My hot teacher fantasy. A 3-part series.
By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
I got a temp job a few months later with a firm near to my old college and I still popped in to see Amy for lunch and the occasional meal, and I started to date more seriously. I'd had a few girlfriends, nothing that ever reached the 'serious relationship' status.
Other Ladies.
I moved back home and got into the same rut. Nothing long term but I made sure that I did what Amy told me and gave more than I got. I got some of my dates into bed, and I always tried to give them an orgasm, several if they'd let me, but nothing serious; or that lasted over a few months.
Three years on and I'd just broken up with the last one without even noticing; she'd gone on holiday to the Mediterranean with some mates and never contacted me again after that. She came to my place the first morning back while I was at work, took the few things she'd left there and that was that. Unfriended and locked out on Facebook, never answered my texts, end of story.
She'd been the girl that wanted to 'be in a relationship' and sex was only as small part of it. Right up to the point that we started to make love. From our first night in bed and the crazy morning after, she became a sex beast overnight. I was the first bloke to go down on her it seems, and she was dead against it at first. But we'd done a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and she got daring.
To get us past the whole 'dirty' concept, we stripped naked and jumped in the shower and we just played with each other; the excess of wine meant she let me run wet hands across her cunt, I found her clit and stroked it working her to high anxiety, then slipped wet fingers inside her and scrubbed her G-spot. She came, she cried, right there in the shower, pulling my face into her cunt and grinding herself against me, like some kind of porn star.
I was her first on many things it seemed. Not the first shag but the first person to make her come. She then had me repeat the procedure - often. In bed we fucked and sucked, almost non-stop. I would wake up in the night to find her pumping my cock to erection, then climb across me and bounce us both to orgasm. She read the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy that she left at my house so her parents wouldn't find them, and soon I was pulling on the pony tail she started to wear and smacking her fine arse as I took her on her hands and knees.
Seems that in the Med she just got worse, and pissed with her mates she met someone that apparently was much more in to her than I was. In fact my best mate's girlfriend told me that the new bloke had gotten into her on the first night of her holiday, in the car park of the hotel complex to be exact.
I felt a bit slighted and somewhat lonely for a few weeks, but not like I was going to weep about it or anything.
A month or so later I went off on a guys’ stag weekend for that best mate, and we spent the weekend in the country, driving quad bikes on the Saturday morning, trap shooting in the afternoon, a huge piss-up in the evening, followed by a rather hung-over paintball session Sunday morning, and a hysterical drag hunt with the hen party in the afternoon, trying hard to stay on horses that almost none of us were used to riding, that didn't want to behave and wanted to jump over low fences and for us to fall off them.
Miss White.
As we trotted across the countryside on rather uncomfortable saddles I saw a face I thought I recognized, and it wasn't until the barbecue of fantastic steaks, farm sausages and burgers served to us in whole baguettes that I looked across the marquee we were in and I finally remembered where I knew her from.
It was Miss White, class tutor of my final year at secondary school.
Okay, I'm a bloke right; I should have looked longer at her face, but my eyes went straight at the body of the hottest girl in the place in tight jeans and a linen shirt half buttoned over a tailored vest top that showed a narrow waist and perfect stomach, a fantastic bosom with a fine cleavage, and hips in perfect proportion was an arse to match.
I appreciated that great rack I'd only ever seen swamped in suit jackets and baggy white shapeless blouses.
Back in the day, Miss White was a bit of a hard arse and extremely tough on her classes. With the benefit of hindsight she was, in the scheme of things, an extremely young teacher, and the secondary school I was at ten years back was a tough place for a twenty three year old straight out of education herself.
"Fit as fuck isn't she," said my mate the groom snapping me out of my reverie. "That's Jo, Melanie's cousin, but they're close like sisters, even though she's a bit older. She's a school teacher, she can teach me whenever she feels like it."
"She did teach me," I said, sipping at my umpteenth bottle of beer from that weekend, "and I swear she never looked like that when she taught me history and sociology in my last year."
"You lucky bastard," he grinned, "do I have the greatest idea!"
"Dave!" I shouted after him as he backed away from me.
"Mellie!" he called across the room, "minor change of plan;"
I called after him again but was ignored, so not wanting the same response from some of my other mates who were also groomsmen or ushers and the like I went back to the barbecue for more steak.
What I didn't notice was Jo White looking across the room at me, her cousin Melanie telling her that the fine looking guy she had been making eyes at across the room from her was a guy that worked on the same contract as her Fiancé - his mate Terry.
