I was 24 and I met this 18-year-old girl named Sharon. She worked out in the gym where I worked part-time. The first time I saw her in the gym, she came on to me really strong, which was a little surprising because she looked really innocent. The first time I met her, she kept monopolizing my time by asking me to help her with one workout machine or another and kept asking me to demonstrate how this one or that one was done, even when it was completely obvious how to work the machine.
Sharon was really petite with a cute face small tits, and a nice round ass, especially nice and plump for someone as petite as she was. Her face was pretty, but she wore glasses, which added to her innocent look.
Every time I saw her, she was acting prim and proper, wearing conservative dresses that went past her knee and had collars on them that covered up everything up to her neck. Despite the proper dress, she struck me as someone who had more to offer than she let on, like she had a secret wild side. That's what struck me as being odd about her. She looked like she should be ushering kids to Sunday School, but here she was in the gym, flirting with me for hours on end.
After knowing her for a few weeks, my suspicions were confirmed by a few of her friends. With a little coaxing from the right people, I found out that the innocent persona was just an act and that she was really a big slut who liked to be the center of attention, a far different person from what she tried to make everyone believe. She dressed up as an innocent girl and played the role very well, but she really enjoyed getting man-handled by a capable guy.
With her constant flirtations and armed with the information her friends had shared with me, we ended up hanging out together away from the gym. One afternoon, she had visited me to take a swim at the pool at my apartment complex. The pool was a little crowded, so I didn't want to spend too much time there. After a short swim, Sharon and I went back to my apartment. When we got there, we laid a couple of towels out and sat on the couch in my living room with our damp swimsuits still on.
"Are those your photo albums?" Sharon asked about the books on my coffee table.
"Yeah,want to look at them?"
We started looking at the photo albums. Flipping the pages gave us more reasons to sit close to one another and initiate physical contact.
While she turned the pages, her arm rested on my leg. Every time I told her something or she asked me a question, she'd look me in the eye and listen intently. I leaned over and kissed her. She responded by parting her lips and accepting my tongue into her mouth.
As we kissed, my arms snaked around her. I went a step further and unhooked her little bikini top and pulled it right off of her with no resistance at all. Sharon pressed her chest against mine. I could feel her pointy nipples poking into my chest. I was surprised at how easy this was going. I'd been with women who were quick-starters, but Sharon was ready to go right from the start. I had thought she was so innocent before. Her actions put aside any suspicions I had that her friends had not been telling the truth. They were right on the money.
I guided her to the living room floor right there in broad daylight, slid her bottoms off, and looked at her naked body on my floor. She wasn't at all shy and didn't bother to cover herself up. She was completely comfortable with lying on my floor buck naked with me ogling her from head to toe.
"You have a nice body," I observed.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" she asked with a smile, arching her back, rubbing her thighs past one another, and running her hands up her sides.
I didn't say anything. I felt a little stupid for making that comment, as innocent as it had been.
