Erika was the 25 year old daughter of old friends. We had known her from a baby, and seen her become a young woman. I was suddenly becoming more aware of her sexuality. She had a nice little body, small boobs (but enticing), a slim waist, nice hips and shapely legs. I liked the look of her pussy in slacks. However, I was fairly sure she was still a virgin.
She'd never had a steady boyfriend. She was not shy, was in fact socially confident, a teacher. She had always mixed with the aults as a child and seemed more interested in them than in other children at times. I knew she would probably put younger men off, because she was so seemingly confident and self-possessed, and maybe even a little old-fashioned in her ways.
She was keen for me to see her new apartment, so I decided to take up her invitation, but maybe to go on my own, without my wife.
I knocked at her door. She was of course surprised to see me, but happy that I had come at last to see her place. She was wearing a light blouse, which showed a little cleavage, and denim jeans. She was a little flustered, a little flushed even. We had a good look around the apartment.
It was very well set up, neat and pretty – like Erika, really, I remarked. She looked at me quizzically, not used to me flirting. When we were looking in her bedroom, I noticed her nervousness that she was showing a man into her temple. I made a joke along these lines and she sort of laughed it off with a nervous giggle, as if it hadn't occurred to her that I was a man.
When we got to the kitchen, there was a half-full champagne bottle on the table, and a small amount in a glass. She offered me a glass and I accepted. I noticed she had a little more herself, so she must have been at least a little tipsy. We sat and talked as we had never talked before.
I steered the conversation on to boyfriends. She admitted she didn't have one and I said that that was a failing more in the boys than her, if they couldn't see what a prize she was. She giggled a little and thanked me for the compliment. She said she thought she scared boys off, because she may have seemed more mature.
That led us onto some jokes about mature men and whether she preferred them, and she admitted that maybe that was the case. I asked why. She said she felt more comfortable with them, and they were more experienced, knew more about the world.
...and love?" I asked. She looked a little taken aback, but agreed.
"And maybe they know more about loving a young woman?" Again, she looked at me strangely, but again she agreed.
"Maybe a young woman like you needs a mature man to show her how to love..."
"Maybe," she said, growing coquette-ish.
"So, how would that go?" I teased.
"I don't know"
"Would she make the first move, or him?" I asked
"Oh he would" she teased.
"I think so too," I agreed, "But he might need an encouraging sign."
"What would that be?" she says.
"Oh. I don't know, but he would know it when he got it."
She looked puzzled. I laughed. Just kidding, I assured her.
"Let's look at the advantages of a mature man," I suggested.
"Oh, yes, and what are they?" she said. Somewhere a line or two had been crossed, and my cock was starting to strain against my shorts. I was not sure that she hadn't seen the bulge appear.
"He can be the teacher: the young woman need have no fear of her performance, because he is sure that he is likely to know more than her."
"He can take his time, because it's not his first time, and he's aware that it's better not to rush..."
"I can't believe we are having this conversation, Brian," she interrupted.
"Why not, because you never thought that I was a man?"
"No, I just never considered that we would ever be talking about sex"
"Are we talking about sex?" I teased. " I thought we were talking about sensuality. I love a sensual woman" She giggled.
"So let's talk more about a mature man: He will be gentle because he doesn't want to hurt her – and he wants to show her he can do it well!" [she giggled again]
"Another advantage of older men is that you can tend to rely on them having had a vasectomy and being very careful about their ... health..." I said cheekily "So she is safe to play."
She suddenly said, "Brian, since we are talking about this, I think I should tell that I think I am frigid" and I knew that she had accepted what was happening and was considering whether she would so it....
"Nonsense," I said, "Very few women actually are frigid..all that means is that a woman can't climax or hasn't yet climaxed...it usually just takes the right person or moment for them to reach a sexual climax" A little shiver ran up her, I noticed, and she looked down, then...
