"Oh my God, Carolyn!!" was all I got out of mouth before the cum started squirting out of me. Carolyn just sucked and sucked and swallowed me down. I have never felt anything like it. I groaned. I grunted. I hissed. I got dizzy. My first ever blow job.
I had been working at a local store, part of a major retail clothing chain. I loved my coworkers. We had a great team. In spite of the age differences and personalities, we always had a good time. We often ate lunch together and would occasionally all go out together as a team. I'm still friends with some of them 25 years later.
Carolyn was one of those coworkers. She was short and thin with poodle curl hair and glasses. She was kind of quiet and not all that attractive but was very sweet. She was in her forties and smoked. I think sometimes she didn't know what to think of some of us younger folks. I'm sure we seemed goofy.
I was 18 at the time. I was lanky and skinny. I would laugh, joke and cut up like crazy. I was an extreme extrovert, until it came to girls, then I was shy. And yes, I was still very much a virgin. I was straight. I LOVED girls and women. God only knows how much I jacked off back then. But when it came to talking to them and asking them out, I was a freakin' ZERO. That all changed when Carolyn got her hands on me.
It all started when Carolyn started coming to work in really bad moods. She wouldn't talk much and some of us saw her crying quietly here and there. One day I got up the nerve and asked while we were the only 2 in the break room. Her answer was crazy. It turns out her husband was not only having an affair, but he was fucking one of their daughter's friends from college. Damn. Carolyn broke down and started to cry as she talked. She started to walk off ashamed but I grabbed her and put my arms around her. It was nothing sexual in any way. I was just comforting my friend. I just held her for a few moments and let her cry. After she had calmed down, we both went back to work. That evening around 10 PM as we were leaving, Carolyn called me over to her car.
"Thank you for your friendship today. You don't know what that meant to me, John." She said as she put her stuff in her car.
"It's what friends do. Hang in there, OK? You have a lot of people who love and care for you. We're here." I responded.
"Wait" she said and she wrapped me up in a hug, "You're a sweetheart."
Then we started kissing each other and ended up getting it on in the car, right? Wrong. Neither one of us made a move. It was just friendship. I'll admit that I got a little turned on when she hugged me but I didn't act on it. She was after all, a friend and she was going through something awful. Only a jerk would take advantage of that.
A couple days later, Carolyn and I worked together again along with another female coworker. It was a pitifully slow night. We ended up unboxin and pricing a bunch of stuff to put out. While we were working, our asst manager, Paula, started complaining about her back and shoulders so I rubbed them for her. I'd done it many times. It wasn't really flirtatious or anything. After all, I was as backward and shy as they came back then. After a few minutes, Paula told Carolyn that she needed to let me do her shoulders and back, too. Carolyn responded that she'd never had a man massage her like that. So I stopped rubbing Paula's shoulders and started on Carolyn's. I started with her skinny little neck, massaging it deep with 2 fingers on either side and worked my way down to her shoulders, working her muscles deeply and sensually.
"Oh wow, that is incredible, John." Carolyn moaned, "I can't believe the girls your age aren't chasing you with talented hands like that."
"That's because John don't know what to do with them, Carolyn." Paula chided as she walked away, "I bet he's never had any."
"That's OK" I responded, "we'll see who doesn't get any more shoulder rubs."
As she walked away I blushed deeply. But, she was right. I kept kneading Carolyn's shoulders then started down her back. As I got down to her lower back, Carolyn grabbed my hands softly and pulled then around her and leaned back into me.
"Hold me again, John, please." She cooed. So I held her from behind and gently rocked her in my arms. Only this time it was different. I noticed the warmth and femininity of her small framed, mature body. We were sensual this time. I got hard almost instantly. I tried not to but I just couldn't stop it. She felt it. She looked up at me and said that it was OK. We held that gaze for a moment and then it happened. We kissed. I had kissed girls before but this was different. This just happened. It was soft and sweet and passionate. It was as natural as breathing. I could feel the passion between us. It was so different than kissing the few girls I had dated in high school. At that age, chemistry was something I needed 3 credits in to get a college degree. I had no idea that Carolyn was about to show what chemistry between a man and woman could be. We soon broke the kiss at the sound of Paula shutting the back room door. Our private moment was over for now. I went back to rubbing her shoulders as if nothing had happened. Once Paula joined us, she said we needed to clean everything up and get ready to close for the night. She stayed up front while Carolyn and I carried the totes back to the back room. After we put them up, we kissed again. This time it was more hungry and feverish. We wanted each other bad. Me, the 18 year old geeky virgin and her the recently gilded wife. We both had a need and the other one could fulfill it.
