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Standing with his back to her a smile so bright lit
up her face. Bare feet, jeans, and no shirt on his back he stood
organizing some books on a shelf. The once affable nerdy nobody had grown
and blossomed into a man. Her student in two classes in his junior and
senior year, she began noticing a slow transformation none saw in him
during those years.
“You’ve done well and I’m proud of you Jason, very proud of what you
accomplished” she told him upon graduating. She looked beautiful too. He
liked her very much. Never before had she looked so elegant in his
opinion. “Don’t forget me” she joked. “Just because you’re going off to
college doesn’t mean I don’t exist anymore.”
He said he wouldn’t. They embraced, so she patted his shoulder, and dearly
wanted to kiss his cheek knowing it would be inappropriate. She turned and
walked away, with her fiancé. He knew nothing of the guy, but it wasn’t
his business; never was. Still she thought about Jason. Thought about him
excessively, hence her engagement was off. She had to start over. Another
man, another long, long relationship, and then another long engagement
period… “Fuck that” she felt like saying. She devoted herself to her
teaching.
6 months later, it was a holiday break, and what did he do? Jason visited
his high school seeking out Olivia Henson, his former teacher; his
favorite teacher. She always sent unknown emotions threw him. He figured
it was puppy love. His dad told him all boys have it in their lifetime so
he guessed that’s what he felt for her. They met up, they talked, and they
laughed about many things. They said goodbye, but for whatever reason it
hurt having to leave. They’d get together, after school, but it never once
materialized.
He came to see her that spring, but she was unavailable. Time passed,
things changed, but his feelings for her hadn’t. No, no they hadn’t. They
only matured. 4 years later, he was a college graduate. He had taken up an
exercise program, lifting weights, and running some and he looked every
bit the man. Sculpted, broader shoulders, and a couple inches taller Jason
was a stud and he didn’t mind walking around in certain places without a
shirt on. Proud of his newborn physique he couldn’t wait to see her. She
had lost some weight too, but regardless he was fond of her, but she was
in for a big surprise once she saw his newly remodeled frame.
Her jaw would drop, but his might too. Right out of college, he got a job.
Right out of college, he invited her over. Right out of college they were
going to hit it off.
“It’s about time” she said from the front door. Then she saw his body.
“Jason… Jason is that you?” He turned slowly. A smile garnered his face.
Pecs, tight stomach, and in sexy jeans with no shoes on and Jason looked
perfect in his beach house setting. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Hearing
the wave’s crash the beach as he turned to see her reaction, Olivia
couldn’t believe how much he had changed, physically. “Jason, wow Jason
you have… you have” but her eyes said it best. They were all over him and
telling him how she appreciated his physique. He was delighted once he saw
her response. “You’ve changed, Jason.”
He walked to the door, invited her inside, and before she could say
anything or he could too, he embraced her again. Her nipples surged. Her
body swelled excitedly. She couldn’t believe how his newly developed frame
aroused her the way it had. He was 22, she was 31, but it no longer
mattered because her former student was a man now and he showed it in
every way. She had changed. She had lost weight for her wedding. But
seeing as the wedding was called off several months ago, she was still
sexy. She was still pretty as ever. He told her so. She felt like it too
in his arms. He really didn’t want to let go of her. She didn’t mind him
holding her as long as he did.
“That’s a rather warm welcome” she said teasing him.
“Oh uhh I’m sorry… I didn’t realize I was being so boorish. It wasn’t, she
was only teasing, but that was still one area he hadn’t “grasped” quite
yet. Social graces, he was still clumsy as ever, but as handsome as he had
grown, physically sexy too she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind the least bit.
His arms, they felt incredible around her. His newly “minted” masculinity
wrapping itself around her newly “redeveloped” figure just seemed to fit,
for whatever reason, perfectly. He pulled away, letting go of her, and
told her “I don’t… I don’t know what got into me Ms. Henson.”
“Nothing got into you, Jason. It was a normal, everyday reaction” she
said.
That day at his beach house as the sun began warming up to air, she had
decided to put on that off white frilly skirt. Light weight, it blew every
which way in a breeze. It moved everywhere and if there was an up breeze,
sometimes she had to do everything in her power to push it down making
sure nothing private was exposed. This was one of those days. With that
lightweight frilly skirt she wore that sleeveless print blouse. They went
together impeccably. She put on several outfits but after trying on about
seven, she finally decided on that one.
