Coming Of Age Pt 02 2

I didn't hear anything from Ray the evening after our first meeting in the café, so contented myself with watching my favourite daddy/teen clips and perusing erotica while pretending to be upstairs studying. He must have been playing hard to get a little, I frowned to myself. I'd seen the way he'd devoured me with those wolfish eyes, giving me an ego boost and turning me on just thinking about it. I decided to turn off the video I was watching of an old plumber fucking a ditzy blonde on the kitchen counter and turned my fantasies to Ray having made me give him my knickers in the café that afternoon. I wonder what he'd have me do when I met him at his house? I thought of him as I touched myself. Holding me in his big arms as he thrust into me until I came in both my thoughts and all over my hand as I strummed in bed.

I anxiously checked my phone all the next day, and nothing. Surely an old bloke like Ray wouldn't play games like the boys? Thinking he must have had second thoughts, I resigned myself to bed. Then, just when contemplating whether to read another erotic story to take my mind off it or go to sleep, I got two texts in short "ding ding" notifications. Of course, thank Jesus, it was Ray.

The first simply read "Hi" and then his address. I rushed to find it online. In the suburbs on the other side of town. Easy to get to, but unlikely I would ever bump into him or know anyone in common, I thought. Perfect. The following messages gave me a couple of options to meet. I went to reply right away, no thoughts of acting coy. I wasn't used to dancing these dances texting back and forth, and I had an urge to see Ray and see where this went -- that kinda scared me a little, to be honest. I quelled those thoughts and pressed send -- I had to get out of my comfort zone. I had to "carpe that fucking diem," as my friend Fran would say (albeit usually just before making poor, drunken choices)!

As it was Friday by this point, we agreed on next Tuesday afternoon. I only had morning classes -- usually I'd go to the library or gym, but hopefully a different kind of workout was on the cards! I wondered if Ray worked...

***

That weekend I got myself ready. What should I wear? I wanted to be sexy, but also casual enough. I had dresses for nights out, but they weren't appropriate for this... well, would you call it a date? A hook-up? I then remembered my older sister's old room and went for a snoop while my parents were out Saturday morning shopping. She only stayed the odd weekend or Christmas nowadays, so most of her stuff was boxed up. She had been much more cool and girly than me when younger but I was quite a bit taller, although with a much smaller bust, unfortunately... Rummaging around in a box from her most slutty phase, I found a tight white vest with 3 buttons that showed on me at least a flash of midriff as I moved and one of her black teenage push-up bras that cupped my little tits underneath. I also found some cute denim shorts that went nice with my trainers. I liked the way the high waist hugged and accentuated my hips flaring out, and the baggy hems showing off my now toned legs. I'd always been fairly skinny (apart from my arse), but I now felt tight and fit after my new workout regime. With an oversized jumper over the top, it didn't appear too whorish, I supposed, but I could soon remove that. I also found her old knicker stash and went for a simple black pair to match the bra. Some nicked little hooped earrings too, and I was set.

I took myself in in the mirror, posing and pouting. I was happy with my figure, and the odd youthful spot I'd got on my chin seemed to have cleared up after taking up swimming, making me feel much more confident. I wished my tits were more impressive still, but my waist, arse and legs made up for it, I supposed. I had been told I was pretty, though I had never worn much makeup before my friend Liv, who studied Beauty, had given me a practice makeover as part of my friendship group's efforts to help me move on from my ex. Just a touch of mascara and dark lip glosh to complement my blue eyes and caramel-chocolate hair on her guidance. I usually put it up out of the way in a bun or clip but now let it hang loose and wavy over my shoulders.

***

At last, Tuesday came round. I wasn't an idiot and had told my closest friend Fran that I was going to meet a guy at this address I'd met "online" -- not strictly a lie! I did it for her all the time so she'd clapped her hands as I told her in the library that Monday afternoon. Finally, I was going dating, it seemed. I went with it, wanting to keep the truth hidden. Luckily, she didn't pry too much. It would be humiliating if anyone found out. They'd think I was mad!

Although randily excited before, waking up that morning I was a bag of nerves as reality set in. The butterflies not stopping as I forced down some breakfast, sat on the bus into town or autopiloted through that morning's classes. During the break I checked my phone and saw I had a message from Ray that simply said, "Still on?"

