Inappropriate Touching

"That bloody man Weinstein is making life difficult for every man around. What with that and @MeToo, it looks as though about ninety percent of us are predatory paedophiles according to the female of the species."

Chris was sitting in the pub with the four women and two men who made up his work force. He was a twenty seven year old who had inherited a small failing business from his father and had built it up into a very successful IT company. As was normal at the end of the month, he had treated them to a round of drinks and a lunch in the local hostelry, and he was bemoaning the effect of a series of disclosures in the media of sexual predation, particularly by men with some authority against young women.

"Never mind, Chris, we'll come and visit you in prison after you get caught groping some innocent young girl." 

This was from Pauline, a well built young woman, who tended to be the noisiest of the bunch, always full of life and ready to laugh at anything, especially a dirty joke. The other girls were Laura, Ella and Maureen. Pauline, Ella and Laura were all in their early twenties, not long out of university, and excellent programmers, as were Chris, Freddie and Rob. Maureen was older, in her early forties, and unlike the others, was much more reserved. She was a brilliant administrator who had quietly taken over the day to day running of the business, leaving Chris to concentrate on obtaining contracts for the company and running the projects involved.

The conversation continued for a while, the younger women making fun of the three men, but soon they had to wrap it up and return to work. Apart from odd comments and the occasional squeal of "Don't you dare touch me." whenever one of the men got near a girl, no more was said, but a few days later, when every one was together in the office, Pauline raised the topic again.

"You gentlemen -- using the word loosely -- will be pleased to hear that we members of the superior sex have discussed the topic of inappropriate touching, and we wish to establish the ground rules as to what we expect from you -- no Rob, don't splutter like that -- and these are they: by and large, the odd pat or stroke here and there is not unacceptable, but in depth groping is out -- tits and crutches are definitely no go areas. Nasty innuendos about women in general, and us in particular, are not on, but general piss taking and dirty jokes are expected and are likely to be be reciprocated. In other words, carry on as usual and I doubt any of us are going to complain."

"Bloody marvellous." This from Rob "What about women getting onto men? We've got to behave, you lot can grope away to your heart's content."

"You should be so lucky. No, I suppose the same rules apply both ways."

Chris decided it was time for him to speak. "Look, ladies, I'm not aware that any of you have had cause to complain in the past, and I hope you won't have to in the future. I can only say that, if you have any concerns, speak up, whoever is involved, specially if it's something I've done. Is that OK?"

There was a general murmur of assent, and there the matter rested as far as the younger women were concerned. However, Chris wasn't convinced that Maureen was totally happy about the state of affairs, so he waited till he was alone with her in his office before bringing it up.

"I got the feeling that you weren't altogether on the same hymn sheet as Pauline? Does it give you a problem?"

"Sorry, I guess I'm not quite on the same wave length as the other girls, probably because I'm nearly twenty years older than they are. It's not that I really disagree with them, it's just something I find a bit embarrassing to talk about. It's all a bit academic anyway. No one here is likely to want to grope my old body."

"Don't undersell yourself, you're a long way from old. Anyway, I don't imagine anything is going to change, really. I reckon that Pauline and the rest were just trying to let us men know that they're not likely to get upset at nothing."

That appeared to be the end of the topic, but a little while later he asked her to find him a document that he knew perfectly well was in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. Thus, Maureen had to bend down to open the drawer, and she then squatted to search for the document. While she was doing this, he picked up her mobile phone from her desk and quickly shot several pictures of her bottom, which was nicely outlined by the tight pair of slacks that she was wearing. When she stood up, he handed her the phone with the pictures displayed.

"There, I told you that you're not old, and you certainly don't look it in these pictures, do you."

" You rotten sod, fancy taking pictures of me, though I doubt you'll bother to circulate them."

"They are on your phone, not mine, so you can do what you like with them."

"You're still a rotten sod, but I must say my bum doesn't look too unsightly."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that, it breaks more rules of decent behaviour than enough, but I've been looking at you for two years now. You are a nice looking woman with what seems to be a pleasant body, and it pains me that you seem to have so little self respect. Oh, and by the way, you are a bloody good worker as well and a pleasure to have around the place."

She just looked at him, and he could see tears welling up as she rushed out of the office and into the toilets. When she came back, she was red eyed, but self composed again.

"Sorry about that, I'm not used to compliments, and thank you for them. Now, did you really want those papers, or was it really an excuse to ogle my bum? By the way, I think I'm happy to go along with the other girls on office etiquette."

He walked round the desk to her and very gently patted her buttock.

"Lovely -- but I won't do it again."

Of the younger women, Ella was much the quietest. While she always joined in with any fun going on around the office, she never instigated any of the activities, and tended to be an observer. She was the youngest of the three, at twenty three, and not long out of university. She was a very petite girl, little over five feet tall, and with a slim figure, small breasts and very trim legs. She usually wore shortish skirts, which showed her legs off to advantage, but when she wore tight jeans they showed off a lovely rounded bum. She was engaged, and her marriage day was near, when one evening she stayed late at the office, with only Chris for company. He had told her there was no need to stay, but she said she wanted to tidy up the project she had been working on as she would be taking two weeks off for her honeymoon.

