This story depicts the initial reluctance of mature sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Joe was your typical eighteen-year-old but had found his personal Nirvana. Typically, he was horny all the time but wasn't the most proficient at the chat up with girls his age, he went to every party going in the area and had a lean athletic build, including packing quite the package, it was just when he opened his mouth, he would fall flat on his face metaphorically speaking. He was wishing for the school year to end as he was off to university and he was secretly hoping a different audience that didn't know about his past failures would be a useful change, although he couldn't ignore the fact that this might be an even fiercer audience.
He had called into a local club to use the toilets and discovered these strange holes in the outside wall that butted onto the lady's toilet next door. On closer inspection, he worked out that they were glory holes at the perfect waist height. The realisation hit him and made him try one of the holes out for size, sadly on that occasion there was no one in the toilet but he knew that the club held singles nights every Thursday and so decided that he would return then to try his theory out. Sure enough, that first visit heralded the results he could have only dreamed of previously. Early on in the night's proceedings, he noticed a line of women and so slunk off to the male facilities. The outside cubicle was occupied but he hung around until it was free and then dived inside.
Within a second of dropping his trousers and stepping forward to the hole, his pecker was enveloped by a warm inviting mouth which moaned approvingly as the lady on the other end worked her lips up and down his length. After dumping his load in the very willing mouth he went back to the bar but having recharged some fifteen or twenty minutes later was back in the cubicle once more. This time the opposite cubicle had two visitors and he was treated to a duel blowjob while they made approving noises about what they thought of his dick. That night was concluded after Joe made a third visit to the toilets to unleash his third load.
The next few weeks were similar repeats of his first time and he considered that this was perfect. He got to loose a couple of loads thanks to some expert oral skills of the ladies concerned. Secondly, he didn't have to put too much effort to get off and thirdly he didn't need to utter a word to put off his prospective partner while he pressed his body against the wall. That's not to say these were silent affairs, Joe noticed a couple of times for the end cubicle to become free that some of the male occupants liked to talk, and the female recipients occasionally made approving coos or moans to inspire the bloke but Joe was in this to get off. He occasionally tried other nights but the Thursday singles nights seemed to have the ladies needing to show their appreciation without having to go through the whole dating game.
This week however everything changed while he was recovering from his first come, he noticed Miss O'Connell, his pretty red-haired history teacher in the crowd. In the classroom, she did a good job of hiding her impressive chest but tonight the babies were on show front and centre in a rather nice pink low-cut dress that did a very good job of showing off her long legs. He wondered by she needed to attend single nights as she was hot in his opinion and could probably have the pick of the blokes in a crowd. Joe slunk back into a dark corner to watch the pretty redhead; some twenty minutes after he spotted her he noticed her disappear off to the toilet -- that's when his fertile mind kicked in. Was she visiting the glory hole or was she just 'powdering her nose'?
A quick glance at his watch noted the time she disappeared from view, if she was back within ten minutes then it was probably the latter. His watch was moving agonisingly slow but eventually, the ten-minute mark came and went and she still hadn't appeared from the toilet, 'Maybe she left without me seeing' he considered. By the time the twenty-minute mark came, Joe had pretty much given up seeing his teacher but then she appeared. Not only did she appear but she looked suitably sheepish as she looked around to see if anyone -- other than Joe -- was paying attention to her but thankfully no one was so she settled in for the rest of the night.
The following Thursday saw Joe tucked in the corner to see if he could see Miss O'Connell once more but it seemed she was a no-show. The week after was almost the same but then he caught sight of her making her way from the far side. Joe quickly ducked into the toilets but had to wait a couple of minutes for the cubicle to be freed up but stepped in the minute the occupant had cleared the door. He had purposefully held back from his preferred activity until now but he was worried he would have blue balls if he didn't get released. Within seconds his trousers were around his ankles and he had pushed his prominent boner through the hole. The lips that enveloped him had a vice-like grip as the delicate tongue flickered around the head and down the sides of his cock.
In his mind's eye he could picture his pretty redhead teacher knelt on the floor feathering her mouth along his dick. Joe found the image quite mesmerising and he feared he would come too quickly so he focused on the toilet walls around him for distraction. It was at this point that the other party gave a low guttural moan; one that sounded very familiar to similar ones heard in the classroom. That did it and Joe let his come fly which seemed to catch the recipient off guard as she made a mixture of spluttering swallow and coughing sounds. Joe pulled back quickly and crouched down to look through the hole to see if he could see who was on the other hand.
Sadly, a hand was wiping their mouth but he was able to clock the type of bracelet that was on the visible wrist, more importantly, as the figure turned to stand up he thought he saw the required red hair and his heart leapt at the prospect that Miss O'Connell -- Rose he seemed to remember was her forename -- had been the one currently swallowing down his come. He quickly washed up and exited the toilets to make sure Rose left soon after. Sure enough, less than five minutes later she exited the toilets and more importantly he could see the nearest arm had a bracelet on -- the same design he had so recently seen. That sealed it for him, his pretty history teacher had just sucked him off.
He almost missed her departure from the club and Joe decided now was the opportune moment to strike. Rose was casually walking towards a row of parked cars when she heard behind her "Miss O'Connell, how nice to see you here tonight."
Rose's heart sank, she had been seen at a singles night on a weeknight and the voice sounded very familiar. She set her face in a smile and turned; she couldn't however mask the initial shock on seeing Joe walking towards her "Errr... hello Joe... I hadn't expected to see you here tonight." Her mind was in turmoil, 'I must get out of here as quickly as I can.'
"Well not really" Joe replied, "I thought you realised it was me earlier in the toilets." The car park was suitably well light that he could see the colour draining from her face and Joe went in for the kill "You know, the toilets with the glory hole" leaving his statement hanging in the air.