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I had been going to the same chip shop for years and years. Mostly for the very same thing. I loved everything about it. The best kebabs in town first. The nicest staff. Even the owner. I never managed to get his name. I did learn his daughters name though. Mya.
Her grandparents had emigrated here, from India in the 60's
Mya is in her early twenties, at Uni in the city. Drop dead gorgeous, and as far as I could tell she had a good figure. During her holidays her dad began to get her in the shop to help out. That started about two years ago. Even then she seemed very confident doing her job. Unlike the occasional part timers, students too.
There was a remodel of the shop recently. It looked sleek and modern and new.
The drawback was. In busy times, you gave your order, paid and then waited back outside, when your food was done somebody would catch your eye.
I found it easier to order and lean against my car and have a cigarette, usually the food was done by the time I finished smoking.
Then Mya began to appear, ask to borrow a smoke, and hide out of sight of her dad.
This made me visit the shop even more. She didn't have to ask in the end. I would keep her one ready, waiting where we would hide.
Our little conversations developed quickly. From little pleasantries, her mother died when she was a baby, her Aunt looking after her, to how her dad planned to retire, giving her the shop to run. Which she was not that keen to do. Sometimes she would have to go back to the shop, re order my food and join me again.
Then she did it. Mya had hinted that there may be an arranged marriage for her. Although there was a lot of leeway to it, she still didn't like the idea. You could see the tears welling up. I gave her a cuddle to try to cheer her up.
When she felt better, she took a step back, looked at me staring deep into my eyes. Then she kissed me. I am over twice her age, and very flattered, I should have stopped her.
"Meet me here at 14.30 tomorrow. I have to close the shop first. Try and not let any of the others see you."
"Ok, if you want."
The next day I was a bag of nerves. Thinking was I going to get lucky? I had almost forgot when the last time I had sex was. My wife is disabled and her disability along with her medication, had killed off her libido. Knowing that she had said that if something came along, then I could. As long as I never left her. Which i would never do.
Then I convinced myself she just needed someone to talk to.
Still, I was showered and shaved, with a little after shave too. Five minutes early. I would have been there earlier, if it was not for trying to find somewhere to park.
Then Mya turned the corner. With her clothes on. A t shirt and the tightest jeans and trainers. I couldn't not notice her body. Breasts, not too big but large enough, leading to a tapering waist, flaring out to wide hips. Even her hair was long and flowing. (she always had on a hat) My kind of figure.
"I was worried that you would not turn up."
"I had to. Even if it was just to make sure that you were ok."
"That's sweet. It's just along here."
Mya led me along a lane to the back of the shop, through a gate and on, and up to the flat above the shop.
Being so close to her work, did not fill me with ease.
We went through one door, which she locked again. Up a flight of stairs, with me following, her lovely ass inches from my face. Through another door, and we were in the kitchen. There was a bolt on that door.
Once that bolt shut you could see the tension leave Mya.
She said. "Safe at last."
"From what?"
"Everything, this is my refuge, and I can do this."
We kissed again. This time she was more passionate. As we kissed I tried slipping my tongue in her mouth, it wasn't reciprocated.
She broke away. "Follow me."
Mya led me by the hand through the lounge, across a landing and into her bedroom. From what I managed to see the flat was really modern, everything looked new, girly, but new.
We fell onto the bed and kissed more, I tried again with my tongue, this time I felt hers begin to play with mine.
Feeling really lucky, I moved a hand to feel her breasts. I guessed more than a handful, but her bra held on to that secret. It had to come off. I moved one hand around to her back, found the strap, and struggled to release it one handed. Mya sat up and saved me from struggling further.
Kissing again, I slid a hand up her top, moved the cup away from my target, and had a good feel of her firm titty flesh. There was more than a handful there, topped off with an already hard nipple.
After a while Mya's tongue began to tease mine more willingly. I had groped both of her tits by then and began to work my way lower. Squeezing her ample arse, stroking her back, anything. Trying my hardest not to go and undo her jeans, not just yet.
Before I had any further chance, Mya had me on my back, and was on top of me. She done that womanly thing of taking off her top, with hands crossed and grabbing the hem and whipping it off. The bra got discarded too. I lay there in awe of the sight on top of me. Her beautiful brown skinned body, a little fat over her jeans. Her breasts with dark nipples and areola. I thought they were firm enough to go without a bra.
Mya took off my top, and kissed me more. Now she commanded what happened with our tongues. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest, occasionally she lifted herself higher and let those nipples drag over me and make my own nipples come to life. I had to get her jeans off.
Getting her on her back, I popped the button and pulled down her zipper. With a hand on each side ready to pull them off. I thought Mya was going to change her mind, just for a split second.
Once the jeans were around her knees Mya kicked them and her trainers off together.
There she was naked, lying in front of me. legs together. But I couldn't miss her bush. Her pubes looked like a forest. It had been a while since I had last seen such a hairy mound but that wasn't going to put me off.
Normally. Years ago, I would have dived straight in there, but I sensed that I should take longer with Mya. I didn't know if she was a virgin, or a raving nympho.
I lay beside her again and carried on with the kisses. Her knees parted slightly when I touched her thighs, and with encouragement she opened them enough so I could feel her most intimate area.
Her pubes were so soft to the touch, and they went on to her lips. No landscaping there. As her lips opened, and her clit now exposed. It felt bigger than usual. I couldn't wait to find out, when I would go down on her. Slipping a finger in her she was already wet, and she did feel tight.
I began to think that she was more inexperienced, than a nympho. She still had not made ant kind of move for my cock. I thought I would help her, and guided her hand to my bulge. Which stayed there. No feeling around nothing.
Trying not to put her off, I took her hand and guided her to just rubbing me first.
That had my mind certain that this was a virgin. Until she unzipped me and pulled my so hard cock out, and began to stroke me.
"Why am I the only one naked?"