Ten years ago, I first met my mum's current boyfriend (partner). I was a mature girl, and had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday the week before (moderator take note). At the time, I remembered I liked him instantly, even though he didn't speak my first language very much. I did have sufficient English language to hold a basic conversation, which I had learnt at school, but I have to thank him for making my spoken and written English the level it is today. He always enjoyed spending time with me and I with him. He encouraged me academically and to be proficient in music (I play the piano to a high standard) and also in sport. He taught me so much, even matters of the "birds and the bee's", at my insistence. I was curious and wanted to know everything about being a mature, intelligent and cultured adult.
I loved the summers with him, especially when he gave me his time and attention. We played a lot of active sport and games in the pool, river or at the coast. He took me to museums, galleries and places of interest. I loved visiting London (his home town), the vibe was exciting for such a large city. We often pitched up in Camden, Shoreditch or the South Bank as well as taking in and enjoying various other sites. We would spend most of the school summer holidays together, just him, me and Sheba (my dog). Mum, due to her work schedule rarely had time off during the summer months because her workload was always so busy that time of year (she had been running her own travel business).
From a skinny, gangly young girl, I had developed into an attractive young woman. When I looked in the mirror, I liked what reflected back at me. All the sport and exercise had paid off with good results, even if I say so myself. I would often caress and feel my body all over, squeezing my 34C's and tweaking and pulling on my nipples. I had lost my virginity to a guy at college (yes moderator, I was over the age of 18), and if the truth be known, I was not that impressed with the sex. To date, I had experienced more pleasure from my own administrations of fingers and toys.
I was aware that men and women found me attractive and sexually alluring, with both sexes making approaches on a regular basis. It felt nice to be desired but I was starting to worry that I had not met anyone that filled me with the same wants and urges or turn me on beyond a basic 'attraction'. My breasts with their highly sensitive nipples would always give me away, whenever I was sexually turned on by an admirer. I regularly played with myself, touching, inserting and exploring my body and how exciting it felt. I was becoming more and more fascinated by the ultimate joys of sex, with both men and women.
As I got to know my mum's boyfriend and learnt more about life, I schemed, I asked loads of questions, the more embarrassing the better, and I started to learn English words I shouldn't. Mum's boyfriend Jack, never once got mad or angry but always answered, questioning in return and explaining, teaching...
This continued throughout my young adult life, me becoming more brazen, more daring, more tactile and more sexually charged.
Things turned interesting as I approached my nineteenth birthday. Mum and Jack decided to take me for a 'surprise' holiday to Spain. I remembered my mum and I having our very first holiday together there and had always wanted to go back as an adult. So for my birthday treat, we returned to southern Spain. As soon as we arrived we were straight down to the pool. Me, in my nice new bikini, and my mum's boyfriend, ran and dived into the pool, while mum spread out topless, sunbathing. Mum's boyfriend and I played for hours, he teaching me how to dive properly, tag and playing Water Polo.
Has luck had it, we were on opposite teams for the Water Polo contest, thus I made sure that I marked him closely. And 'closely' I did. I used any excuse to touch and jump on him. More often than not foul play, but we were not strictly playing to any rules. The more we touched, the more I wanted. I would jump on his back, wrap my legs around his waist, neck and find any excuse to get my constantly throbbing pussy and nipples in contact with his body. He had always kept himself very fit and strong and although he was older, he had a better physique than most men I had seen. I took as much advantage as I could.
I would 'accidently' run my leg between his, in the hope of feeling his cock. I had only seen it once, covered in shower gel, when I walked into the bathroom by mistake (honest) a couple of months ago. He was most embarrassed at the time. He had a massive erection and had been stroking it (at the time, I thought he was just washing it) and he quickly tried to cover up as much as he could. Ever since that time, I couldn't stop thinking about it and became more and more curious and wanted to touch it, kiss it and get intimate with it.
When we were back at the villa we would play fight, he taught me the basics of Judo, and he would help me with somersaults and gymnastics etc. My favourite was the backward somersault where I would climb onto the front of his shoulders, my pussy in his face then roll backwards. A few times I managed to get my pussy in contact with his nose and chin. The 'electricity' that ran through my body when this occurred, had me in a constant arousal state. I wasn't sure if mum knew what I was up to, she had been brought up quite strict in a catholic/puritan environment and her boyfriend was a lot more liberal and open-minded. He would answer any of my questions, no subject was avoided and he never got angry, just either explaining without blame or throwing an alternative light on things.
