My wife recalls her sexual education in the laboratory.
She was just 19 when she moved to California in search of opportunities to establish herself as an adult. We met later in life, so I was curious about her past and the experiences responsible for her desire to expose herself to men, enjoying the lustful stares of men ogling her tiny, ever hard nipples threatening to poke through her thin tops. Those nipples certainly attracted my attention and can be credited with drawing us together. She came explosively when fucked and shook with intense pleasure when an orgasm pulsed through her body during gentle lovemaking. Reluctant at first, she eventually shared her sexual history with me in bits and pieces.
Debbie, she preferred Debbie to Debra, was hired at a university as a secretary. Today we call them administrative assistants. She was assigned to Jacques, a visiting researcher/professor not long after training in her new job. Since she was new and had not yet assumed any regular duties, her work station was placed in the shared office/laboratory space allocated to Jacques. It was there the story of her sexual education began.
Debbie was nervous at the thought of meeting her new office mate/boss. She nearly swooned when the department manager introduced the tall, lanky 54-year-old handsome professor as the man she would be serving for the next year.
"Serving?" Her mind wandered to how she might be asked to serve him. Debbie blushed at her naughty thoughts.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, just a little warm," she replied in response to the department manager's question.
She lacked confidence in her young body despite standing a respectable five foot six with long blond hair, thin waist and hips, and small but perfectly formed breasts. Topped with erect nipples as mentioned above, she never felt the need to wear a bra. At her young age, she had not yet matured to the point that she recognized the effect her body and braless tits had on men. She always thought her thin, Twiggy-like body was unattractive. That was to change with Jacques.
Debbie and Jacques quickly hit it off. He began teaching her the basics of his field, high energy physics, so she understood the notes, letters, and journal articles she typed for him. He had her working at his side documenting his experimental setups and recording data. She spent at least an hour a day standing beside him at his desk while he explained his written works. Following the words on the page required standing close and leaning over him as he sat in his chair. Leaning over his shoulder to see better and holding her head close to his began to excite her. She felt a dampness between her legs when her nipples rubbed against his shoulder. Thinking he was unaware, she leaned into his shoulder to enjoy the feelings produced in her breast through the contact. She would have been embarrassed if she had known that he was being aroused as well.
Jacques could not believe his good fortune. He and his wife had an understanding when his research took him away from home for extended periods of time. Both were free to explore satisfying their sexual needs with others, and the department manager handed him a beautiful young woman to spend eight hours a day with him for the next year.
Work dress was still formal at universities in those days and women were expected to wear "business attire," i.e., skirts or dresses and heels. Debbie maintained a chaste image with hose, hemlines below the knee, and modest tops that would be described as revealing little were it not for her nipples constantly announcing her lack of a bra.
Debbie wanted to please her "professor" from day one. He gave her money each day to buy his lunch and that began their eating lunch together and talking about their lives. It was Jacques who turned the topic to sex and frankly stated his interest in young coeds.
"Like me?" she asked innocently.
"Yes."
"And your wife knows?"
"Yes."
She was confused as to why his wife allowed him the see other women when he was traveling and why he was comfortable with his wife seeing other men. She was surprised when he told her that he enjoyed watching his wife with other men and that she continued to date even when he was at home. Debbie confided that she had only had sex twice since moving out on her own and that neither experience was very satisfactory. She noticed that Jacques began touching her more as their talks became more intimate.
Debbie began touching herself that night as she recalled their conversations and his touch. By the third night, she found herself coming home after work, taking off her work attire, and not bothering to dress in her usual casual clothes. She left just her panties on as she made her dinner, cleaned, watched TV, and generally daydreamed about Jacques wife enjoying sexual encounters with multiple men. Why had her two attempts to please men been less than satisfying? Maybe, she thought, she could ask Jacques.
Debbie drew a deep breath and continued her story.
Lounging only in her panties helped her understand how to attract a man's attention. She needed to show more skin. She still had her Catholic school uniforms. The skirts could be shortened to various lengths to find the optimum length: long enough to avoid obvious notice and short enough to make the invitation obvious. What came next would be a test of her instincts and her willingness to submit.
An inch above her knee caught Jacques' attention when she bent over his desk. Alone in his lab she could pull the skirt another two inches shorter. Jacques took note of her nylon clad legs. Rubbing the back of her thigh, he asked if her pantyhose were uncomfortable in the heat of the day. Nervous, Debbie could only nod her assent. She turned to face him as he lowered her skirt's zipper and allowed it to drop to the floor.
Jacques slipped his hands between her hose and her panties. He ran his fingertips along her ass crevice as he slowly eased the nylons over her firm butt. Debbie felt a low frequency vibration pulse through her body just as her pussy moistened. She stepped out of her heels allowing him to remove her hose and skirt.
"Put your heels back on and go lock the lab door." Jacques whispered.
Debbie slowly turned and walked to the door. She could feel his gaze follow her ass clad only in a thin cotton panty. She blushed, but she emphasized the sway of her ass as she walked. When she turned, Debbie's face broke out into a naive come-hither smile suggesting Jacques was welcome to do with her as he pleased. She had a lot to learn.
Jacques pulled her closer as she neared his chair. Kneading her butt cheeks, Jacques slowly turned her back to him and bent her face down on his desk. He gently massaged her butt and ran his hands down the back of her thighs. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as pleasure began to build in her groin. Her hips began to move in time with Jacques fingers playing with her butt. As her pleasure began to build, Jacques fingers probed deeper as she relaxed her buttocks. Debbie cried out when his fingers traced circular paths around her cotton-panty-covered anus.
"Yes," Debbie moaned. "That feels so good. Don't stop." And she came for the first time in her life. Jacques did not stop. He cupped her groin, and his fingers began massaging the muscles surrounding her clitoris. Out of breath from her first orgasm, a second began to build, more intense than the first. She thought she wet her panties when the second, more powerful orgasm pulsed through her body.
"Oh shit," she screamed. Jacques fingers slowed their pace as they released pressure on her genitals. Debbie sobbed quietly as her breathing and heart beat slowed. She rolled over on the desk and looked up at Jacques.
"What happened to me?"
"You came so hard you squirted."
Debbie fell into a post-orgasmic haze, her mind floating in waves of pleasure and pulsating colors, her legs spread and open to Jacques' gaze.
"You are beautiful," Jacques exclaimed as he stroked her face. "Shall we continue the lesson tomorrow?"
"Lesson?"