“Nothing got into you at all. It seemed like the natural thing to do. Hug
someone you care for, maybe hug that person longer then you expect, and
well there isn’t anything at all wrong with it. Now are you going to show
me around, off her me a drink?”
She hoped they’d go swimming. She brought her bikini, she brought changes
of clothes. She wasn’t sure what might transpire, but she hoped something
might. Geeky or not it was a chance for that woman to upgrade her sexual
escapades again. It had been a while. She knew that for sure. Urges had
been knocking, no banging hard at her door, and she needed to upgrade and
pacify her overwhelming urges which bothered her lately.
Regardless if he did look different he still felt like the same old nerd,
same old geek he once was in high school, especially with her around, but
she did that to him. She had that affect on him. He didn’t mind. He liked
her. Plus, she looked prettier then ever, lately. He gave her a tour, even
showed her his bedroom and master bathroom. He showed her the community
pool and even asked her if she brought a bathing suit, hoping it would be
a bikini. She had, but didn’t say it was a bikini.
He even offered her wine. She accepted. The day was getting better,
slowly. The temperature had risen. It was 90 degrees, humid, and it was
time for a nice swim down by the beach. His was a rented property,
isolated too, and he was proud of his negotiating in securing the place.
He told her how he negotiated it. She was impressed. He went and put on
trunks and they walked down to the beach, but she still hadn’t put on any
bathing suit. He asked if she wanted to go swimming. She said later.
He swam, they talked, and she sat admiring him. As they talked and as she
sat admiring him those urges grew. They grew immensely. She asked to go
inside. He said yes and they did. Inside it all changed. Everything
changed.
“I can’t get over how much you’ve changed, Jason.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant. She told him, but not the important things.
She truly desired her host. He sat wrapped in a towel around his waist,
chest protruding and teasing her, as her heart and vagina thumped harder
and harder by the moment. They talked more. They started talking about
feelings. His feelings, some of her feelings, but she couldn’t hold out.
“Jason…I must tell you something.” She stood. He sat back not
understanding her. “This probably isn’t a good thing, but… but I think I’m
becoming… I think I’m attracted to you.” His eyes popped from their
sockets. He sat upright. She turned to look directly at him. She wasn’t
smiling, but she was concerned how he would take her remark. She hoped his
response was promising. It seemed to be, but she wasn’t sure. She could
tell he was shocked. “Jason… Jason?” she said.
He was still stunned. Yes, he had thoughts about her like that,
occasionally. Yes, he had wondered about her and him on dates. But no, no
he hadn’t ever once thought of her in a sexual sense of the word. Dinner
and clubbing, yes, but sex not that he could recall.
She decided to make a move, see what happens, so she stepped closer,
slowly coming towards him. Running her hand over his shoulder, around the
back of her neck, and across the other shoulder too suddenly he tensed up.
She could feel his body tighten. She asked him if he was okay. He said
yes, nervously, but it didn’t sound reassuring. No she was sure of that,
but she persisted. She needed a man’s touch regardless if he was
experienced. She wanted a man’s body, regardless of his experience. She
always liked Jason and she knew Jason always admired her, but now there
was something different something different in the way each communicated.
She was anxious, but not nervous. She was aroused by his good looks. She
anticipated the possibilities and had to relax the former student,
somehow.
Suggesting they go to the balcony, he agreed wholeheartedly. He hopped up
immediately and they stood out there looking at the water. The breeze was
warm and comforting, but it periodically kicked up and thrashed her skirt
around. He’d look and see it blow here and there, but he hadn’t caught it
yet flying all the way up.
She pushed it down too many times and finally he realized it. He watched
and he paid attention and finally that damn breeze got his approval. It
blew her skirt upwards, blowing it all the way up. What the hell? What the
heck is she wearing? Was that a g-string bikini or was it simply bikini
underwear? Blow… blow harder wind, blow harder.
“Do you like that?” she asked finally.
“Huh, pardon me?” he replied.
“When my skirt… when it flies up like that?”
“What… I’m sorry” he began “I’m not sure what you mean.”
She smiled. She said yes he did. He behaved innocently. He knew. She knew
he knew. Yes, she had put on bikini briefs. They felt sexy, they were
sexy, and she had been hoping for something, anything to happen between
them.
“Why don’t I” but she didn’t.