Chris was working in his office when she came in to join him, carrying two cups of coffee. He looked up and smiled at her, thinking that her fiancée was lucky to be marrying such an attractive girl, who also was very pleasant company. She sat down beside him, and they chatted idly about where she was going for her honeymoon and where they were going to live when they returned -- just idle chat, so he was astonished when she put down her coffee cup and raised the last subject he might have expected.

"This inappropriate touching and so on -- you've never touched me, have you. Don't you fancy me?"

"I don't think I've touched anyone inappropriately, certainly not deliberately. And I fancy all of you ladies, and quite a few others, but it doesn't mean I go round groping them. I'd be scared shitless that I'd get slapped or worse, and, in any case, touching for me is a sign of affection, not just lust."

"The only thing is, I want you to touch me. I want it very much. Like this."

She took his hand and pushed it up her skirt and between her legs till it rested on a pussy that was only just covered by thin fabric. He felt the warmth of her soft flesh, but didn't stay and gently pulled his hand away.

"Ella, my love, don't do this. You're going to be married to a nice man in a couple of days, why would you want to have a fling with me? You're a lovely girl and it would undoubtedly be more than pleasant to make love to you, but it's all wrong, and we both know it."

"You don't understand. Phil has never touched me, not properly, neither has any other boy, and I'm scared of making a mess of it. I've fallen for you, but I know it won't go anywhere, I'm not really your type, but please show me how to make love. I want you to be my first."

The girl was in tears, and Chris put his arm round her and held her close.

"I'm not going to be your first, you keep your virginity for Phil."

"Please Chris, at least touch me so I know what to expect."

"God forgive me, I shouldn't do this, but I'll touch you and hope you don't regret it later."

There was a settee in the office. It had been in the building, along with some other furniture, when Chris had taken it over, and he had kept it and used it occasionally to sleep on when he worked late on a major project. He led Ella across to it and they sat side by side. His arm was round her, and he kissed her gently. He slid his hand onto her chest, and felt the soft, braless, movement of her small breast. He opened the buttons on her blouse and drew it open, uncovering small, firm, white breasts, with coral pink nipples. His fingers traced patterns on her warm flesh, before finding her nipples and squeezing them into tumescent life. He dropped hi head down, and took one of the nipples between his lips, drawing a large part of her breast into his mouth, where his tongue raked the skin, causing her to gasp with pleasure. He spent a few more moments nibbling and tweaking her nipples, before drawing back, then kneeling before her. He pushed up her skirt, revealing a very brief pair of panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, and she lifted her bottom as he pulled the panties down her thighs, then lower and removed them entirely.

She was sitting with her legs together and he gently parted them, uncovering a pretty vulva partly hidden under a thin cover of blond hairs. He began caressing her thighs, then bent and began kissing her, first one side, then the other, and slowly mounting towards her sex. When he felt the tickling of the hair on his nose, he started to lick her in the groove between her thighs and her outer lips. At last he moved nearer her centre, now his tongue tracing a path around her pussy lips before finally pressing between them. Now he traced a path up and down the entry to her vagina and up to the underside of her clitoris, which he could feel starting to swell and protrude from its protective shield. He closed his lips over the growing bud, and, at the same time, he brought his finger up to her pussy lips and very softly pressed inwards till his finger slipped inside the entry to her vagina which, by now, was slippery from the juice flowing down. As he probed a little further he could feel the barrier of her hymen, but his first finger would just pass through, and he could feel the rougher skin of her G-spot.

All this activity had had the desired effect on Ella. She was moaning quietly and her body was writhing under his touch, her hips lifting and falling. Then she cried out more loudly and her back arched as her vagina contracted against his finger. He stayed still while she quietened down, then withdrew from her. Crouched in front of her he smiled up at her flushed face.

"I rather think you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"That's never happened to me before -- that must be my first orgasm. Aren't you going to go on and finish what you've started?"

"No, Ella, darling girl. That's for Phil to do. All I hope is that you know what can be done to turn you on, and you can gently persuade him to do it for you."

"Please, just one more thing. Will you show me your thing, your penis. I've never seen one, only pictures."

Chris stood up and slid his jeans and underpants down so she could see his cock. It had been firm while he had been caressing her, but down it hung in a semi flaccid state, still quite an impressive sight.

"They vary in size quite a lot, mine is fairly big, I've been told. And when it gets excited, it grows a lot and sticks out hard, so it can push into a pussy. Oh, and it leaks a bit of liquid to lubricate it before it goes in, and it can get a bit messy. As you can see, it's wet now."

"Did touching me excite it, then?"

"Of course it did, touching a sexy girl like you gets it aroused quite easily."

"May I touch it, please?"

He moved nearer her, and she cautiously stroked the slippery surface, with predictable results as it began to swell. He took her hand and enclosed it round the now firmer member, and, as she held him, it grew firm and upright. He showed her how moving her hand downwards retracted his foreskin, exposing his glistening glans.

"I think that's enough, pleasant though it is. Now, let's get dressed and I'll give you a lift home. I hope I've done the right thing, and you'll have a lovely time in bed with that big man of yours."