"What about Sara?" I knew that she would worry about my wife, but I also could tell that she really wanted me to debate with her, and convince her that what we were doing was okay...I told her that Sara was a lovely woman but had not much interest in sex these days, so she might be grateful that I was being kept happy by a younger woman..told her that no matter what we did, I would always love Sara above all else, and not let anything come in the way of our marriage...I wouldn't be telling Sara about this, and expected Erika to keep a confidence, but that didn't make it wrong: I simply judged it better not to tell Sara..besides, Erika might not be the first...had she considered that I might have done another young woman the same service previously?
So, if it's already happened, she neeedn't feel guilty about tempting me...and lots of other arguments... eventually I could see that Erika's conscience was satisfied
As we had another drink, I suggested she put on some soft music. She did so, happy to break momentarily from the tension. "How would all this start?" she said, as the music began.
"Let me show you," I said. Her eyes widened as if I had said I was going to fuck her right there.
"Hold out your hand"...she held out her hand tentatively..."he'd take her by the hand"...she was shaking, I noticed, as I took her soft young hand in mine..."and lead her to her room"...she came quite willingly, I noticed, as we entered her bedroom - hand in hand now
..I turned and looked her in the eyes. "He'd say to her "I will be gentle and not do anything you don't want me to do""... she smiled nervously..."he'd say again that this is perfectly safe. He'd sit them on the bed [doing that] and take off her shoes": I did so slowly, caressing each foot as it was uncovered, and kissing each one..."Then he'd slowly tenderly undress her"...my hands were excited, but I managed to coolly undo her blouse and take it off: she was wearing a bright red bra, probably her naïve idea of a "cool" under-garment.
...I wondered how she would react to me undoing it, so I said..."Remember, Erika, I will only do what you want me to, and I will take things slowly, not like a younger man"...she smiled and turned her back so I could undo the clasps: this was very promising indeed!
The bra was undone and she let it come off over her arms, but she crossed her arms over her breasts...I let her go, and simply ran my hand over the small of her back in a gentle way, saying
"I love women's backs, they are so strong and sensual" – to take the focus away from her naked breasts...then I said that the mature man would ask the young woman to stand in front of him..she did so a little tentatively again, her breasts still covered by her folded arms. That meant that she couldn't react when I undid her jeans and pulled them slowly over her smooth hips.
She had on bright red bikini pants, tiny little delicate things. I noticed she was goose-pimpled and shaking, so I encouraged her to lie on the bed and covered her with a sheet. Despite it being a hot day, she was glad of that, and her arms came away from her breasts. I asked her to close her eyes, assuring her again that I would not rush things. She tried to relax. I clasped and unclasped my hands to make sure that they were not cold when I touched her.
The music drifted through her little apartment..I touched her hair and spent some time sitting on the bed stroking her blonde hair. When she seemed more relaxed, I began stroking her shoulders above the sheet. I kissed her neck softly and said she was beautiful, and had skin so soft and smooth.
I reached under the sheet and softly laid my hand on her flattened right breast. She gasped at first, but let my hand stay there. I deliberately let it just hold her breast for some time, as my mouth nuzzled her neck and my other hand smoothed her hair. Her little bud breasts felt soft but perky. When I had her confidence, I began running my finger around her nipple, which was very erect by now. She stiffened..."Let's enjoy ourselves first" I said, "Relax. I won't enter you until you ask me to..if you don't ask, it won't happen" (when I said the word "enter", I noticed that she took in a breath, but she didn't reply).
I kept playing with her breast and she let me do what I wanted after a while, so I moved onto the other breast. I moved the sheet slowly down to her belly...kissed her breasts..licked her nipples, my hands now feeling her young body above the waist.
I told her again not to worry..."I won't try to enter you until you ask me" as I kissed her breast.
She said "Oh, this feesl so nice, Brian".
"I knew you would like it. Just relax and enjoy. This should be a nice time for you" I said as I ran fingers over her breasts and belly, drawing the sheet down to run my hands now down her thighs. I pulled the sheet right back, since she was no longer cold. I kissed her calves and feet then moved my lips up her thighs, kissing and running my hands along them.
