The following story was cobbled together from some of my experiences and those of a close friend. For my part there was indeed a Magda in my life who taught me the wonders of oral sex. The rest of our relationship is based on an experience my friend had with his physiotherapist. Both experiences have generously benefited from our collective imaginations and desires.
The overriding theme of all my stories is exhibitionism and voyeurism. Please be aware though, that I will touch a lot of other bases as well, as this story runs its course. If you are offended by explicit, overt sex, sex between family members, bi or lesbian sex, then maybe it's best you move on. Lastly, there are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. I say this to avoid having each the character declare his or her age in the dialogue. I have a number of chapters already written that I am currently revising, so you won't have to wait too long for new installments. I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so many of my favourite reading topics and I really hope you enjoy it.
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School was out and I was finally done with it, at least until the fall when I would start university. Sadly though, there would be no lazing around for me this summer. The fact was, I needed a summer job.
My parents were very protective of me, especially my mother and they kept me working hard to get top grades and consistently make the honor role each year. This left me little time for socializing because, even in summer, they'd have me in geek camps and enriched summer school. Meeting girls, even though it was a priority for me, hardly ever happened. To make things worse, I was paralyzed with shyness around them and so I was usually out of luck when I did meet someone. I did manage to date a few girls as a teenager but I never made it too far in the love department.
My mother, father, twin sister and I all lived in a nice part of town. Our home was a good size in an older urban area that was quiet but still close enough to downtown. Most of our neighbours were professionals or business types that tended to keep to themselves. Either that, or they were just too busy I supposed.
It was a terrific area to live in, the place where I would forge my few lifelong friendships. More importantly, I would learn more about sex and women there than any other place in my life. It was Monday morning and already my mom was in my room shaking my foot to wake me up.
"What are you doing?" I moaned half asleep. "It's Monday and school's out, this should be my day off. Can't I sleep in a bit for a change?"
"Nice try kiddo," she laughed, "there will be time enough to sleep in on the weekend, that is if you're not working weekends. Right now you need to get up and start looking for a job."
I knew better than to argue with her, there was no way I was ever going to win. Besides, if I pushed back too hard she'd only bring my dad down on me. In those days you did as you were told or you got the business end of a belt.
Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower. I soaped myself all over, taking the necessary time to stroke my always-stiff cock until I came. It was a good, strong orgasm and I watched my cum hit the shower door and drooled downward, mingling with the soapsuds.
Feeling relieved, at least for another few hours, I cleaned up and went back into my room to get dressed. It seemed I was constantly horny in those days and I would masturbate four to six times daily, sometimes more.
As I descended the stairs to the kitchen I wondered to myself just how I was going to find a job. I had never worked a day in my life, for a salary that is. My whole life up to then had been extreme academia and this would be my first summer off. My breakfast of bacon and eggs lay waiting as I sat down at the kitchen table. My sister Jan was already there eating and she watched as I wolfed my food down.
"So what are your plans?" Mom asked.
"I thought I'd make the rounds of all the stores and restaurants around here and see if anyone is hiring," I answered.
"Good luck with that," my sister interrupted, "you should have done that a month ago like I did, there won't be any jobs left now."
"OK, you try that then," Mom said to me, "I might have something for you to do at Magda's house but you'll still need a job to fall back on after that's done."
I left the house and headed to the commercial district in our area. Jan's remark was still on my mind and it really pissed me off. Her so-called job was just an internship in some dumb marketing office. We were twins and although she was thirty minutes older than me, her life had taken the same path, education, education and more education. She had been cloistered into academia by our parents just like me.
She was a little less inept than me at the social graces though, since she did have a few close friends. But she was much more naïve than I about the opposite sex, if that were possible.
As I walked, I thought about how Mom mentioned some work for me at Magda's. Magda Poulski was our next-door neighbour and a friend of my mother's. Her husband had died of a heart attack a few years earlier, so she now lived alone. She was nice and always treated the neighbourhood kids well. There were times when I felt she had a special smile, just for me. I didn't know what she did for a living but there were always people coming and going from her house.
Having completed my rounds of all the businesses in the area I returned home just after lunchtime. My mother had set out a sandwich for me with some chips and a drink. I was famished and devoured it all in record time.
"So how did it go?" Mom asked.
"OK," I said, "I filled out six applications and a couple looked like they might be interested in hiring me as a stock boy or helper."
"Good. I'm proud of you. You handled that like a man."
Wow, I thought to myself, she never complemented me that way before. I was feeling pretty good about myself.
"So what about the work at Mrs Poulski's," I asked.
"Oh yeah," she said, "good thing you reminded me. You have to go to her house today at three and talk to her about it. I think she needs some painting done."
At three o'clock on the nose, I was at Mrs Poulski's door. I was about to knock when the door opened and out came a middle aged man in a suit followed by Mrs P. She was wearing a white two-piece uniform like a medical technician.
"Oh Rick," she said, catching sight of me, "you're very punctual, please come in."
I followed her into her home passing her living room to the left and what appeared to be an office like a doctor's examining room on the right. We continued straight into the kitchen where she stopped and turned to face me.
"So Rick, I have a lot of work for you if you're capable and available that is. First, I need my basement cleaned out and painted and then my back yard is a disaster; it needs a major cleanup as well as some garden work and re-turfing. Lastly, I have several pieces of furniture that I would like spruced up with some repairs and refinishing. Can you handle all that?"
"Holy cow," I said, "I didn't know you had that much work to be done, this could take me all summer. There isn't anything you mentioned, though, that I don't think I can handle. My dad prides himself on his ability to do handiwork, as he calls it and I've been helping him ever since I was big enough to hold tools. I don't think I'll have any trouble but you can bet my dad will steer me straight, if I do need help."
"That's great," she said with that special wide smile, "You can start by taking notes and talking over a price with your dad tonight. We can meet again tomorrow morning and come to terms, say around ten-thirty."
I agreed and after wandering around the basement and the back yard I took the kind of notes I new my dad would want and then I headed back home. That night I went over everything with my dad and we came to an amount of $1,200 plus materials, for everything but the furniture. I would have to figure those out when she knew more about what she wanted. Mrs P was getting one heck of a deal but she was a friend of the family and I was happy to help. Besides, I didn't need to look for a job any more.