Two weeks later, we were all sat around the large church at the rehearsal running through what we'd have to do on the following Saturday morning, and stood across the pews from me was Miss White - Jo - now wearing the usual loose blouse with her working clothes that I was used to.
"It is Terry isn't it?"
I turned around,
"Yes," I said, smiling and offering my hand, "I noticed you at the hen and stag weekend and didn't want to embarrass you."
"You wouldn't have embarrassed me," she said squeezing my hand.
"Yeah, Okay," I grinned, "Perhaps I didn't want to embarrass me!" I grinned, "Don't forget, I was surrounded by my piss-taking mates, all the worse for Dave and Mel's free booze."
"Okay, I'll give you that, but I noticed you at the barbeque and thought I recognized you; I had to ask Mellie who you were and as soon as she said Terry White it all came flooding back."
Before we could chat more, the priest and the father of the bride called us all to attention, and we took our places. Me at the front of the church to one side of the aisle with the other groomsmen. Then the bride and her father came up the aisle followed by the various bridesmaids. I noticed that Jo was level with me. I guessed that meant that I would be the one to escort her back down the aisle after the service. Sweet.
We headed to the nearby pub restaurant almost next door for a drink and a something to eat. It was hardly the fully fledged 'rehearsal dinner' you see on American sitcoms but more of a burger and a cold drink kind of thing. It seemed that most of the other groomsmen were either boyfriends or had 'buddied up' to the maids they would be escorting, I did likewise and we chatted. It turned out she was single, and just eight years older than me.
She asked me about my love life, and I saw that despite the fact I was now in my late twenties, she was still maintaining just the tiniest bit of a professional detachment and holding on to her position of superiority she'd had more than ten years previously.
Okay, she probably just wanted me to know that she wasn't interested in me, but I kind of got the feeling she was talking down to me. Fine, but I was minded to point out to my former school teacher that I had graduated from Brunel with a First in Engineering, to which I had added a Master's degree in hydro engineering the previous year. While I was impressed she was a teacher, I was probably as well qualified as her, if not slightly better. I knew from reading the jobs pages in the Guardian Newspaper that I was at least 15K a year better off than her.
We all said goodbye; promising to look after our prospective bride and groom for the three days until the wedding celebration. I pecked Mel on the cheek, then for reasons I'll never understand Jo, before shaking hands with Mel's father.
Like a scene from 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' there were six guys all trying to get the groom sorted before our meeting at the adjacent Wetherspoons for our celebratory full English breakfast. It was great, and the sun shone on us all and we managed not to get any food stains on our morning suits.
We arrived at the church in fine form, all laughing with just enough buzz for the day's events. We were pushed around by the photographer into various fun poses before we were ordered into the church and the places we'd rehearsed the previous week.
Dave looked nervous and as instructed by the vicar looked to his front. From my place across from the altar I could look down the aisle and see his gorgeous bride to be on her proud father's arm, followed by her five bridesmaids, then I saw Jo, dressed in a pale cream off the shoulder dress that complimented the bride's dress brilliantly. For some reason she took my breath away, her make-up was simple but splendid, her hair was pulled up and away from her face matching the other bridesmaids, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her to look at the bride.
The service started and I stood opposite and slightly to one side of Jo, stealing the occasional look at her, at one stage I noticed that she was stealing looks at me - when our eyes met, I saw that she flushed bright red and dropped her eyes with an embarrassed smile.
While everyone else was singing 'Love divine, all love's excelling' I looked up from my order of service and looked across at Jo.
"Wow;" I mouthed across to her silently, "you look fantastic;"
She flushed red again and mouthed a silent, "Thank you," back to me hiding her blushes behind her order of service.
The hymn finished and we all made our way to the vestry where registers and certificates were signed. Finally, the vicar stepped out and announced,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Price!" and the organist played the wedding march and off we went, Mel's father holding the hand of his tiny granddaughter while the rest of us took the arm of the person we'd been stood adjacent to.
Still holding her flowers, Jo gently put her hand onto the crook of my elbow and we slowly made our way back down the aisle and out of the church, stopping for photos of course and finally followed out by the rest of the guests.
"Wasn't that lovely," whispered Jo to me with a big grin.
"Really nice," I said genuinely, "but then Dave and Mel are a lovely couple."
"Aw," said Jo, "you a bit of a softie for all this then Terry?"
"I suppose I am a bit," I said, "Let's face it, we all want something like this don't we."
"Do we?" said Jo looking up at me.