She wanted to take it off. She wanted to entice him. Instead she did
something else. He hadn’t seen her ass. He hadn’t even imagined it. No, it
wasn’t tight like an 18 or 19 year old college coed’s ass, but if he had
seen it he would have enjoyed it, she hoped. Instead she unbuttoned two,
then three of her top buttons. What was she doing? He saw the cleavage.
God, it was sweet. He felt tingling in the tip of his penis. As soon as he
felt the tingling, he could feel something changing. Something was
changing. It was an odd feeling. His penis had stiffened. He was scared,
he was excited, and he liked how it felt but he didn’t. He felt like he
should shift it around. He couldn’t, not now he couldn’t, and so he lived
with it.
“Do you like my boobs, Jason or should I say my cleavage?” she said. She
smiled. “I’d like to show you more. Would you like that, Jason?” He
nodded. It was instinctive. Anyone would have done the same. “That’s
great” she said. Her voice was quiet. It was calm too. “Mmmmm, I’m glad
you wanted me too. I want to show you the rest of my cleavage, my boobs
too.”
He stood, frozen, gazing upon it. He didn’t move a muscle. He couldn’t. He
was overwhelmed by their beauty. She said nothing. She unbuttoned another
one. She pulled her sleeveless top apart, but only a little. He felt like
his tongue had slipped out of his mouth, dragging on the floor, but it was
his imagination. She undid two more; one left. She undid the last one. The
blouse covered it up. She watched his reactions closely. She smiled while
appreciating his admiration for her sumptuous, mature nature.
“I seem to meet your approval do I?” He nodded. “Good, then feel me, push
my blouse back, and feel them all you care too. Be nice and be a gentleman
though. I’d love it if you’d kiss them and lick them too at some point”
she told him.
“What the… what the fuck?” he asked himself.
Yes, Jason had seen girls in their exercise outfits and yes, he had seen
them in those sport bras. He had seen some in those, what did they call
them, Lycra bras or something like that? Yes, they were a bit revealing
and yes, he would stare, but as little as possible. He knew it was rude
and he understood he was a geek. He knew how others saw him, but as
always, he had persisted. He had persisted on working out, looking more
buff, and girls began paying more attention, but it had been too late for
anything to transpire. By the time he was about to graduate, he had seen
all the cleavage or almost all the cleavage he wanted in college. But it
had become too late for any of them to challenge each other to ask him
out. It had become too late for him to ask them out, so one thing was for
sure by the time he had graduated.
Jason was still a virgin. He had seen cleavage, but never in this
situation.
“Don’t you like my body, Jason?” He said nothing. He ogled her. “Jason…
Are you alright, honey?”
Her voice… her voice was different. It sounded like honey, like sweet
syrup. Her eyes, they were just like soft rain drops in the summer. That
look in her eyes, that look on her face both mesmerized him, both melted
away any preconceived notions he had about girls. Well he didn’t have any
other then most were pretty, most were sexy, and most never approached him
for a date and definitely sex.
She felt like she had to guide his hand, raise it up, and she felt like
she had to lift his hand up against her bosoms. Touch her soft descending
flesh which fell inward into her tight looking, sexier then sexy valley.
She watched his eyes, she watched his face. He stood frozen, almost
frightened, and fearful of doing anything to her. He wouldn’t allow
himself to do more then what she allowed. He watched his fingers feel it,
feel them. It was riveting. He watched his fingers descend, rolling
downward along that tumbling gentle skin surrounding her breasts, and then
he watched her raise them to the top again.
“Ohhhhhhh god” he moaned. His eyes closed. His penis hardened. His penis
hardened and it tingled, excessively. “Oh… oh… ohhh god, ohhh my god” he
cried out. She loved every bit of it. She enjoyed him expressing his every
emotion. He was exciting her too.
He was a virgin. It was her first time with one too since she was young
and everyone’s a virgin at one point in their lives, but at 22 that was
unusual, but for Olivia it was exciting as anything she could remember. He
was wonderful, sweet, and a loveable guy. This was going to be fun one way
or another and she knew that.
“Jason, honey, may I ask you something?” He nodded. She held his hands in
hers. “Is this your first time with a woman this way?” She waited. He
didn’t want to tell her, but it was. He looked down. He nodded. “It’s
alright. It only makes it more… more special, more unique for you, and for
me. Would you like to kiss them?” referring to her tits “or just keep
feeling them?” she asked.
He said feel them. He didn’t know what he wanted. She ran the show. She
guided them, upwards, and let his fingertips roll across her lofty flesh
and cleavage. Both closed their eyes. It was special for both. Both
murmured, both indulged in feelings they received as his fingers felt her
cleavage.