They tidied themselves up, they shared a very brief kiss, then he took her to her flat before driving home and treating himself to a soak in a hot bath, accompanied by a long, slow stroking of his deprived cock as he recalled her pretty pussy, till he emptied his balls in a comprehensive way. That was the end of any sexual relationship with Ella, though, when she returned to work after her honeymoon, she did give him a big kiss, a huge smile, and just the words "Thank you -- it worked!"

Life continued at the company at a fairly frantic pace, as Chris was successful in obtaining new contracts, involving plenty of long hours -- for which Chris always paid a premium -- and he found he was spending a lot of time working with Maureen. One weekend they worked together all through Saturday creating a presentation to be made to a client. They finished just after seven o'clock, and he announced that it was time to celebrate.

"Come on, that's enough. Let's go and have a meal, we've earned it."

"Thanks Chris, but I'll just go home if you don't mind."

"Yes I do mind. Unless you've got a prior engagement, I want you to come out for a meal with me. I'll claim it on expenses and I'll pay you overtime for the time it takes. So there!"

"No, I haven't got a prior engagement, it's just that....."

"It's just that you think I'm chatting you up, and that this is a date. Well, it isn't. It's just that we've both worked our socks off on this job, and I wanted to relax over a meal and a drink with very valued colleague."

"Sorry Chris, of course I'll come with you -- but you won't claim it on expenses and I'll pay half."

"Well if those are your terms, let's go before you change your mind."

They walked to a local gastropub and had an excellent steak, accompanied by a bottle of very presentable claret. Over the meal, relaxed a little by the wine, Maureen was far more open about her personal life than usual. He knew the basic details, her age, education, and that she was single with no children, but that was really all. Now she told him a bit more, how her parents had died in a car crash when she was at university, that she lived alone in the family home with only occasional contacts with her only brother. They shared the same musical tastes, mainly classical, especially opera -- but not modern composers. He suggested to her that they might go together to a concert or an opera, and she didn't actually decline, though she didn't sound over enthusiastic. 

He changed the subject and asked her what she did in her spare time. She told him she had tried various sports over the years, but her hand/eye coordination was poor so she had tried athletics, but wasn't good enough at anything to compete.

"So all that leaves is walking, which I rather like. It's a bit dodgy for a woman to walk alone, and I tried going with a walking group, but I wasn't very enamoured of the company. Then when I moved here to live in our old house I got friendly with the couple next door who were walking fanatics, so I joined them on their weekend jaunts -- at least, when you weren't making me work. Sadly, Jim had a stroke, and now Carol spends all her time looking after him. She and I have little strolls together, but she's not happy to go anywhere very interesting without a man to support us, even when she's got someone in to sit with Jim, so it's all a bit..well, flat."

"I don't suppose I could....no, forget I spoke."

"Go on, you've got me interested now."

"Well, I was going to suggest that I might walk with you, but I guess you wouldn't much want that -- I mean with both of you."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Sorry Maureen, you give me the feeling that you are basically scared of men -- men in general, not just me in particular."

"Right, that does it. What are you doing tomorrow? How about about a ten mile stroll in the country near Warsingham. There's a pub half way round where we can get a drink and a bite to eat."

"You're on. I'll pick you both up at 9.30. Now I'll get a taxi and take you home, I think the waiter's hoping we'll soon go."

When they arrived at her home, he made no attempt to escort her to the door, much less kiss her goodnight, just a wave goodbye and a promise to be there in good time in the morning. 

Next morning he had to get up early and get a bus into his office so he could pick up his car. He had dug out a pair of walking shoes and socks that he had bought many years before, but hadn't much used. He had found a rucksack into which he put some waterproofs and a bottle of water, and had dressed in jeans and a tee shirt with a big sweater, though the day promised to be warm and sunny.

When he arrived at Maureen's house, she came out alone.

"Carol's cried off, so we'll have to cancel, I'm afraid."

"Well now, I've got all psyched up for this, why can't you come. I promise to behave myself, I won't try and take advantage of your youth and innocence."

"You've really got a bloody cheek -- youth and innocence indeed. At least I'm old enough and experienced enough t know when someone's taking the piss. All right, I'll go and get my gear."

She fetched her rucksack and put on her walking shoes and he drove them the few miles before they came to a parking area, where they left the car and began their walk. She had brought a map with her, saying that she preferred paper to the digital wonders of a satnav programme on her mobile phone -- though she carried that as backup. The path was well defined, but after a while they entered a narrow section between high hedges where they walked in single file, with her in the lead. She was wearing jeans which, while no means skin tight, clung enough to highlight her attractive arse, and, as she walked, her buttocks rose and fell in a delightful way. Chris remembers his uncles phrase -- 'Like two ferrets fighting in a sack' -- and grinned to himself. After a bit the track widened, and they could walk side by side again.

"That part's a bit unsociable." she said.

"That's OK, it was worth it for the view."

"What view? Oh....you are incorrigible, Chris."

"Sorry. At least I didn't take a photo this time."

"I've still got the ones you took on my phone."

"I thought you were going to delete them."

"No, they might be useful as evidence some time. Now shut up and let's walk."

So they walked together, Chris not admitting that ten miles was making his feet more than a little sore, and resolved to buy some new up market footwear before repeating the exercise. They had a pleasant meal at a local pub, and, when they finally arrived back at her home, she agreed that she would like to repeat the exercise, with or without her neighbour. As a result, the next weekend saw them setting off for another walk, again on quiet country paths, Maureen noting, without comment, that Chris was sporting new shoes of a well renowned -- and expensive -- brand.

