Living in a big city, and wanting to make a career in the music industry was not easy. I had to do multiple jobs along with part time gigs and yet focus on my career, training, learning and making music as my top priority.
With all this rush, and non stop juggling around, I was constantly reminded that I was only 19 years old. I had a libido that needed women and their warm, wet, holes. I don't usually look for women, but when there are "Situations" I take full advantage of that.
One such situation came up, when I had to deliver a parcel to a lady in her 30s. "Jasmine Parak" She was a regular at our courier center. She often came by to post, courier, and rarely to pick up and exchange a few packages. All we men could notice was her sexy attire.
She was bold, explicitly dressed most of the time. She looked elegant and well spoken but her clothing was 'barely there' kind. I really like women free of their inhibitions- 'liberated.' I somehow got to see her often as her home was within my sector of delivering packages.
She was short, fair with good long locks of hair until her shoulders. She had a plump ass, plumper lips, and probably around 38DD boobs. How do I know her size? Well, I saw her ordered lingerie and I had to deliver it that day. I had only looked at the parcel scanner and my eyes wandered on the details of the package. Her slim waist and petite frame made her look appealing. She was athletic and flexible whenever she walked or jogged to our courier center.
She knew me by name. "Yug" you are a hot guy she always said. Her eyes caught looking at my face often, and sometimes my veiny hands. I'm fairer than usual guys, with pale vampire-like skin, that always made her look back and admire my not so unique face.
One morning, it was almost about to rain. The clouds were dark and the sky was almost about to pour. I had to deliver something to her house, she let me in. Most mornings she wore short bathrobes, sexy bra panties. My eyes were busy gazing at her curves but soon I heard loud thundering and in a few seconds it started raining.
"Come in, Yug. It's okay. You can wait for a while, until it stops raining." She sweetly said. Her voice was melodious.
I could see her nipples, hard because she wasn't wearing a bra that day, her 38DD was swinging under her robe when she walked towards me. The bathrobe was short and showed her ass. I realized she was a commando down there as well. She probably didn't expect anyone in the house but I was there.
To avoid any further unacceptable actions from my end, I calmed down a bit. I took some initiative and took a few steps towards her. I passed on the parcel to her hands.
"That's all, there was for today mam." I politely said.
She kept looking at me, as if It was not the package but I was. Her eyes wandered over my lips at first, and then my hips. My cock was hard, I know she saw it, she turned around and went to put the box on the table.
"Why don't you try more. I know you want me Yug. You want to use me. Try it now or never." She said without looking at me, with her back to me. I could see her stick her ass out showing her mounds.
I was surprised but not shocked. My young cock twitched without any control. I knew she was a slut in disguise. She wanted cocks. I knew she wanted young men. I only obeyed her. I came behind her, put my hand inside her short robe, between her thighs and felt her pussy.
I was a teenager, always horny, cock hard. I knew her husband was away. She was getting no sex. She often wandered around bars, for sex. Brought men home for nights for fucking. This "situation" was my chance with her pussy. I pushed her against the table, hand still under her robe and pushed two fingers in her wet pussy, started playing with her mons.
She tried to scoot sideways but I was behind her, pulled her robe open and played with her nipples., kissed her neck, she moaned I was about to open my zipper, but we heard the doorbell ring. I didn't free her. I continued grazing over her smooth shaven slit and nibbling at her neck.