I gulped and decided to head across the road to the shop for a can of pop to calm my somersaulting belly. As I walked, my inner voice told me this was stupid and I should back out. What the hell was I doing? This wasn't me... not really. Then, as if the stars had aligned, I spotted my ex and his new bird walking down path to the campus. My blood froze. This was the first time I'd ever seen them together. I knew her by sight but we'd never met (thank God!), while if my schedule did make me cross paths in a corridor with my ex, we just awkwardly nodded "Hi" and carried on walking. Now, seeing them smiling arm in arm struck me and gave me resolve. I couldn't just be a non-playing character in a game, an extra in someone else's film. I had to seize the day. I scurried into the shop before they could see me and quickly texted Ray back, "Yes! Xx".

***

As soon as class finished, I was off on the walk to the other side of town, the route and street names memorised in my head. I'd never been to this area before. It was nice, with wide, leafy streets. I then walked through a scenic little park and into a cul-de-sac. I'd paced fast in my frantic, sexually charged energy and was much earlier than our 1pm agreed time. So I went back to the park and sat on a bench. This pause didn't help my nerves... What was I doing? Did I want this? Yes, I thought, for once I'm going to be crazy and see where this goes. If it came to nothing or was a disappointment, at least I'd tried. How mad was this, though? What would I have done by the time I left his house? Would I suck his cock? Would he fuck me? What would it be like? I resolved I definitely would do those things if he wanted me to. What about anal? Not sure...

At five to I got myself together, had a stick of gum to calm my nerves, smeared on some more mascara and lippy, sprayed some scent, texted I was almost there and set off down the long road to Ray's street.

It was a quiet little road of only about 12 or so houses. His was in the corner, hidden away behind tall bushes and ferns. As I walked down the path, I took it in. A cheery red brick semi-detached with flower pots blooming colour around the door, a reputable blue Ford on the driveway. From what I could deduce so far from Ray, this house and car was him to a tee. I guess what really mattered, though, was what lay under this façade...

The garage door screeched open just as I spat my gum in the bushes and I walked down the drive -- he'd been watching for me. I flushed -- had he seen me spit out the gum?

"Hello, love. You're looking very nice today."

"Thank you," I smiled, trying to be cheery but the words catching in my throat. "Hello!" I tried again. I took off the jumper as I stooped under the garage door, getting a tad hot and flustered.

I went in to hug him. He smelt of earthy cologne and woody smoke like he'd been gardening, dressed in khaki shorts and a plain black t-shirt. I breathed him in, my face under his chin as he wrapped his burly arm around me, a hand on my waist, gripping my hip subtly in a way that promised more to come...

"Hot today," he said casually.

"Yes, and maybe it will get hotter?" I couldn't help picking up the cheesy banter from before in my nervousness.

"First things first, love. Let's see you try the bike out."

As he wheeled the gorgeous bike out, I noted he'd put the lovely basket and the lock on already. "Wow!"

"Go on. Take her for a spin up the road."

I got on and rode off, knowing he'd be ogling my bare legs, arse on the thin seat, and exposed waist as my tight top rode up. At least all my hard work the last few months was paying off! I turned around and leaned forward on my approach back, giving him a view down my unbuttoned top. The whole thing for show whether he'd meant it or not. I also made a show of getting off, pretending to fall into him a bit as I dismounted. I just wanted to touch him again.

"Think she'll do?"

"Yes, lovely and smooth!" I grinned. "Well, the suspension is a bit hard for the cobbles in town..."

"I'm sure you'll love that..."

"Don't want to get too sore."

Ray laughed. "Lovely stuff. Why don't we go in for a cup of tea and work out... payment?"

"Sounds fantastic!"

"Shoes off then. You can leave them by the garage door."

With that, Ray went into the house, the door open for me to join him. I kicked off my shoes and took in the interior of the garage. It was more like a workshop than a place to park your car, with workbenches, racks of tools and half-painted or sanded furniture strewn about. Quite easily like something from a horror film, I mused as I noticed one particularly big circle saw... I felt my pulse quicken and a hint of cool sweat on my back as my body went into fight or flight mode. It was so exhilarating!

I padded through the doorway and into the house, my eyes taking a moment to adjust in the dim hallway. It was clean, and cosy, but seemingly obvious a bloke lived here alone. The corridor had pictures of WW2 aircraft on the walls and an amateur painting of the town's football stadium, before opening up into the bright living room facing onto a big back garden. Light streamed in through a pair of French doors, casting beams over an armchair facing a tele in the corner, a sofa with coffee table against the other wall, and a dining table at the back before a small kitchenette in an alcove.