"Yeah right Miss White, I saw your face through that whole service and if you so much as suggest that you weren't carried along by the whole thing, I may have to call you a liar!"
She giggled and hid her face behind her flowers, as we came out of the church into the glorious sunshine. There were lots of handshakes and kisses and congratulations, and before long we were being moved around by the photographer.
After the bride and groom photos there was a demand that each pair of groomsmen and bridesmaids had a picture so I found myself with my arm around Jo, while she gazed smilingly up into my face, under the instructions of the photographer. I noticed that Mel was particularly evident during this picture along with other friends of both of us. That photo took some time because we both kept laughing.
By this stage, it had become common knowledge that Jo had been my teacher at School and we were ribbed gently by our acquaintances, but soon we were on our way to the hotel to make room for the next wedding that was soon to leave the church.
At the wedding reception I found I was sat next to Jo, just across from the bride and groom. The food arrived and the wines. Then it was speeches, and the best man made a toast to the bridesmaids, and one especially for Jo, pointing out that she was a school teacher and taking one of her former pupils to one side to make sure he behaved.
Her family all giggled and my mates laughed and pointed. We both blushed, and Mel grinned and waved at her cousin.
The meal finished, it was time for the first dance and Dave and Mel took to the floor. Next the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. I stood and held my hand out to Jo and she stood.
I pulled her close and she reciprocated holding me close and we moved slowly to Mel's favorite love song, 'Wonderful tonight' by Eric Clapton. After a few moments Jo was resting her head on my shoulder.
At the end of that song, a second equally slushy one came on and the rest of the guests were invited to join in. After that one the music speeded up somewhat and most of us took to our seats.
Most of the ladies disappeared to change out of their long dresses, and Mel was one of the first back, looking gorgeous as you would expect a bride to look on her wedding day. She was soon joined by my mate, her new husband Dave.
"Terry Darling," she kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you so much for putting up with the Mickey taking and still looking after Jo for us." She looked back over her shoulder turned back to me and began to whisper, "She won't admit it but I think she has a bit of a thing for you; asked about you at the stag and hen after she saw you checking her out, think she was rather put out that you didn't come and talk to her. She never stops asking things about you, seemed most pleased when I said you'd recently broken up with that slapper friend of mine."
"Keeps asking me stuff mate," said Dave, "only this morning she asked if you 'really' didn't have someone coming this evening."
"Really?" I said, "I wasn't getting that impression."
"You wait," whispered Mel, "I told her you have a thing for cleavages, curves, short skirts and long legs; if you remember her from school you'll know that she doesn't like to show off the curves and the lady lumps. She had to learn to walk in heels for today and, Oh yes, and I told her your favorite color is green - not a color she likes by the way; why don't we see what she comes down; Ah, now will you just look;"
I turned round; with one hand on her hip and the other on the handrail she was carefully walking down stairs; shit but she looked fucking hot. She was wearing a tight, plunging, form fitting dress in dark green that fitted her every curve, and the heels she wore made her legs look twice as long. She stalked across to the three of us.
"Evening Mel," she kissed her cousins cheek and looked me up and down.
"Looking good Jo," Mel said.
"Feeling' good Mel." Jo looked at me again.
"Ah," breathed Mel, "My work here is done, almost;" and grinning walked with Dave, to circulate with more of the guests.
"Can I get you a drink, Jo?" I asked.
"Champagne," she said, adding, "please." I made for the bar and got two glasses bringing them over, by the time I got back another groomsman had taken her away to dance, and why not; she looked fucking devastating. Ah well, perhaps not.
The dancing continued and I danced with some more girls, including Mel.
"Every time you dance with another girl, Jo makes evil eyes at them; Terry," she said turning us slightly and she waved at Jo stood at the bar talking to family, "She is so into you, mate!" She gave me a little shake.
"I'm not convinced," I said, "at the rehearsal she was talking to me like I was just out of 10th year."
"That's just Jo," she said shaking me again, "she's a bit defensive; she's a hot girl working in a school with over 400 boys going through puberty;"
"Of which I was one;"
"Of which you were one, I'll admit. I've never seen her like this over a bloke Terry; she talks about you, which is more than she's done over any man I've known about fifteen years. Come on," said Mel, walking me to her.
"I think it's just a crush," I said looking across to where she was leaning against the bar with two blokes either side.
"Crush or not, go and fucking dance with; aww shit." One of the four suitors whisked her away again.
"You see?" I said, "Surely she would head in my direction if she was so into me?"
"Oh!" snarled Mel, "I should knock your bloody heads together!"
