This is my first submission to Literotica. It is based on fact, but not entirely true. There was a Victoria in my life, but the Victoria in this story is a composite of three women who introduced me to the pleasures of sex and being sexually and sensually submissive to women. I've also compressed roughly three years of events into a single year.
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It started innocently enough. I was a shy, skinny kid, 5'9", 140 lbs, 18 years old and a freshman in college. I wouldn't turn 19 until the following spring. The combination of my being at least a year younger than my peers and being extremely baby-faced led to my almost total lack of experience with girls. So far, that experience consisted of a few quick feels of bare tit and a couple of hand jobs at the local drive-in.
I had a partial academic scholarship to college, so I was working part-time at a local running store to help my folks out with my tuition. I had noticed a few of the female customers (and a few of the males as well) eying me as I helped them pick out their shoes and running gear. My tight shorts showed off my attributes quite well, but I was always too shy to act on the opportunities that were presented to me.
One of our frequent customers was a tall (6'), mid 30's, self-assured goddess named Victoria. She had short black hair and not an ounce of fat on her trim, fit body. Her ass was tight, round, and muscular, and her medium sized breasts barely jiggled when she walked around the store. Every time she looked at me I would blush from head to toe and quickly turn away. If she asked me a question, I would stammer a quick answer while I looked at my feet. My co-workers teased me constantly about my having a crush on her, which I would fiercely deny. The truth be told, she was often the object of my nightly masturbation fantasies.
One Sunday afternoon, I was working alone in the store. I had a half hour until I could close up shop and I was deeply involved in a running magazine when the bell rang indicating someone had entered the store. I looked up and there she was - the goddess. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and a tank top. Her braless breasts pushed against the top and I could clearly see her nipples poking against the thin fabric.
I stammered a quick hello and asked her if I could help her find something. "Hi Jimmy. I need some new shoes" she said with a smile, obviously enjoying my visible discomfort. I asked her what type and size she was looking for and she quickly told me the names of several models. While I went in back to get the boxes, she sat down on one of the benches. I came out with her shoes and stammered out "Which ones do you want to try on first Victoria?" She looked at me, smiled and said, "My friends call me Vicki." I smiled, blushed and quickly said "OK Vicki" as I handed her the first pair to try on. She looked at me with that same amused smile and asked me if I could help her put them on.
I knelt down and slowly reached for her bare feet with trembling hands. She grinned and said "Don't be shy. I won't break. Besides I'm sure you do this all the time." I grabbed her feet and slowly started putting her shoes on her, all the while thinking "I can't believe I'm touching her. Don't screw up. Don't let her know how nervous you are."
As I finished tying her shoes, I looked up and started to say "Why don't you stand up and we can check the fi....". I stopped, unable to continue. I was looking up her slightly spread legs and through the gap in the leg of her running shorts I could see the white lace of her panties. I couldn't believe it, I was looking at a woman's panties. Not the boring cotton panties that my mom and sister wore, but real lace panties on a real woman. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. Hell, I could hardly breathe. I forced myself to look away as she stood up. She slowly moved around and I asked her how they felt. "They seem OK, but let me try on the other two pair."
I continued to kneel at her feet as the routine was repeated for the other two pair of shoes. However, I noticed that with each pair, her legs ever so slightly spread further and further apart. With each pair, I fought the urge to steal a glance, but that was a losing battle. After the last pair of shoes were on and laced up, I noticed that her panties had a small damp spot and I could smell a heady aroma coming from crotch.
"So, which ones will it be?" I asked. "These ones I have on will be just fine" she answered. I quickly grabbed the boxes and stood up. A slight chuckle came from her as I stood and I noticed she was staring at my running shorts. "Is that for me?" she asked with a sparkle in her eyes. I looked down in horror as my erection pushed out at the front of my running shorts, a large wet spot clearly visible. "Oh my, god", I thought. I had been hard since the first glimpse of her panties and I didn't even notice it until now. "I....I'm....I'm sorry...." I stammered as I blushed again and tried to back away.
"That's okay sweetie. I'm flattered." Then she reached out and gently grasped my erection through my shorts, all the while looking deeply into my eyes. I couldn't turn away from her gaze and after two quick strokes I shuddered, as my cock exploded and cum filled my shorts. She leaned forward, gave me a quick kiss and whispered in my ear, "I'll be in my car in the parking lot. Close up the store and don't make me wait too long." With that she was out the door.
My first thought was "she didn't pay for the shoes." My second thought was "you dumb fuck, pay for them yourself and get your ass outside." I was on autopilot as I closed up shop in record time and rushed out the door. She was waiting for me as promised and I jumped in the passenger seat. She looked at my shorts again and smiled. "We'll have to get you cleaned up." My face flushed again as I realized that in my haste to close up I hadn't stopped to clean my cum soaked shorts. "I....I'm....I'm sorry...." I stammered again.
"Don't apologize. Besides, you're cute when you blush." I turned an even deeper shade of red as she continued "I think I'm going to have fun with you, I hope you're ready."
The short drive to her house was silent as I wondered what she meant with that last statement. She pulled up her driveway, shut off her car and turned to look at me. "Follow me" was all she said, and with that she was quickly out of the car and on her way into her house. I did as she told me, all the while watching her ass in her running shorts. I couldn't believe my luck, but at the same time I was nervous, unsure of what was to follow.
Once inside, she turned and told me to go in her guest bathroom, put on a robe she had in there and give her my clothes so she could wash them for me. I came out, still embarrassed about what happened at the store and sat down in her living room, where she was waiting for me. She handed me a glass of wine and said "I know you're not supposed to have this, but you're a college man now, so relax and enjoy."
Leaning back and sipping slowly from her wine glass, she continued. "So Jimmy, I've seen you at the store for a couple of months now and I hardly know you. Tell me all about you. Where are you from, what are you taking in school. Tell me everything." I proceeded to tell her about my family, about being in college, how I enjoyed it, but didn't seem to fit in because of the age gap. She asked if I had a girlfriend in college and I blushed again and told her no. She then asked me about my high school girlfriends. I stammered a quick reply, "I didn't really have a girlfriend in high school" and took a big drink of wine, trying to calm my nerves.
"So, you don't have much experience with girls?"
"Not really."
"Have you ever slept with a girl?"
I hesitated, dropped my head and stammered the beginning of a reply. "Nu....nu....no." I could feel the flush spread over my face.
"What about a blow job? Surely you've had some sweet young thing give you a blow job?"
I didn't think it was possible, but my face got even redder. I gulped down the rest of my wine and quietly answered "No."
"How about a hand job then? Hasn't a girl jerked you off?"
