All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 4...
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The next week I rang the bell as usual, still not quite believing that just 7 days ago I'd had sex for the first time ever, and with Heather of all people. She was nearly as old as my mother, a friend of the family, and was fairly short and dumpy too. But her personality was so friendly, and her soft jumpers so arousing, so how could I even think of saying no?
"Come on in, pet!" she smiled, opening the door. "Everyone's out again, so we will just have to amuse ourselves, won't we?" She was wearing a plain black v-necked cardigan, with a grey knitted skirt and slippers. I could see that she had no bra on, as the black wool clung to her low, full breasts and her nipples raised the wool in distinctive little mountains when the light caught her. Her cleavage showed too, with her breasts quivering as she walked.
"Don't stare, it's rude!" she said shutting the door and showing me into the lounge. I blushed - I didn't realise that my staring at her body had been so obvious.
"Well you cheeky boy, fancy looking at me like that!" she said, idly stroking her left hand over her jumper, letting it dwell over her breast as she felt the soft wool. "I'm afraid we can't do what we did last week - it's the wrong time of the month for me. But I've been thinking of what you might like, and I've got some ideas for today's lesson. Are you ready?"
I nodded - whatever it was my cock longed to cum with her again.
"Well, up you go to the back bedroom, and strip off to your underpants. I'll be up in just a mo - I've got to lock the back door to make sure we're safe!"
The room looked the same as ever, just the bed, wardrobe, chair and mirror. I stripped off quickly, looking forward to my treat. My cock was looking forward too - or at least pressing forward. Then I heard her coming upstairs, before she came in and stood in front of me.
"Well Andrew, you look pleased to see me!" she smiled, "To start with, I thought I should make it fair to you. So as I can see your pants, you should be able to see mine too - so please come and undo my skirt for me!"
She lifted her arms and held them out, beckoning me towards her. I touched the soft grey wool of her skirt, and felt an involuntary twitching in my pants. I had to lift the hem of her cardigan to see what type of fastening it was, and felt so aroused, fumbling around her wool-enrobed body.
"Are you having fun, pet?" she asked, seeing me getting no-where. "It's elastic round the waist - you can just pull it down!"
So I pulled the waistband out, and eased it down over her hips, revealing her plain white cotton panties that were stretched tightly over her bottom. I kneeled down, and slid the skirt to the floor then looked up. There right in front of me, the tight white cotton of her panties slipped between her legs, folding excitingly into the darkness.
"It's no good looking there, pet, I've told you it's out of bounds this week. But you can have a look here if you like!" And she slid her hands over her cardigan, cupping her breasts in her hands, thrusting them forward and stroking them at the same time.
