This is the first story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity. You should read
part 1
first.
Chronologically this series comes before "Adam in Asia".
This is a work of fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome.
The week started badly.
Monday morning was chaos. Mum and Helen needed to get to the university and Maggie had to be delivered to her activity program. Because her new job didn't start until Tuesday Jennie had agreed to organise her sister. Four women and one bathroom is not a great combination. I stayed out of the way until Jennie returned. With her sister out of the way, we were able to spend the day in bed.
Tuesday was worse than Monday. Firstly, Jennie also had to get work and secondly, I was on my own all day. I went to the cinema and saw two films.
Wednesday was shaping up to be even worse than Tuesday. I had watched the movies that I wanted to see so my options were hanging around the house or shopping centre. Neither was attractive, so I opted to go into town. Mistake. It started raining like crazy as soon as I got there. I went straight back home. On the way I realised that I should have asked Kate if she wanted to meet up. Too late now. I would call her that evening.
A young woman got off the bus ahead of me. It was Esha, the girl from the chemist's who lived opposite Helen's house. She was as drenched as I was.
"Looks like you went out without a coat too."
"How can you tell?" she asked with a straight face.
"Just a hunch," I replied. "You're Esha, aren't you? Jennie told me your name. I'm staying at her house this summer.
"Oh, I'm Adam by the way."
Light dawned.
"You were in the shop the other day buying ..." she tailed off giving me a knowing smile.
"Aren't you working today?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.
"No, Dad sometimes allows me a day off.
"Would you like a coffee to warm up?" she asked.
That was an unexpected development but "sure, why not? If you don't mind a soggy visitor."
Esha led me through to the kitchen, put the kettle on, and went to fetch some towels. Although we weren't dripping any more, our clothes were clinging tightly. The outline of Esha's nipples was visible through her shirt and bra.
She glanced down and grinned. "Perhaps we should get out of these wet clothes. I can put yours in the dryer if you want."
Even more unexpected. "Um, OK, that sounds like a good idea."
I hesitated; 'Bold Adam' was seemingly absent.
She pulled her shirt over her head, "there's no need to be shy."
"Er, no, you're right. There's no point."
We stood facing each other, gaze locked together until Esha stooped to pick up our clothes. I watched as she crouched to load the dryer.
"Let's go upstairs."
I admired Esha's bum as I followed her slight frame up the stairs. In her bedroom she turned to me, standing on tiptoe as we embraced, my stiff cock pressed between us.
"Mmm, that feels good."
I bent over to kiss her, my tongue pushing against her mouth in a way that would have been alien to me a few weeks before. She responded in kind.
Our height difference made it an uncomfortable position, so we lay down on the bed, exploring each other's bodies with mouths and hands. Esha seemed fascinated by my cock, as if contemplating the size of it. I'm not the largest but I wondered if it might be too much for her.
I need not have worried.
She clamped her legs behind me as I thrust into her over and over until we both came, gasping for breath. I flopped on the bed beside her.
"Are you working tomorrow?" I asked.
"Afraid so, but maybe we could meet up next Wednesday?"
"That sounds good", I nodded.
In bed that evening Jennie was delighted at the confirmation of Esha's wanton behaviour and my enthusiastic replay of the events described.
~
The weather was better the next morning, so I decided to go into town again.
I was walking through the square when somebody called my name. It was Frances. I was surprised to see her as I assumed she would be with Imogen at her Granny's. We exchanged the usual greetings. I told her I was bored.
"If you like you could come up to the house. I need help moving some soil; I'd be happy to pay you."
The work didn't sound like fun, but getting paid did.
By the front driveway, there was a pallet loaded with sacks. Each one had to be taken to the back garden and then emptied into a raised bed. They were too awkward and heavy for one person, so I understood why Frances wanted some help. Soon we were both dripping with sweat.
"I'll make some lunch. Why don't you have a swim to cool down?"
Lunch sounds good, but I don't have my trunks with me," I objected.
She looked at me, a smirk on her face. "That didn't seem to be a problem the other day."
"Good point."
This could get interesting.
