I got my first handjob when I was 21 and it was in my boss’s limousine.
He left me alone on the couch as he went downstairs. From hidden speakers flowed one of Beethoven's piano sonatas, its dark harmonies and urgent, roiling melodies in perfect counterpoint to my own inner torment. I'm not sure how long I sat there but when I glanced at my watch I realized that I would never get home in time to keep my husband from wondering why I was late.
She was radiant. Shining more brilliant and golden then the sun it self. I needed her at night like the stars needed the moon. I had to have her. I was out side the church, having a smoke when she needed some fire. Fire, I could feel the fire. Gorgeous and warm. So, me being me at that time, and me reading her for who she really was. Thrust my pack of smokes onto the ground clearly throwing them on purpose. I told her to pick them up, she winked back at me, bent over and came back up just as I smacked her ass. I always did dumb shit like that, here and there it was all in good fun.
It was a spontaneous act that we did in that building that day. Yes, the sex wasn’t comfortable but the feeling of having tasted the forbidden fruit was mind-blowing.
Oh, I forgot to mention this! My teacher, she’s not MISS, but Mrs. Thatcher! And even this did not stop her from having fun in the company of a guy who was much younger than herself. And this guy’s name was Hector. I have to say that he was a very good dude with a kind heart and I enjoyed his company very much. In fact, I preferred to only be in his company, much more than when Mrs. Thatcher was together with us. But Mrs. Thatcher got insanely jealous… She accused him of showing interest in a younger girl. Pfff, as if she herself had not used me for her own interests! Mrs. Thatcher is the one to blame that this story ended tragically. I will never see Hector again. He's gone. But I am going to take revenge on her and punish her for what she’s done!
Mistress paused once more. My heart thudded frenetically. If it beat any harder it would burst.
I knelt on the cold floor, awaiting her arrival. The unyielding floorboards bit into my kneecaps, coating them in pain. But this was how I'd been instructed to wait - I had no choice but to endure.
Adam is my younger brother that has always been a pain in my butt, but I loved him anyway. He was always perverted since growing up in his teens. He tried everything to be a sex fiend. He was not the cutest guy or even looked attractive to most women, so you can figure how much sex he actually got. I have found him jumping out of windows and running down the street with husbands and boyfriends chasing him.