Mel walked me across and introduced me to Jo's parents in the meantime.
"This is Terry," she said in an overloud voice, "he was looking after Jo, today."
We discussed that she'd once taught me sociology and history and her parents asked what kind of teacher she was as they'd never met one of her pupils before. I of course said she was still my favorite teacher, especially as I'd walked down the aisle with her that day.
Her father mumbled something to his wife like 'about time someone did,' and Mel kissed his cheek.
All of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were called together for Mel and Dave's leaving for their honeymoon and it was very nice, and we formed an arch for them to walk along with a final smattering of confetti. When Dave and Mel stopped where I stood with Jo, Mel leaned across and kissed me.
"If you don't do something about Jo, Terence; so help me, I'll fucking kill you!" With that she hugged me, adding, "Trust me Darling, she's perfect for you," and they left for a fortnight in Mauritius.
Once they had gone, I managed to get a dance with Jo. She was quite pissed and had headed straight for me now. Someone wasn't trying to orchestrate it.
"So come on then Miss White," I said, "how come a woman as gorgeous as you is still single?"
"Fucking men," she said leaning back to look me in the face and then around at all of the single guys and the not so single ones that had been letching over her all night. "I work in a school with 300 fucking pubescent boys who all seem to have a crush on me; 500 hormonal girls, none of whom I can be friends with in case they fall in love with me, two dozen fucking male teachers or half a dozen male governors who are convinced I'm a fucking dyke or are trying to stare down my blouse or up my dress, while their female equivalents think I'm a bull dyke or might be after their husbands - why do you fucking think," she slurred, "yeah, fucking men."
"We aren't all the same, Jo;" I said. "Although in that dress, I can't say I blame anyone for wanting to check out your body, you're gorgeous."
"You wanting to fuck Miss White as well; are you?"
"Honestly? I smiled gently rubbing up and down her spine, "I wouldn't object, but really my thought was actually how I could get the gorgeous woman I'm dancing with to go out with me once all of this has settled and before she goes back to work in September."
"Going out with a pupil?" she giggled pushing herself against me, "surely that's unethical?"
"A pupil?" I grinned, "that was over ten years ago Miss, so you'll have to do better than that."
"Well," she grinned and got a bit more girly, "perhaps it's just I have a bit of an issue with younger men."
"Really, Mel said;"
"You shouldn't go listening to everything my soppy cousin says about me," she butted in quickly and defensively, "certainly not on her wedding day. I don't see why you aren't after sleeping with one of these gorgeous young things you've been dancing with tonight."
"Jo," I said gently caressing her with my hands, "I haven't seen you since I walked out of your undoubtedly fine school some ten and a bit years ago. I first saw you three weeks ago looking drop dead gorgeous in tight jeans and a T-shirt, and I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Of course I want to go out with you."
"So, 'boy'," she said, "are you going to take me to bed or what?"
"What?"
"Take me to bed, boy." She snarled.
"Are you sure?" I said, she was well pissed drunk, after all.
"Definitely! Had it on my mind for weeks."
"Oh well, that sounds like a lovely idea, my place or yours."
"Mine," she said putting her arms around my neck, "your mates' rooms are adjacent to yours, and I'd rather they didn't come in to see what's going on. Wait for five minutes, room 7, bring wine, I've got the condoms." she reached up and kissed me, again it was obvious that she was quite pissed. She walked away swinging her hips in the same way she had when we met on the stag and hen; and I was equally impressed.
Against my better judgement, I got a bottle of a light fruity white wine I was a fan of and slipped it into my jacket, she was reasonably drunk anyway. Fortunately for me, most of my mates were extremely pissed and didn't notice me wandering off five minutes after the woman I'd spent much of the day with.
I found room 7 and knocked gently on the door, no response. I knocked again slightly louder and figured that she must have passed out on the bed. I thought about what I should do and of missed opportunities. As I stood there contemplating my next move, a member of the night staff walked past and saw my dilemma, and figured it wrong.
"Lost your key as well love?" she said, giving me a slightly angry, 'why do we bother giving you piss-heads keycards'. "What's the name on the register love?"
"White," I said now adopting the 'pissed but trying not to look it' approach and after all, my name actually is White as well.
"Do you have some I D, love?" she asked, and I flipped out my wallet with my driving license to prove it. She took out an iPad Mini and looked up names. She flapped her master key through the reader and the door clunked and swung open slightly.
"You have a good evening Mr. White," she said and walked away.