Ray was in there watching the kettle boil and nodded for me to sit. I plonked on the sofa and fretted, trying to appear sexy and demure, but understated. Feeling my awkwardness creep in as Ray busied himself wordlessly with milk and mugs, his back to me, I asked where the bathroom was.

"Upstairs, love."

With that I trotted on up. The bathroom was also bright and cosy with very feminine towels drying and a vintage English seaside picture. Surely a hangover of a divorce? I checked my makeup and did a nervous pee, checking my panties -- they were soaked due to the undercurrent of tension I felt.

I toyed with peeping in the two bedroom doors closed on the landing but decided against it and went back down the stairs. Ray had closed the blinds and now lounged in his armchair, shamelessly taking in my legs as I came down.

"There's your tea, love," he greeted, reclining casually. He was totally in control. I was in the wolf's den here. A lamb to the slaughter. A very willing, wet, young lamb.

I thanked him, sat down, and took a sip nervously, glad to wash away the dry nerves forming in my throat. He just took me in with that disarming half smirk that seemed to be almost painted on his face whenever he looked at me. He knew the score.

"So, tell me about your ad. Your ad about wanting... to learn," he opened. It seemed all thought of the bike was now definitely gone, and I started talking. As I began babbling my explanations on the spot, I decided to be frank. Telling him about my ex, wanting to try and learn new things from a real man with experience. The 2 drunken dalliances that had proved so lame. How I had posted drunk and forgot I'd not logged out when enquiring about the bike...

He nodded, listening calmly, unmoving. His eyebrows raised and half frowning at some of the more ridiculous bits. Fucking me with his blue eyes as he took me and my unleashed wave of words in.

I sighed as I finished, "And now I'm here... with you."

"Yes. Yes, you are," he nodded. "What kind of things do you want to try with this older, more experienced man?"

"I guess everything. Different positions... technique... situations. I'll do whatever he says... I dunno... Are you... experienced?"

He chuckled at that. "I had a few girlfriends around your age but then was with my ex-wife for a long time. The last few years I've dated a few older women, but nothing's stuck. I guess you could say I have been about a bit, though, aye."

"I see..." I breathed.

There was a pause. I began to speak, about to ask about his wife, but he talked first. Probably for the best, I thought to myself.

"Well... stand up," he said matter of factly, with no thought I should hesitate, never mind disobey, it seemed. I went rigid for a half heartbeat and felt my modern woman self give way to a baser instinct, glancing down demurely before I caught myself and stood up.

"Come in front of me."

I did so on autopilot, my hairs standing on end as I obeyed and moved to his words like a robot. Fuck!

"Stand straight," he ordered, ice cool. I stared straight ahead at him sat back in his armchair cross legged, my hands on my hips, tits out.

"You've a very sexy young lass. Your old boyfriend was a fool. I'm sure you have plenty of potential for me to... whip into shape."

I felt a jolt in my belly at the word "whip". Both good and bad. "Thank you...."

"Call me 'Sir'. I liked that before. Reminds us who's in charge."

"Yes, Sir." As if there was any doubt, I thought.

He nodded. "Take off your top."

I did so clumsily as it got stuck on my larger-than-normal earrings. Unsure what to do with it, I threw the vest on the sofa. The slight draft from the kitchen making my exposed shoulders tingle and shiver in my heightened state as adrenaline surged through me.

"You've got a great body. Do you exercise?"

"Yes, a lot since my breakup. Mostly running and swimming... Sir."

"Make sure you keep up your regime. Although I plan to make you burn a lot of calories and sometimes be a little sore."

I giggled a little. "I hope you plan on me taking on a few more calories at some point, Sir..." I couldn't help being a little cheeky with him.

He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. "All in good time, all in good time."

"What a little slut!" I bet he was thinking...

"Now the bra, love," he sipped on his tea. So casual.

What a bloke. The dynamic was out of my dirtiest fantasies. I knew I was sopping wet downstairs and my bra cups were getting damp underneath too, with even more nervous sweat pricking my exposed skin. I sneaked a peek at his groin as I unclipped the bra. He didn't seem to be hard... yet. I hoped he didn't need a blue pill!