Because the weather had been bad for the last few days, with an unfavourable forecast, they had the walk to themselves. After they had walked some miles, they were traversing a quiet wooded section, when Maureen said "I need a pee."

"Carry on, you can go behind the bushes and I promise not to look. I could do with one myself."

"I'll do it here. You don't need to look away."

Chris was startled by this. Did she really want him to watch her pissing? She must do, or she wouldn't suggest it. And if she wanted him to watch her, did she want to watch him? He had no idea what was going through her mind, but thought -- what the hell, let's go with it.

While he was pondering the obscure functioning of the female mind, she undid the belt of her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles. Then followed a pair of plain white knickers, and with no further ado she squatted down in front of him. She had pulled up her tee shirt, and gave him a view of her naked belly and a triangle of pubic hair above her bare thighs. He could also see the curve of her arse, and then the stream of yellowish liquid began. He hesitated no longer and undid his jeans' zip and fished out his fairly substantial penis. He saw her watching him intently as he, too, began to piss.

No word was spoken as they both relieved themselves, then, when she had finished she just stood up, pulled up her garments and tidied herself up, while he shook off the last few drops from his cock, and also made himself decent. Again, he had not the first idea what to say, so he just said "That's better" and they renewed their walk. After a while they reached the pub at the mid point of their walk and settled themselves down with a ploughman's lunch (for the uninitiated, a ploughman's lunch used to be just bread, cheese and, perhaps, pickles, but now it tends to come with all sorts of trimmings, salad etc.) and a pint of excellent beer brewed on the premises. At last she spoke.

"What do you suppose made me do that?"

"I was hoping you would tell me -- I'm totally confused."

"I don't know -- it just seemed to be the right thing to do at the time, now it just seems ludicrous. Go on, try some amateur psychoanalysis, see if you can come up with something."

"God, this is hard. I've been thinking about it and I can only conclude that -- no, first, let me say I think you are deep down scared of men. If that's right, then I can only guess that you were either trying to show me that you could display yourself at your most vulnerable physically because you wanted to say that you aren't scared of me or...that you were offering yourself to me. Otherwise I've no idea."

"I think you are probably in the right area, one day I'll know and I'll tell you. Anyway, did you enjoy the view."

"Couldn't see much, except to confirm your arse looks very wholesome. How about you?"

"I've never seen a man do that before. I never thought you'd have to shake the drips off, but it makes sense. Let's talk about something else, shall we."

After lunch they continued their walk. At one stage they were walking along the edge of an escarpment, and the path had been partly washed away during the recent heavy rains, and they had to scramble over a pile of boulders and scree. He went ahead and, at one point where it was particularly rough he took her hand and helped her climb over the rocks. Afterwards they walked a little way before she said:

"May I have my hand back please. You seem to still be holding it."

"He stopped and lifted his hand with hers, and looked down at it.

"Well, so I do. I must say it's a very nice hand, and I rather enjoy holding it. I suspect I'd also enjoy it if it were to touch me -- shall we say, inappropriately, some time."

"You really are a bloody fool at times, Chris. And, by the way, I've decided I'm not frightened of you, not a lot anyway."

They finished their walk and drove back to her house. He opened the boot for her to recover her rucksack and, as she turned to leave he pulled her back by the arm and gave her the briefest of gentle kisses on her soft lips, before saying goodbye and taking his leave of her.

It was several weeks before they were able to walk together again. They had been frantically busy at work, and their social life was very restricted. They did have a couple of meals after work, but Chris was still careful not to try making any advances to her. He realised that he had become very fond of her and, in spite of the age difference, he was hoping for a long term relationship. He need not have had any doubts, as she had fallen for him in a big way, but she had regretfully decided that there was no chance he could be anything more than a friend.

At last there came a lull in the work, and he decided that, not only could they find time for a walk together, but they could do it in mid-week. She had told him that there was a walk she had done many years before and she particularly wanted to do it with him, so that was what they set out to do. The walk took them across some heathland, where they stopped for a few minutes to observe and listen to the many birds that frequented the peaceful area. Then they moved into some woodland, and she led him down an almost invisible track till the y came to a small, grassy clearing, lit by the bright sun. There she stopped, and unstrapped the rucksack she was carrying. She opened it and took out a thin rug, which she spread out on the floor.

Chris was puzzled by her actions, as they did not normally bother with what they sat on when they stopped for a picnic lunch, as they had planned for today. But her next actions completely blew his mind. Not to put too fine a point on it, she undressed. It was in no way a striptease, she just slowly and deliberately took her clothes off, her shoes and socks, her sweater, her jeans, her bra and then her knickers, while he stood and watched, dumbfounded. The body that was revealed to him wasn't going to make the centrefold of a soft porn magazine, but it was, nevertheless, very easy on the eye. Her breasts were not big, not small, just two very pleasant handfuls, still showing no sign of sag, with dark pink nipples slightly upturned. She carried little excess weight, but her hips were wide and enclosed a stomach that was gently rounded and capped a triangle of dark hair covering her vulva. Her legs were long and strong, substantial thighs widely parted at their junction. 

