She slapped my hands away and somehow realised my embarrassment. “ Wow, you were really turned on!” she said “ I’m flattered. Did you really enjoy yourself?”
“You taste wonderful. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wanted to do that ever day since the last time”. I said.
She slowly pulled by boxers down, and my cock was stuck to them. She pulled harder and my cock sprang up to her face. She grinned and tentatively pushed out her tongue. I was holding my breath again as I watched her tongue approach it. Nobody had ever touched it since I was a baby except me, and now the first time anyone is to do that, it is the tongue of this absolute fox. Can life get any better?
At first, there is a slight tickle and she swipes her tongue along the bottom of my cock. My cock jumps away from her as if it had a life of its own. She puts her hand around it, and even though I am not overly endowed, it stands out a few inches above her small hands. “Beautiful cock” she said and I can only grin. I had been afraid that she would think it small. “I’m going to have fun with this”.
Then her warm wet mouth came down over it and I was in heaven. I wanted to watch this more especially as she kept her eyes focussed on mine. But the ecstasy creeping up on me, ensured that I had to lay back and enjoy the sensation. In seconds, my cock erupted again. I didn’t have the energy to lean up to see it, but I could feel her mouth continuing to suck and lick my sensitive cock.
Finally, she pulled off from my cock and leaned up. I could see her licking her lips. “Very tasty. I’m going to have more of that soon”.
She then stretched out on the bed beside me. She kissed me on the lips, pushing her tongue between my lips. I was not sure that I liked the taste, but there was nothing I would not do for her now.
We put our arms around each other and I put one one her boobs. She grinned that sultry grin that I loved and we kissed again. We slowly drifted into sleep.
Some tome later, she woke me. “Its time to get to your own bed before your parents get home” she said. We kissed again, and I went to put my clothes on. “Don’t bother” she said “ but leave your boxers here. I’ll wash them out and leave them in your room tomorrow. Your mother will never know.”
“Can I have your panties?” I asked hopefully.
She looked at me, thoughtfully and I think delightedly. “Ok but make sure your mother doesn’t find them. She’ll know whose they are and there’ll be hell to pay if that happens.”
“I’ll be careful” I promised.
Famous last words.
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