“Down… down in between them, slowly alright honey?” she told him. He
nodded.
She let go of his hands. They dropped to his sides. She lifted hers up and
she traced lines across his pectorals. She murmured sweet nothings as she
appreciated the newly defined chest muscles. She told him they were to be
admired. She said she was in awe of him, his handsome body, and she wanted
to know how he was still a virgin. God how was it possible that he was
still a virgin? He was too god damn exciting and sexy to be one.
He knew she had to know. He was so horny. But he didn’t want to tell her.
It was too overwhelming. He had to tell her he thought. She was trailing
those sexy fingernails across his chest, tantalizing him while enjoying
his sudden gorgeous masculinity. He felt like she should tell her. It was
driving him crazy.
“Ms. Henson?” he began to say. “Ummm well… oh god Ms. Henson” he tried
saying. He was moaning again. She looked into his eyes. Putting a finger
to his lips she tried calming him. She told him he should always call her
Olivia from that point on. “I think I’m… well I am… I’m horny, Olivia. I
feel like… I feel like I’m, well I don’t know how to tell you, but I feel
like” but she knew. She knew by the look on his face and she told him.
Whispering practically she said “You are horny aren’t you? You feel so
horny that you feel like something is going to explode inside. Your penis,
your cock… it’s harder then you’ve ever imagined it to be, right?” He
could barely nod his head. She smiled, kissed his cheek, and kissed his
lips. “I’m going to make this all better now.”
She lowered her hand, slowly. She lowered it down, carefully. She caressed
his tummy. He groaned in a silent manner. She leaned in and kissed his
lips. She lowered her hand over his waistband. She lowered it over his
zipper line. He tensed up. She slowed and cross over his bulge, slowing
more while crossing over it. She pressed, firmly, as she crossed over it.
Olivia drew so much excitement she moaned. Her eyes closed, her hand
stopped, and she pressed harder and harder against his erection.
“I want... Jason I want to see it” she said. He didn’t understand. She
blinked and smiled. “May I see it? May I see your… your penis, your cock
please?” He was freaking out. He nodded and pushed down his jeans. There
it sat. Pulsating, tingling excessively, and barely enabling him to do
anything. He stood frozen in his underwear looking at her and wondering
what she was going to do. She no longer was Ms. Olivia Henson, his
teacher. That was 4 years ago. Now she was simply a woman, a horny woman
who used to be his teacher who wanted him for sex, but wanted also to be
his friend and lover, part time or not, but a willing and participating
sex partner.
“Mmmmmm Jason oh Jason ohhhhhhh wow Jason” she moaned “it’s so beautiful,
so manly, and I’m so lucky to be with you today. I’m so, so lucky to bring
you something I’m proud to give you. You’re a man, Jason… a real man.”
And she dropped to her knees and Jason at first had no idea what she was
doing but she reached in, pulled it out, and she gripped it with the palm
of her hand, and she immediately swallowed his cock. She swallowed him
whole. His knees went weak. His body was fragile. Her mouth sucked on his
cock so hard that before she realized anything Jason was unloading himself
inside her. Jason was unloading it inside her petite mouth. She gagged.
His cum came strewing out. Oozing down each side of it while still
unleashing pent up loads never once unleashed on a woman before. Never
before had Jason felt the luster of a woman’s lips or tongue. Never before
had he felt the beauty of a woman sucking and swallowing his cock,
energizing it, and stimulating him I ways he never could imagine he
thought, but Olivia had. Olivia was immaculate. She teased and tantalized
him and she was beautiful. She was older and seductive and she was perfect
in her execution of his first ever blow job.
But there would be more.
“Wow Jason wow” she said looking up at him with bright eyes. She was
smiling. Jason was too. “If I hang out today will you do me a favor?”
“Anything you want Olivia” he told her.
“Will you have sex with me? I’d love that more then anything today.”
Jason nodded, smiled, and got down on his knees. He hugged her, hugged her
breasts, and told her he wasn’t letting go of her until she would. She
said it was a deal. She kissed him, they lay on the carpet, and within two
hours, she was on top screaming like she hadn’t screamed in ages, which
she hadn’t.
“Mmmmmm you sure are sexy, Olivia. God if that’s how fucking you is… then
I’d fuck you the rest of my life.”
“It is and you were awesome too” she told him. “And you’re no longer a
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