I walked in the room and saw Jo collapsed back on to the bed, her stretchy green dress, stretched over her head and across her arms. She was wearing pantyhose over tiny knickers.
I figured the least I could do was make her comfortable, so I removed her dress, finding the pretty bra that was responsible for her great shape and the cleavage she'd displayed, according to Mel, for my benefit.
I pulled the dress over her head, then looked at the fantastic body before me. Shit, trust me to be honorable tonight.
I took off the pantyhose, and the bra, catching an extended look at her fantastic tits. Finally I slipped her into a T-shirt I found on top of her bag. I moved her to the middle of the bed and turned her to her side just in case she threw up and got ready to leave and head back to my room. I left the bottle of wine, and a note;
"Jo,
Figured you weren't really in the mood, so have just put you to bed and trust me, it wasn't half as much fun as undressing you sober would have been. I'm in room 17, call me if you fancy a swim before breakfast.
Regards
Terry."
Morning Light.
My room phone went off at a shade before seven thirty.
"Terry?"
"Good morning Jo," I said, "you feeling better?"
"Much," she said, "listen, I err; I just found your note and I wanted to thank you for putting me to bed last night."
"You're most welcome," I said, "and I hope that you have a better view of my intentions now."
"I do, and I've ordered breakfast for two, by way of a thank you, and apology."
I put on shorts and a T-shirt and headed along the corridor to her room, I knocked on the door and she met me in the long nightdress I put on her not six hours previously.
"Come in Terry," she said with a long grin, "breakfast has just arrived." We sat down and started to eat, a splendid meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, mushrooms, cereal, toast, fruit and tea and coffee.
Now sober, she seemed like a totally different woman, and she was nice but not as close as the alcohol had made us the night before.
"I meant what I said last night Jo," I said.
"What did you say last night," she grimaced, "much of the night is shrouded in a bit of a white wine fog."
"I said that I wanted to go out on a date with you."
"What?" she said, "an old;"
"You're eight years older than me Jo, and as I said yesterday, still gorgeous."
"I don't know," she said.
"I thought there was a spark between us Jo," I said sipping some orange juice, "and Mel certainly did."
"Yeah, well Mel is a born romantic."
"Did you dress up especially?" I said with a big grin, "Mel pretty much told me what you'd be wearing, and it she said it was because of what I liked."
"No, I err; I dressed for me." There was a distinct change in her voice.
"Really," I said.
"Yes," she said, her voice taking even more of a tone now, "So are you the only man in the country that appreciates a cleavage and high heels and short skirts are you?"
"Okay, give you that one." I finished my orange juice and poured some coffee from the insulated jug the hotel had provided, "I'll leave you alone Jo," I said standing up to take my leave, "but thanks for your wonderful company and for dancing with me last night if only once when you were pissed." Her look was halfway between relief at my departure and half desperation - perhaps because I was going.
"You're welcome," she said, "and thank you, you've been quite charming." She stood up, and made a hesitant step towards me.
"I try," I said, "and my offer still stands, if you change your mind and would like to come out one evening, or one day of course if you'd rather."
"I'll bear that in mind."
"One final thing," I said stepping closer, "if you ever get that pissed that you want to just jump the bones of someone, I'd love to take you up on your offer from last night."
"I offered last night?"
"Yes," I said, "it was only the fact you asked me to get a bottle of wine and follow you in five minutes that held up proceedings. You'd already bought the condoms."
"Yes," she said, "I had, hadn't I." She looked over her shoulder until she spotted her clutch bag from the night before.
"Terry," she stepped closer to me, "I'm really sorry about that, I must sound the very worst kind of tease."
"Don't worry Jo, I get it. You were at a family wedding, seeing another relative ten years your junior walking down the aisle, only to have me thrown at you every five minutes. You're human."
"Thanks," she said.
"I'll leave you to your hangover and the rest of that great coffee, a fine cure." I wanted to ask her out again, leave my phone number but realized it wasn't going to happen. "Mel and Dave have my phone number if you ever change your mind, message me on Facebook."
I opened the door then felt her hand on mine on the handle.
Her Virginity Therapist.
"Terry;" she said in an unsteady voice.
I looked at her face, she had her eyes closed. I left my hand were it was. Gently I felt her push the door closed again. "The thing is;" she stuttered, "I've;"
I moved across to the small table and chairs still holding her hand, I led her back to her seat and poured more coffee.
"Thank you," she said. She sipped her coffee, "It came as a real surprise when I first saw you, I didn't recognize you at first, but I did so fancy you, really I did. I asked Mel who you were, and when she said your name I thought, 'Oh shit that's an end to that'. But Mel wouldn't let it go, she saw the spark and kept pushing. I did put the dress on to impress you, but;" She went silent.
