Just after I moved ,for the very first time, to an apartment all by myself was when I was nineteen years old. It was a small place but I managed, and come to think of it, it was just perfect for a single person to live in. After about week I "lured" my first lay into my new apartment and we had a pretty wild time, lots of coarse screaming involved…
Yet another week passed, and I was sitting by my computer at approximately nine in the evening cruising some sex sites. The doorbell rang, as it always does when you cannot immediately open, whether you're doing the dishes or sitting gazing at some naked women spreading eagle. I quickly put the computer in standby mode, put a pair of jeans on and slowly walk towards the door trying to bring my heartbeat down.
When the doorbell rang its second time I had to answer…
I opened the door standing without a shirt and jeans with a slight bulge to the left of the crotch. In front of me stood a petite women in her early thirties. She had a white blouse unbuttoned indecently low and a short black skirt on. Still she managed to look kind of business women like. She had no makeup on, still she was more beautiful than most women her age. She quite ample breast and no bra on, I could clearly see her areolas under that thin white blouse.
She watch me with a mischievous smile and said;
- Hi there! We live just next door to you and thought we should ask you over for a cup of coffee or something.
I was taken by surprise and was a bit ashamed about the lump in my pants not cooling down.
- Yeah, sure. Why not. I said.
She got an even bigger smile and grabbed a hold of my hand!
- What are you do… Was all I had time to try and say before she flooded me with words and dragging me to her door, opening it and pushing me inside.
- Wow, you know what? The last person who lived in you're apartment was a exchange student from China. Yia tsen was her name you knew her? No? Well we always had her over for some chatting. Honey! We have a guest!
I was dragged through the hallway and I had time to see a door with a skull and crossed bones that read "Keep out" and a road-styled sign picturing a bull that took a shit that said "No Bullshit" I thought that it was the room of a rebellious young boy. Then I was whisked into the bedroom.
There a fairly large man sat watching some vacation film obviously of the family out on a caravan trip or something. He stood and extended his hand. He was perhaps five years older than his wife and had some regal stature to him, like Sean Connery as James Bond perhaps. He was pretty much taller than me but most are. For some reason he only had his bathrobe on.
- Hi, I'm Roger. He said giving me a warm smile. I shook his hand and sat down in the couch slightly behind Rogers seat.
- Hi, I'm Stephen, Steve. I said. The women strode past her husband gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered something. Then she came and sat herself down next to me.
That was pretty much all Roger said, his wife on the other hand…
- Oh my! I haven't introduced myself have I? I'm Helen.
I had my hands crossed in my lap on top of my now deflating lump. She took her hand and tried to grasp my right hand to shake it but she accidentally scraped her long fingernails right over my bulge. She pretended she had not done that and looked me right in my eyes and shook my hand.
- Nice to meet you Helen. I said accompanied with a nod of the head.
- Yes I know. She said broad smile splitting her face and she trailed her eyes over my chest down to the full-grown thing my hands were hiding.
For about a quarter Roger sat motionless in his seat, the only thing visible was a left shoulder and arm. Helen gave me plenty of information, whether I wanted it or not…
Yia tsen the Chinese girl had apparently almost lived with the family, she had had trouble finding friends but was not disliked by her classmates, they just didn't have the energy to make a new acquaintances. Helen asked me my age, occupation and that usual stuff asked when you're small talking. Then she returned to talk about their pet that apparently followed them on their caravan vacation. During Helens briefing I could hear music, I think Limp Biscuit, from their sons room, that didn't seem to bother either especially much.
Suddenly Roger turns around and says;
- Steve. Watch this. Then he spins his chair back to the original position and his left hand points to the tv-set. Then the sides of his robe slides to each side of the chair, I still can't see him or what he's doing so I don't dwell on it.
The sound is so low I can only hear murmuring sounds and the music from the boys room doesn't help. I see the camera moving from the interior of the caravan to the exterior filming Helen sunbathing topless and bottomless, she smiles and waves in to the camera. At the site of her big firm breasts and her almost completely shaven mound I go face red and tries to say something beginning to rise from the couch.
- What…eh…wait a min… That's all I can say before Helen puts here fingers to my lips and eases me down into the couch again.
So I sit there throbbing, face red and a heartbeat at hundred and eighty. Then the camera passes Helen and a even smaller slim female figure comes into view. I can see that she's that Chinese girl that served as Helen and Rogers pet. Her small firm breast glistens with sweat in the sun and her pussy mound has no sight of hair on it.
Yia tsen talks for bit saying something's that I cannot hear because of the volume and then a broad smile grows on her pretty face. During whatever she said her nipples clearly stiffened and she started to move her legs so the thighs rubbed together.
- Here comes the best part. Roger said, I could see his left arm doing some of that up and down motion every guy recognizes. And his voice was a bit strained.
By this time I could use som of that myself, so I started to rise and excuse myself again. I got so far as to opening my mouth before Helen was instantly infront of me, pushing me back down into the couch and she took her blouse of. Her big breast just slightly losing their firmness swayed out into my face. Just as quickly as she had gotten up she was sitting next to me again, but this time with her breasts free and her left hand resting on my crotch. She didnt move her hand, she had just placed it there, but I could feel her hand shake with every beat of my heart and throbbing of my cock.
The "best part" Roger was talking about was Yia tsen trying to even get Rogers huge cockhead into her mouth. Rogers cock was at least nine inches and that little chinese girl was just not getting that thing into her mouth, but she kept sucking the top of his cock and licking it like a lollipop.
Suddenly the chair Roger sat in shook and a huge stream of glistening fluid shot out infront of the chair in a big pool on the floor. He got up, his halflimp cock hanging down, globs of sperm on his stomach and legs were glistening in the murky room only lit by the TV.
- Excuse me. he said. I'll leave you two to whatever it is that Helen has planned. Smiling he headed towards the bathroom and I heard the shower being turned on.
- Helen I don't , I mean, What… I was speachless. Was that big guy gonna let his wife take in a nineteen year old guy and just leave them in the coach? She with her tits out and hand on his crotch?
- Aww, c'mon Steve I can feel you want this. She rubbed her free hand over her stiff nipples and down under her miniskirt. I imagined I heard a squishing sound when I thought her hand hit home.
She got up, pushed the coffetable to the far wall and went to the tv-set turned it off and went to the soundsystem putting on some type of slow jazz.
- Steve… Take youre pants off, please. She said as she started to move very soft and sexy to the music.
I didnt say a word, I just sat there staring and all the events had turned me on so much I couldnt think straight, I was so horny I had entered som kind of haze. I stood unbuttoning my jeans and pulled them down to my feet kicking them off me. I hadnt even any underware on. Helen swayed her hips slowly stroking her breasts with her hands and stared at my ,compared to Rogers cock tiny six incher, rockhard, foreskin covering half of the head and the top glistening with pre-cum.
She licked her lips very seductivly and zipped her miniskirt up, letting it slide to the floor and she smoothly stepped out of it. She had on a pair of see-through white lace panties that didnt have enough material to floss youre teeth in once. She stood there dancing slowly sexy, and I sat in the couch naked and just watched, I found it so fascinating I didnt even think of easing my pain.