As he feasted his eyes on this pleasant sight, she lay down on the rug, parted her legs to display her vulva lips peeping through the furry surround, and held her arms up to him. She uttered just one word.

"Please."

He didn't need a second invitation, but stripped off his own clothes, then lay beside her. 

"Maureen, darling, are......."

"Please Chris, don't ask, don't talk, just do. No foreplay, no chatter, just stick your cock in me and fuck me."

He was trying hard to imagine what mental torment must have made her decide to take such drastic action, but guessed correctly that, if he didn't do as she asked, she would be totally traumatised. He wasn't convinced that he could perform in these circumstances, but could feel that he was getting some sort of arousal. He also guessed that, without some sort of arousal, she would be dry, and that penetration would be uncomfortable for both of them. To try and solve these problems, he knelt between her widespread thighs and moved so that his large, but still floppy appendage was resting on her vulva. Supporting his weight on one hand, with the other he held his cock and began to rub it along the length of her lips, with the expected result that it began to harden significantly. Not only that, but he quickly began to leak pre-cum, which made it easier to slide it between her outer lips and to rub it along her inner lips and across her clitoral shield. He heard a small intake of breath from her, so he rubbed the tip of his cock firmly along her vagina lips till they parted enough for him to feel them begin to surround it, and he pressed a little till he could see the tip begin to penetrate her and feel his foreskin being pushed back.

He paused for a few moments, then pushed in a little further. It was not a smooth process, her vagina was still dry but his lubrication was making the entry a little easier. He paused for a while, then withdrew slightly before pushing in again. He repeated the process, pressing a little further into her tight passage, movement becoming easier as his pre-cum was joined by some of her own fluid, and he sensed that she was accepting him more easily. Looking at her face, her eyes were closed, and initially she winced at every movement, but now she seemed, if not happy, at least more relaxed, as though she was tolerating him rather than just hoping it would soon be over.

At last his cock had completed its journey to its full length, and was pressing against her cervix, and his stomach was firmly pressed against the soft bulge of her pubis. Now his movements became longer as he withdrew till his glans was about to slip out, before once again slipping in to her full depth. Her lubrication was making things easier and more enjoyable, and he began to move quicker, till he was thrusting fast. She was making small grunts as he drove home harder into her, but she seemed to be at least tolerating him without discomfort. He guessed there was little point in trying to bring her to orgasm, that she just wanted to find out if sex could be, if not pleasant, at least not unpleasant, so he decided just to go for his own orgasm and soon reached the glory strokes as his juice was jetted deep into her.

He stayed on her for a few moments. Her eyes, which she had kept shut throughout, were now opened, and , as he gazed at her, she smiled and said "Thank you." He smiled back, relieved that she seemed not to have found the experience too unpleasant, and, as he felt his cock soften and slide out of her, he rolled over to lay beside her. He didn't quite know what to say, so he decided on discretion and waited for her to speak. What she said he found more than surprising.

"Thirty years ago to this day I came here as a thirteen year old with my Uncle Alf. He had been around all my life, and I got on very well with him. We quite often took long walks together, and we had found this spot when we were exploring the woods together. We came here several times -- it was our secret place -- and we used to bring some snacks and a drink with us and sit here and enjoy the peace and quiet, disturbed only by the bird song. But, this time was different. He said that, as it was a lovely day, we could enjoy the sunshine better if it shone on all of our bodies, and we should take our clothes off. I was a bit dubious, but as he began to strip I felt I should join him, and soon we were both naked."

"Then he began to stroke my body, and I was suddenly rigid with fear. I had never been touched before and was totally confused. Before I realised what he was doing, he spread my legs and rammed into me. It hurt like hell. I didn't actually do anything to stop him, so I suppose it wasn't strictly rape."

"I'm no lawyer, but having sex with a young girl against her will sounds like rape to me. What happened next?"

"I just got up, grabbed my clothes, and ran away as fast as I could. I stopped long enough to dress, then ran all the way home. There was no one at home, so I just rushed upstairs and got into the shower to try and wash off every trace of where he had touched me, including the blood stains on my legs. Then I put on clean clothes and hid the clothes I had been wearing -- only knickers, shirt and shorts -- and later on I threw them into a waste bin. When Uncle Alf came back, I got a kitchen knife and pointed it at him, and told him that if he ever touched me again I would kill him -- and I honestly think I would have done. We didn't see much of him after that, can't think why!"

"You poor thing. Didn't you tell your parents?"

"I didn't tell anyone. I felt dirty and ashamed at myself, somehow I thought it was partly my fault. Anyway, I never let another boy or man touch me, certainly not intimately -- until today".

"Well, I'm pleased that it was I who was chosen. But I think that sooner or later someone may come this way, so perhaps we should get some clothes on, or I may start touching you inappropriately again".

He drew her to her feet, then held her naked body against him as he kissed her, a long soft kiss. Then they dressed and walked on for a bit, in silence. They both had so much to say to each other, but didn't quite know where to start. Then she broke the silence.

"It's your fault, anyway. It was you touching my bum, after you'd taken those dirty pictures."

"It wasn't much of a touch, and not very dirty pictures."