I stripped off, rinsed off the worst of the sweat under the outdoor shower, and jumped into the pool. Frances put some sandwiches on the outside table, then undressed and showered before we ate. It was both weird and comfortable to sit naked with her.
We talked about what I was hoping to do for a career and her job as a freelance photographer. I complimented on the landscape pictures that lined the main hallway.
She sighed, "Those are the ones that I like taking, but the money is in pets, children, 'boudoir' - that's middle-aged women in their undies - and weddings. I avoid those; far too stressful."
"Actually, would you like to help me over the next few weeks? Somebody to help carry the gear on shoots would be useful."
"Why not, I have nothing better to do."
And so it was done. I became a temporary photographer's assistant.
We sealed the deal with a dip in the pool. And a kiss. And a grope. And yes, we screwed.
Frances' body was different than the four younger women I had been with so far. Her skin was softer, more giving. But I found it no less exciting, no less pleasurable, no less desirable.
~
For the first time that week, I had a good reason to go into town. I was going to meet Kate. We met outside the burger bar, my usual haunt, the place where I spent so many hours there should be a plaque with my name on it.
We hugged and I asked, "What would you like to do?"
Kate gave me a shy glance "How about we go back to my place?"
To a horny 17-year-old like me, the implication was obvious, she wanted to have sex. I was happy to oblige.
Happily, she lived only a short bus ride away.
Inside the flat, we could hardly wait to rip our clothes off. Still half-dressed we stumbled into her bedroom, pausing to complete the task before throwing ourselves onto her bed. Kate's substantial boobs attracted my attention first. Her large areolae puckered at my first touch; I sucked eagerly on each in turn before running my tongue down her body and through her black bush to her pussy.
She bucked beneath me as I touched her clit, swirling around it while my fingers pushed inside her, feeling the wetness, enjoying the warmth. I broke away to retrieve a condom from my jeans, then entered her enthusiastically, driving in hard and deep, until we both came, collapsing in a sweaty heap.
~
On Monday morning Frances picked me up for my first assignment as her assistant. We were going to photograph a horse. A task she laughingly described as a 'nail-gun job'. Which was an odd way to talk about what she said were her favourite animals to capture on film.
"They seem interested in what's happening. Dogs won't sit still, and cats just don't want to be there."
I wasn't sure why I was there. We were able to park in the stable yard and there wasn't much equipment needed. I mentioned this on the way back. She told me not to worry. The problem was that it wasn't always clear how much help she would want. Today had turned out to be an easy gig, not all would.
Frances asked if I'd like to learn about photography. Of course, I said yes. She explained the need to balance between aperture, shutter speed, and film rating, and the importance of focus. It seemed clear, but I knew that it couldn't be that easy.
On the way home we stopped at a local beauty spot high on the Downs. In the car park, Frances loaded a new reel of film into her camera and then gave me a quick explanation of the controls.
She posed, leaning against a tree, then a rock, and finally with the open landscape behind her. At her direction, I took several shots each time varying the aperture. For the final set, Frances unbuttoned her blouse to give me a flash of boob.
Back at her house, it wasn't long before we were naked in the pool once again.
~
I woke on Wednesday morning thinking back to the previous week when a sudden rainstorm had brought Esha and me together. Sadly, there was unlikely to be a re-run today as I would be helping Frances. We were working in her studio when the doorbell rang. She was sorting through some negatives; I was waiting for my next task.
"Could you get that?" she asked.
A middle-aged woman was on the doorstep, a holdall at her feet. Not a Jehovah's Witness.
"Oh hello," she cooed. "I wasn't expecting you, is Frances here?"
"Yes, she's busy with something in the studio. Can I help?"
"I expect she's getting ready for my shoot. Show me the way!" she commanded.
This was odd. Frances hadn't said anything about shooting a client today, but the woman seemed certain, so I led her through to the studio.
"Hi Pam, what are you doing here?" Frances asked, confusion evident, "your shoot is next week."
"Oh no, that can't be, I'm away on holiday then. It must be today; I want the photos as a gift for my husband. A romantic trip for our anniversary." She gave an exaggerated wink.
Frances was flicking through the diary she kept by the phone.
