Naïveté
This story takes place long ago in the early 1970s when the world was generally a much more innocent place. There was no internet, no mobile phones and porn was just a men's magazine that only showed breasts, certainly no genitals. A young man's introduction to sex was likely to have been after he got engaged!
There were about thirty of us, checking in to the hotel and the process was getting tedious. The course had been arranged months previously and the hotel had all our details, but it appeared that we each had to check in individually.
I recognised a few faces from my department but no one I actually knew, such are the problems of working for a big organisation. The course would last three days, if we ever got past the tedious check in process, and covered all aspects of our business in order for us to understand the function of the various departments other than our own.
I am pretty sure the reason for the course being residential was to get us away from our offices and to mingle so that by socialising we could build up inter departmental understanding, or some such corporate policy.
The days had a very standard format, meet for coffee, lecture, coffee break, lecture plus activities, lunch and so on until about five when we went our separate ways before repeating the whole procedure the next day.
Lunch was quite a social affair with tables of about eight or so and a good long break. Inevitably we gravitated to the same tables each day, with the same people, and formed quite a clique, but all from different departments which, I suppose, was the idea.
It takes all sorts to make a big company work and our table was quite a mixture. There was Rob, a loud and confident thirty something, though what his actual job was, no one really knew. Jane, who appeared a little shy, probably in her mid thirties. She wore square framed glasses and had a beguiling smile. Peter and John who seemed to be involved in a pissing competition about who had the bigger budget, best car etc. That left me and Jess, both in our first jobs straight out of school, and Helga who was, shall we say, our senior by some considerable margin.
Jess and I sat together and got along very well, as we were of an age and equal juniority. I enjoyed her bubbly company and always looked forward to lunch. I rather wished I had the confidence to ask her out one evening, but I was naïve and fear of rejection held me back. After all she was bubbly, confident, attractive and amusing. She must have been fighting men off all the time.
On the last day Helga suggested we all go out to a restaurant for a meal in the evening, as hotel food was getting repetitive. She mentioned an Italian she knew, quite close by, and suggested we meet there about seven.
During the afternoon tea break, Jane approached me saying that her sense of direction was totally hopeless and would I knock on her door just before seven, and we could walk there together. A flash of her smile sealed the deal, but I was keen to get there and get a seat next to the lovely Jess.
Just before seven I knocked on her door and she ushered me in with a cheery, "Won't be a moment," as she slipped back into the bathroom.
"Take a seat, shan't be a tick. You can have that wine if you like, I won't have time."
I sat down on the only chair such hotel rooms possess and saw the full glass of white wine on the table, so I made myself at home and took a sip.
Jane had not closed the bathroom door, but as she was only putting on her make up, I thought no more about it, besides I couldn't see in anyway. That was until I glanced to the back of the room and noticed the full length mirror on the wardrobe door gave me a view of her back as she used the bathroom mirror.
"Oh shit! I've got make up on this blouse. Hang on a tick."
She emerged from the bathroom and went to the wardrobe to choose another. Returning to the bathroom, and still without closing the door, took off her blouse and changed it.
"How's the wine?"
"Fine I said," taking another swig.
"Oh heck. This bra shows through my blouse. That's no good!" And she emerged from the bathroom sporting only a black bra on her top. I had never seen a real woman in a bra before and it was really quite exciting. I started to imagine what went on underneath, and while I was musing, she grabbed a flesh coloured one and scurried back, still without closing the door.
I knew she was going to take off that black bra!
I also knew that if I gazed innocently ahead, the mirrors would give me a glimpse of her breasts!
I was young, I was inexperienced, this was a long time ago. What was I going to do?
Suggest she close the bathroom door?
No way!
The black bra came off!
I hadn't seen many breasts at this stage of my young life, in truth I hadn't seen any, and I was mesmerised. Large, nearly self supporting, with big dark circles round her nipples. My cock also noticed, particularly as she didn't seem to be in a rush to put on the new one. What must they feel like to touch? To hold? To squeeze gently? Or to kiss?
Eventually her glorious orbs disappeared into their new enclosure, much to my disappointment, but I had a raging erection! I stood and quickly adjusted my self so I that could stand up when I needed to, without it being too obvious. The trouble was, that in those days, the only sure fire cure for an erection was an orgasm!
"Alright out there?"
"Yes fine." I replied, with more confidence than I felt.
"Nearly done. Could you please just help me with my zip, this skirt's a bit tight."
I expected her to come out, but it soon became obvious that she expected me to go to her. I made my way to the bathroom hoping I had managed to conceal my erection.
The skirt was quite tight and the zip, right in the middle at the back, was about half way up. I reached down and started to pull it up.
"I think you'll have to pull it down first, it's jammed."
I lowered the zip just as she twisted round. I let go of the zip and the skirt just fell to the floor.
I told you I was naïve! It finally began to dawn on my young brain! The hopeless sense of direction. The glass of wine. The position of the only chair. The open bathroom door. The wardrobe mirror. The stained blouse. The change of bra. The prolonged view of her breasts, and now the zip! How many more hints did I need?
"Well you are a very naughty boy, taking my skirt off like that," she said, now facing me, and ran her hand over my hardness. She bent forward and kissed me. I was still recovering from the shock of discovering that I was probably about to be seduced, that it took me a minute or two to respond.
My hands felt their way tentatively round her back as I responded to the kiss and they slid over the sheer silk of her skimpy panties. These were new sensations. It hard to remember from this distance just how exciting it was to feel a girl's bottom through just one thin layer of silky fabric. My erection just got firmer.
"I suppose you are going to undo my blouse now?" In a quizzical tone.
What! Was I hearing things? Was I being invited to get closer to those lovely breasts? I didn't need to be asked twice. Button by infuriatingly uncooperative button, my trembling fingers stumbled through the task. Eventually the blouse was opened all the way down the front and somehow it just slipped off her shoulders.
"You're not going to take off my bra, are you? Not and leave me standing here half naked?" The wording, the suggestion, inviting me to do something I normally only dream about in my fantasies.
Oh shit! Shit! Shit! I fumbled round the back for ages until I finally succeeded, and she smiled that beguiling smile as she let it fall. Standing clad only in her silky knickers she followed with,