"Not to you, it may not have been, but it gave me a sort of...I dunno, tingly, feeling. And all of a sudden I felt I wanted more, and that perhaps you might give it to me. Trust me to fall for a man fifteen years younger than I am who isn't likely to want to get too involved with an old bag like me."

"I reckon you're fishing for compliments. You know perfectly well that you are an attractive woman -- especially naked -- and fifteen years is nothing. If you mean you've fallen for me, then it's mutual. Let's take things as they come, but right now I want to take you home and find out much more about you -- I want to caress and kiss and lick and nibble every little part of you."

"Not really everywhere, surely?"

"Yes, even there!"

"Oh, I see. It sounds a bit....sort of disgusting."

"Hopefully, you'll be pleasantly surprised. I hadn't thought, I suppose that, apart from the fact that you don't have a hymen any more, in reality you're still a virgin. That's a first for me." 

They stopped after a bit to eat their lunch, then continued back to her house. Again, they didn't speak about the total change in their relationship until they were inside. "I need a shower and a clean pair of knickers -- I didn't realise that I'd be leaking your disgusting liquid after sex, or I'd have mopped myself up. Anyway, I'm hot and sweaty, so I'll go and sanitise myself."

"Is your shower big enough for two?"

"I suppose so, it's quite big. Why?"

"Because it would save water if I came and showered with you, and you can wash my back."

"I hardly know you, aren't you being a bit forward?"

"I can't think of a nicer way to get to know each other, except for what might happen on your bed afterwards."

"Now you're scaring me, please promise you won't do anything naughty."

"I'll be as good as gold, trust me."

They went up stairs to the bathroom, where there was indeed a large shower compartment.

"Undress me, please."

He was only too willing to oblige, and he helped her out of her sweater and jeans, then unhooked her bra, freeing her lovely breasts, and he gave each nipple a quick kiss before sliding her knickers down her legs. He could see the hair around her pussy was encrusted with his fluid that had leaked out of her. He made no comment, but stripped off his own clothes and turned on the shower. When it ran hot, they stepped under it, the big spray head soon soaking both of them.

He was very conscious that for her, despite her age, intimate contact with a man was a new and, perhaps, a little scary for her, so he resisted his impulse to run his hands all over her body and to invade her intimate parts. Instead, he took the soap and began to wash her back. After her shoulders he moved down, very gently caressing her, feeling the curve of her waist, then the pleasantly rounded and firm globes of her behind. He let his fingers run just into the crack of her arse, but did not penetrate at all deeply.

"Would you like me to do any more?"

"No, that's fine, I can manage the rest. Shall I do your back?"

"That would be nice."

They both turned, and she soaped his back, very cautiously descending to see to his buttocks. She gave him a squeeze, then told him to finish himself. He turned so that he was facing her, and they both began to wash themselves. The sight of her washing her breasts he found profoundly erotic, and had to concentrate hard on not getting an erection. She continued down and, after a little hesitation, plunged her hand between her legs to wash her vulva, and he could see her fingers parting her lips to clean up the area within. She realised he was watching her, and, when she had finished, she smiled shyly at him. He responded by washing himself, and, when he came to his penis, he carefully withdrew his foreskin to clean underneath. She was fascinated by this action, but said nothing. When they were both finished, he turned off the shower and she produced two big towels so they could dry themselves. When they were finished, Chris took Maureen into his arms, and again felt the soft compliance of her naked body, but this time she was trembling a little.

"What's the matter, darling, you're shaking. You're not scared of me, are you."

"No, I'm not scared of you, but I'm scared about what's going to happen next. Scared how I'll react, what you will think of me, seeing how ignorant I am. Scared a bit, and excited too. Feeling you inside me in the sunshine was a bit of an awakening for me, I'm just hoping my old body won't be a disappointment to you."

"What can I say, except that I'll do my best to make you enjoy making love with me, but if you start going on about having an old body again, I'll wallop your old arse."

"I'll remember that, I don't think I'm into being walloped, though I did read that some women -- and men -- enjoy it."

"Enough talk, let's go and play some fun games."

They went through into her bedroom, and she pulled back the covers on the big double bed, then climbed on and lay down waiting for him. He lay beside her, resting on one elbow so he could look at her, then he leaned over and kissed her. It was a long, slow kiss, and he felt her lips slowly part under his touch, then he slid his tongue over her lips. She backed off a little at first, then relaxed against him again, and he was able to slip his tongue into her warm mouth, then withdrew. He drew back so that he could see her face, then began stroking her shoulders before sliding his hand down so his finger tips could traverse the upper swell of her breasts. 

Although her breasts were flattened somewhat as she lay on her back, the mounds were firm enough to stand proud, and his fingers began to explore the smooth flesh. Soon he approached close to her nipples, dark pink and soft above the lighter pink of her aureoles. He circled the slightly mottled skin, till he brushed across the tips of her nipples, which began to harden. He felt, rather than heard, her quick intake of breath at the unfamiliar touch, as he took the nipples between finger and thumb and gently pulled them, first one, then the other. Now the small buttons grew firm, and were soon standing proudly.

As he fondled her breasts, he began to roam with his kisses, round her neck and across the top of her arms and her chest. As he moved further down, he alternated his kisses with little nibbles with his teeth, and as he moved to her breasts, he was drawing her flesh into his mouth and sucking it between his teeth. At last he came to her aureole, and now he used the tip of his tongue to encircle it, licking gently. Now he began to lick her nipples, softly at first and then more firmly, then his lips surrounded the firm tips before drawing one deep into his mouth and biting her, while raking the tip with his tongue. 