"Jo, don't worry," I said breaking the silence, "I was taught sociology by an expert, and I'm sure her advice would be 'just spit it out.'"
She beamed a grin, it was one of her favorite terms to draw thoughts and ideas from her students. She finished her coffee, and put down her cup with a clatter and took a deep breath.
"I'm a virgin."
She picked up the jug of coffee and poured some more. I passed my cup over.
"Okay," I said.
"I've never had sex," she said with a raise in her voice.
"Yes," I said, "I did go to rather a good school you know." I took my cup back from her, "is it a problem for you?"
"I don't know," she said with a really sweet look on her face, "I suppose you don't miss what you've never had, but," she leant towards me, "I'm in my thirties and I think I actually want to know if it's all it's cracked up to be. Sex is everywhere you know? Clothes, make-up, cars even, I can't put on the TV without sex and love;" she stopped, "you know?"
"Yes, I suppose it is, now I come to think about it. Why the sudden rush?"
"I don't know!" she said, "I think it was just 'that spark' Mellie went on about - you know?"
"Yes! I totally do."
"And when I chatted with Mellie on the coach home, she told me how you'd broken up with your ex a few months back."
"Yeah, she decided that the pickings were better in Benidorm. She was only an occasional mate of Mel's. She wasn't in line to be a bridesmaid or anything, but she was supposed to be my escort. She very nicely said that she wouldn't come to the reception and cause any upset."
"I'm pleased she didn't," said Jo, "I might have missed all this!" she paused and looked down. "When I spotted you I asked Mel about you of course." She shifted in her seat, "Mel told me about some pissed up argument she'd had with Sonia, and how stupid she was to dump you. She pointed out that Sonia had always said how great you were in bed and all of the;" she paused.
"What?"
"All of the times and different ways that you made her cum!" she blushed a wonderful red color and her smile was gorgeous!
"That kind of complement will get you everywhere," I hoped I wasn't blushing.
"Well, I suppose I was starting to get a bit frisky, then when Mellie said she had heard from different girls how great in the sack you were, well my hormones went into overdrive. I couldn't get you out of my head, and Mellie noticed and here we are. Sadly I thought I needed to get pissed drunk to go through with it. And then, well, the rest is history, well last night at least."
"Jo," I said taking her hand, "you are amazingly attractive, charming girl and I would deem it an honor to make love with you but when you want to not because you think you should. But trust me, making love sober, is a thousand times better than making love piss drunk."
"Terry," she said with a grin, "I think I'm ready, and because I do actually want to."
"Great," I said trying not to grin from ear to ear.
"Well, err;" she looked around as if not knowing what to do next.
"Let's go for a swim first," I said, "I'd quite like to see more of that fantastic body of yours;"
"You must have seen most of it last night," she giggled, her face flushing a bit.
"Parts," I said, "and I have to say your boobs are fantastic."
"Thanks, I don't get a compliment like that very often,"
"Well you should, your body is quite fantastic;"
"For a woman in her thirties;" she interrupted.
"For a woman," I said, "did you not see yourself in that dress last night? You looked like a fashion model!" She giggled again, and sipped some orange juice. "Stick your cossie and some shorts on and let's go."
"I thought;"
"Let's have as swim and freshen up, then we can come back and do whatever you want, as I said, making love without a hangover is much better than with."
"Okay!" she grinned. She walked across to her bag and took out a blue swimsuit and turned her back heading to the bathroom, "Aww what the fuck, there's nothing I have that you haven't seen already is there." She pulled off the T-shirt exposing those wonderful full breasts again, and the tiny green string I'd left her in. She dropped the string and I saw that despite being a virgin, she'd shaved down to a tiny Brazilian that would hide beneath it.
"Like I said, totally fucking gorgeous."
"What, this old thing?" She held her swimming suit to one side and held out her arms to her sides and did the tiniest twirl. She looked amazingly hot and her arse was to die for.
"If you don't put your suit on we may never get to swim."
She walked across to me and with the tiniest hesitation put her arms around my neck. Her naked body against my shorts and T-shirt felt great, and her hard nipples pushed against my chest. We kissed, properly, and for the first time. I gently rested a hand on her arse and gave it a soft squeeze, and she wriggled slightly ducking away then forcing herself back against me.
"Fuck the swimming," she hissed.
To be continued in Part 3
By Androgynous other for Literotica