One evening after being down at the beach all day, mum had gone to meet an old university friend for a drink and that left us on our own for the evening. We played cards and a few table games, then I had to shower the dirt, sand and salt off me from the day's activities. Whilst in the shower I came up with an idea. I shouted/shrieked out to Jack from the shower. "Spider!" He came running to see what was up. "There's a huge spider in the shower, please get it," I cried.
"Where is it? I can't see any spider." He said, between looking open-mouthed and wide-eyed at my naked body and in the hot, running shower.
"Take off your T-shirt and have a closer look in the shower," I replied.
He was hesitant in removing his T-shirt but he did and looked around the shower, for the invisible spider. After looking and finding nothing, I suggested that it must have run down the plug hole when I screamed. I apologised for being scared of the spider but asked him to shower with me in case it returned, and could he wash my back for me? He slightly blushed and looked embarrassed before he agreed to, but kept his shorts on. I laughed and said I had seen him naked before and his shorts were getting wet. With that, he removed his shorts, trying to hide his modesty, saying "No looking, you."
I giggled, and then became lost for words. Wow, I couldn't stop looking at his erect, circumcised cock. It looked amazing and it was sure larger than I remembered. Had my young, naked and sexually aroused body had that effect on him and his cock? My senses, my nipples and my pussy, instantly reacted and my hands subconsciously brushed my nipples and touched between my thighs. Before I could move or do anything, he turned me round and started washing my back. I so wanted to feel his hands all over my body and wished for him to wash me all over and explore me completely.
He did to a certain extent, but without touching any 'sensitive' parts of my body. I of course made every attempt to bump my body into his and a few times I felt is hard cock in the middle of my back. I turned and there it was, still impressively erect and covered in the soap off my back. I said that I wanted to wash him, well the parts I could reach and he couldn't, was my excuse.
He said that I could explore and touch as much as I liked and to go no further. It had to remain our secret. I readily agreed, not giving mum a second thought, and with my hands coated in shower gel, I placed both hands around his cock. It looked massive in my hands and so impressive. The guys at college had little tiny maggots, while here, I had a live, wild serpent. I loved the feel of him and started rubbing my hands up and down that elegant hard fuck stick, his breathing and voice began to change.
He asked if I would like to stop. I didn't, and I naturally started 'wanking' him harder and faster until he started to groan and lose control. A mass of creamy white sperm ejaculated from his cock, splashing on to my tits and upper body. My mouth was agape, amazed and awestruck as he came all over my body. Exhausted and spent, he pulled me close to his chest. Lifting me he bent down and kissed me, inserting his tongue. We kissed deeply and energetically, searching for our inner craving of lust and desire for each other. I needed to feel and to fully know him. I was so desperate to have him penetrating me deep and fucking me hard.
I could feel his warm sperm on my body, his passion had ignited a sexual desire, warming from inside. I loved the taste of his mouth and his manly aroma and knew I wanted more.
Whilst he was holding me tight, I managed to rest my excited pussy on the head of his rapidly recovering cock. I left my clit sitting on his enlarged 'head' and gently rubbed it harder against him. The more I gratified my hot, buzzing clit, the more lubricated my cunt became, taking more and more of his fabulous fuck-stick deeper inside. Pretty soon, I knew I had it all when his pubic bone started increasing the stimulation on my clit. Woooooah, that felt so electric, so addictive, I wouldn't have been surprised to see a double rainbow. Then the sudden realisation that throughout my early life, I had been too busy staring at the hole instead of the doughnut.
The deeper he thrust, the tighter I gripped his cock. It almost became a natural, involuntary action, driven like a metronome. Driving me onwards to a spine chilling orgasm, that ripped through me, my own sexual earthquake, my body shuddering to a new level of fulfilment and understanding. I was gripping and holding on to him so tight, that he had no option but to explode deep inside me. His warm sperm filled me to complete sexual satisfaction and I tried to keep him in me for as long as I could. I didn't want to let go. He was joined to me in so many ways. The warm water cascading from the shower, providing an ideal back-drop.