He had no doubt as to her reaction. Though she didn't make a lot of noise, he heard her breath coming in quick gasps when his teeth teased her nipples, and her hand held the back of his head as she pressed him against her. Now he lifted his head and, as they both watched, he moved his hand downwards, stroking across her belly, the curve inwards of her waist, then out over her hips, down to the firm flesh of her thighs. He began to move his fingertips inwards, delving into the inner heat of her thighs, then upwards to feel the swell of her pubis. Now he moved slowly, down through the curly hair, then separating his fingers to probe into the grooves between her thighs and the outer lips of her vulva. He slid slowly to and fro, at the same time closing his fingers so that they rose over the plump bulges and then sliding in between her inner and outer lips, squeezing the inner lips together. He was aware that her lips were swelling as they became engorged with blood as she became more aroused, and now he slid a finger in between, stroking her from the base of her vagina, then up to the hood over her clitoris.

As he touched her most sensitive part, she gave a long sigh, and her body pushed up against his hand. She was becoming totally aroused, and he leant forward and thrust his tongue into her slit, then swept up to engulf her growing clit between his lips, while at the same time sliding his finger into her vagina, which he found to be slippery with her juices. He began to slide his finger in and out while he sucked at her clit and his other hand was pulling and twisting her nipples. She was whimpering with the excitement of a whole new bunch of physical sensations that was wracking her body and the anticipation of what was to come.

He realised that her orgasm was near, so he moved up her body until his penis was lodged along the length of her slit, and rubbing against her clit. He was supporting his upper body on his upper arms and watched as he moved down a little till he saw he was resting against her slippery inner lips, and he pressed forward a little and felt his glans slide in between them and begin its path into her vagina. He didn't penetrate far, then withdrew a little, then forward again, each forward thrust entering a little further into the tight sheath surrounding him. Unlike their first coupling, this time she was fully aroused and her flowing juices smoothed his path, and at last he felt the end of his cock pushing against her cervix as their pubic hairs intermingled and his pubis was firmly against hers.

"Are you OK?"

"More than you can guess. Just do it for me, I think I'm going to explode soon."

Her voice was breathless, and as he began to move more quickly she suddenly grabbed his body and pulled him hard against her as her back arched and thrust up against him as her orgasm swept through her. He could feel her shaking, and her vagina was pulsing on his cock. As she quietened a little he now started to thrust harder into her. He was close to his finale, and he slid his hands under her back and grasped her arse cheeks, then he locked firmly against her while he felt the rush of his ejaculation from his balls and up the length of his cock to flood into her welcoming passage. He rested on her for a while, their bodies slippery with sweat, and gasping from the intensity of their congress, their heads buried in each others shoulders. Then he raised himself and kissed her softly. She was smiling up at him, her lips parted and her eyes glistening with tears.

"I never guessed it could be like that. I knew most women enjoy sex, but didn't believe I would ever actually welcome a man into my body. And now I know what an orgasm is -- I thought that was just a story that women put about to make men feel happy as they do their squirty bit, but now I know that I've got feelings inside me that are amazingly strong. The only problem is that I want to do it again just to make sure."

"In case no one ever told you, while you women can have orgasms as often as someone winds up your elastic -- or you do it for yourself -- it takes a bit longer for men to recover, but now and again we can go again a bit more quickly. Which is fine when the woman wants to go now.......and again.........and again..."

"So is this one of those times?"

"Well, even if I can't go -- which I well might -- there's nothing to stop me helping you to enjoy yourself."

"Chris, darling, I'm so innocent -- well, ignorant -- so please show me what to do and teach me how to be your sex slave."

"Idiot -- I can't see you as anybody's slave. But it could be fun to try a few different ways of getting to the same place -- the great cumming. It would be a good idea if you found out a bit about how I work, so let's give you a chance to have a good look. Come and sit on my face."

"WHAT!"

It's like this. If you kneel over my head, you can examine my working parts while I get a good look at you -- sort of, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'."

Somewhat doubtfully she manoeuvred herself so that she was kneeling over him, her vulva spread wide above his face. She leaned forwards to get a good look at his genitals.

"May I touch?"

"Go ahead, you'll find that the skin over the pointed bit pulls back, it's a bit more sensitive under there, and don't squeeze my balls too hard, they can be a bit sensitive."

She duly discovered the wondrous architecture of a penis, and soon found how it grew under her touch. 

"It's getting a bit on the large size. Is that normal?"

"As far as I know it's about average. No one's ever complained, but I understand you women are stretchy inside so it doesn't really matter a lot how big it is."

"I certainly felt I was pretty well filled up, so I guess you are right. Anyway, it's a nice toy to play with. Does it like being kissed?"

"Let's put it this way -- I reckon it enjoys lips and tongues as much as your lady bits seem to. Just don't bite, please."