I took an internal gulp and peeled off the bra, tossing it to join the vest. Titties unleashed, I felt very vulnerable suddenly. This was real. Only my ex had seen my boobs intimately like this before...

"Nice!" Ray remarked. "Perky..."

I'd always been self-conscious of how small they were. I had instinctively gone with my hands to cover them but now held them up, my nipples like two little bullets.

"Thank you," I gushed.

"Turn around," he gestured to spin. I did so slowly. Like a rotisserie chicken, I thought -- hopefully he'll be skewering me soon... I heard him slurp as he sipped his tea again. "Face the wall. Shorts off."

Knowing he wanted a show, I bent over and looked back over my shoulder at him, biting my lip (hopefully) seductively as I unbuttoned the shorts. My peachy arse filled them, but they were baggy on my thighs, so easily slipped down when over my hips and cheeks. I pouted, giving him a good view of my backside, my legs straight, back arched as I kept eye contact with him. My new stretching regimen was paying off, it seemed. I turned around to kick them over to the rest of my piled garments and face him again. I shivered, yet could feel myself perspiring, nude save for my borrowed underwear. My body was on fire, my skin clammy.

"Very nice. Very nice," he said in affirmation. "Now, give me the panties too."

Ray gestured for me to turn around and repeat. I caught myself -- after this, I was totally nude and vulnerable. My last secret revealed... I gulped.

"Whatever you say, Sir." I turned round again and repeated the process as I pulled them down over my bent-over rear. Feeling them resist slightly over my pussy from my prolonged stickiness. This time I didn't turn around and kick them off, instead bending right down as I pulled them to my ankles, displaying my shaved pussy lips and doubtless puckered little star. I stood up slowly, smiling to him as I stepped up and out of the panties.

Then, an idea struck me.

I picked my knickers up with my toes and stretched my leg out for him to take them off me, planting my foot on his knee. I wasn't into feet or anything but knew my long legs were one of my best features. Thankfully, Ray appreciated the little improvisation, gifting me an approving chuckle. As I passed them to him, I blushed as I saw the slick mark of my wetness against the glossy black of the material in the gusset. Luckily, Ray seemed too busy appreciating my legs, running a hand down my thigh and calf before taking the knickers. I shivered, a tingle running up my thighs to my groin, belly and back as his comparatively cold hand teased my burning skin.

Back on two feet, I stood there melting yet freezing as Ray took me in, resisting the urge to fidget and cover my tits and groin. I'd shaved everything last night to be totally smooth and clean, in case I ended up.... well, kinda like this, I guess. It was the first time I'd ever done it, usually getting rid of everything but a small landing strip for swimming, making me feel even more naked, if that was possible.

I blushed as his eyes roved over me, nodding "Nice!" to my pussy.

I cleared my throat and smiled shyly, stealing another peek at his groin as I glanced down from his piercing gaze. Going for a hopefully sexy pin-up girl stance of one hand in my hair and the other at my hip in a playful but hopefully flattering pose. This forced my tits out, was my thinking, and accentuated my flat stomach and curvy hips, yet made my pussy feel less exposed.

He raised the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, fiercely locking eyes on me, making me giggle awkwardly and weirdly flattered in the tension as he exhaled enthusiastically.

"Ah... sweet as honey!"

What an old perv!

"Stand up straight again," he ordered, tossing them to land atop the rest of my garments, and getting up to face me.

I jolted to attention, now unthinking as he bore over me, eyeing me up barely a foot away, his chin level with my messed-up bun.

"How tall are you?"

"Five foot five, I think..."

Ray circled me predatorily, just muttering "Nice, nice, very nice" as he took me in. I had to admit, I was enjoying the attention. He slapped my arse with a light smack, making me giggle and shriek as he walked around me like an officer inspecting his subordinates.

"Hands behind your back," he whispered in my ear, groping my arse, making me whimper and bite my lip, pushing my tush out into his palm before I could stop myself. Ray suddenly reached around and groped my tits, making me yelp in surprise. I had to bite down even harder not to squeal as he cupped and squeezed.

"What's your bra size?" His words hot on my neck, ignoring my response.

"B, S-sir."

"Good job I'm an arse man, eh!" He gave another playful squeeze, making me gasp and lurch forward, pushing my arse out into him. Ray just pulled me back like a ragdoll. "And your shoes?"