She giggled, then he felt her lips touching him, then her tongue began to stroke and explore the length and girth of his "average" cock -- in fact, on the big side of average without being huge. He felt her fingers pull back his foreskin slowly, then her lips brushed over his exposed glans before she very cautiously took him into her lips as the tip entered her mouth. It wasn't exactly a blow job, but was nevertheless most enjoyable and he felt it his duty to respond in kind.

Her spread pussy lips were glistening from her juice plus his own, which was slowly leaking out of her. He raised his head to bring his tongue into contact with her and he licked up the oozing fluid, tasting the mixture of their two liquids and opening her lips wider. Then he began licking from her vagina lips up to her clitoris, then returning. He was looking at her dark anus, and he quickly licked across its surface. He was doubtful as to whether she was ready for this, so he concentrated his efforts on her vulva, but at the same time he slid one hand over her firm buttock and down between her cheeks till his finger was brushing the crinkled orifice and he gently pressed against it. He felt her stop her sucking of his cock while she felt this alien touch. He moved his finger to slide it into her pussy to pick up the slippery juice, then back to her anus, where he pressed gently till it eased open enough to let him enter up to the first knuckle. He decided that that was enough this time, and withdrew his hand, but approached with his tongue which he pressed firmly enough to allow a little penetration. 

Then he returned to her vulva, and this time he concentrated on her clitoris, sucking and nibbling on the engorged button. At the same time he slid his finger into her pussy, searching around till he felt the roughness of her G spot. The combination of the two actions was enough to light her fire, not hindered by the fact that his other hand was tweaking each of her nipples in turn. Suddenly she released his cock and sat up , which had the effect of pressing her vulva firmly into his face, while at the same time she gushed fluid. He was practically stifled by her weight, but it was not an unpleasant experience. He felt her body pulsing above him as it was wracked her with the spasms of her orgasm. She wasn't making a lot of noise, but, even with his ears covered by her firm thighs, he could hear her moaning, and then a long sigh of release as the waves of pleasure overcame her, and then she collapsed down on top of him.

After a bit, he lifted her from him, and, at his suggestion, she turned round so that she was poised with her pussy over his rampant cock. She guided him to enter between her vagina lips, then, so, so, slowly she lowered her self so her lovely vagina engulfed him. She rested still on top of him, and he reached up to caress her breasts.

"What happens now? I'm new to this."

"Well, one of us has to get some action going. Try and see if you can move up and down without me slipping out. If we're clever, I can move against you and we should get a rhythm going."

She did as he said, and, after a false start which caused him to fall out and have to be reinserted, they did manage to move together, and gradually speeded up. He was tweaking her nipples, then slid one hand between their bodies to find her clitoris, which he rubbed rapidly with predictable results. He was close to cumming, but managed to hold back till he saw her head throw back as she reached orgasm again, and he grasped her hips and thrust up into her hard and fast. He felt the imminent rush of his semen from his balls and along his length to spurt into her waiting pussy.

She collapsed on top of him, their sweat soaked bodies clutched to each other. After a while, she rolled off him, and lay beside him. They were looking in to each others' eyes, neither speaking, just enjoying the afterglow of their coupling. She was trying to take in the enormity of suddenly having her life totally changed, physically and mentally, while he was realising that his feelings for this woman were way beyond anything he had experienced with the other women whose beds he had shared. Then he realised that there were tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter, love? Why are you getting teary?"

"Sorry, Chris, it's just that this is too good. I can't think you'll want to do this with me for long, and I'll...."

"You do talk rubbish sometimes. Why the hell wouldn't I want to do it for ever? It's the best sex I've ever had, and you're the first woman I've ever..."

"Ever what?"

"I'm scared to say this, but this is the first time I've ever.....fallen in love."

"Oh, come on, I'm way too old for you, you won't want a long relationship with an old hag like me."

"This is the sort of discussion that could go on for hours. There's only one way to find out, and if I'm willing to give it a go, why can't you. However, I've just realised what the time is and that at least one of needs to turn up to work tomorrow, or rather today, and it had better be me. That means I've got to go home and get a bit of sleep and put on some office gear -- I can't go in wearing shorts and a tee shirt, so I'll have to leave your delightful body, and don't you dare try and tempt me to assault you again."

"My bed's going to seem very empty without you, but I suppose you are right, and I'll be at work as well, trying not to look like the cat that's got the cream."

He reluctantly left her, and next day they both arrived at work on time. That night he returned to her house, and they made love till the small hours, only this time he didn't go home, and this became the pattern of their life. However, they managed to keep up a façade of a boss/employer relationship while they were working their way towards a settled relationship. This rather fell apart one day when he thoughtlessly gave her bottom an affectionate squeeze when most of the staff were in the office. Pauline, of course, noticed, and wasn't going to let it go unremarked.

"I thought we'd agreed that in depth arse groping is inappropriate. That was definitely more than just a friendly pat -- and why should she get special attention, isn't my arse good enough for you?"

As she said that, she turned round and gave him a salacious wiggle of her rear end.

"Very nice, dear, but I don't think my fiancée would approve."

"What fiancée?" This a somewhat startled squeak from Maureen.

"Oh, sorry, didn't I mention it."

He went to his desk and took out a box, which he opened in front of her.

"It's my granny's engagement ring. She gave it to me just a few days before she died, and told me to give it to the first girl I fell in love with, so will you wear it for me, please?"

You can work out the rest for yourselves.