The Older Woman.

The Older Woman.
By: boggl3s4u (imboggl3s4u@yahoo.com)

This is my first ever story, so would welcome any feedback, good or bad.

My First Taste of A Woman

A little introduction to this story, this is based on my first time experience with a woman. I was too young to drink or smoke at the time, and a little scared of girls, due to some girls in school teasing me on a daily basis. I was tall for my age and looked older than I actually was, with brown hair, eyes and a cheeky grin. Though today aged 30, I still look back on those times with humour and awe.

It was a Friday afternoon, and I was on my way to my aunt's house, where I stayed most weekends, as usual my little brother was with me on the London Underground as we made the 20 minute journey from Barking to Mile End train station. Though this weekend was going to be different, as my sister and her fiancé were having a house warming party at they're new flat, and my sister had asked me to come along.

The first couple of hours at my aunts were taken up by preening and pruning, asking my cousins what are you wearing, can I try that on. My sister had asked me to come over earlier that everyone else, to help her with setting up the food and drink tables.

Once this was done I popped my first can of lager, ready to get into the spirit of things. One thing my Irish family knew how to do was how to enjoy themselves, which was why I always enjoyed these get-togethers.

The first few people arrived and my sister played the hostess while me and her fiancé, Steve, chatted in the kitchen about how West Ham were playing this season. During this time quite a few more people had arrived and the stereo in the living room was playing soft power ballads. I wandered around talking with family and friends, enjoying the laughter and humour of stories being told, but all too quickly the alcohol that I had consumed was starting to make me woozy and I needed some fresh air. I went out on to the balcony for a couple of minutes, until I felt a bit better, then rejoined the party. The living room was packed as I came back in from the balcony, with people dancing and enjoying the atmosphere. I made my way through the throng to the kitchen to get another lager, I wasn't one for dancing so decided to stay in the kitchen, safe from any of my aunts wanting a dance.

With people coming and going in the kitchen, it seemed a good place to meet everybody as they got themselves a drink. When one of my aunts walked into the kitchen with one of her friends, little did I know about how the rest of the night was going to be like?

In the kitchen at the time were Mark (my older cousin), Steve (sisters fiancé), Eddy (my uncle), Lorraine (my aunt) and Theresa (my aunts friend); we talked about how well the party was going and much we were enjoying ourselves. One by one people left to circulate around, until only Theresa and myself were left.

"Scott, you couldn't do me a favour could you?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Look after my cigarettes, as you don't smoke you wont nick any of them!"

"No problem, if you need them I'll probably be here in the kitchen."

"Great, and thanks."

As Theresa handed me her cigarettes, she looked me in the eyes and kissed me softly on the lips. My initial reaction was ?OH my god she just fucking kissed me', the look on my face must have been a picture, cause as she walk away she turned back towards me and said "You save a dance for me, OK". " Sure" was all I could say back, shit I think I almost fainted there on the spot. As soon as I saw Steve, I told him what had happened, he laughed and called me a STUD, I told him that I didn't know what do, see how things go and stay sober was what he told me.

I pocketed the cigarettes in my trouser pocket, and decided to walk around and mingle, a couple of times I saw Theresa, she would look at me and smile then carry on talking to whoever she was with. Eventually I found myself back in the kitchen, not long afterwards Theresa walked in.

"Scott, could I have a cigarette please?"

"Sure", I started fishing in my trousers to get them.

"Oh, I'll get them", and her hand replaced mine in my trousers, but for a couple of seconds it wasn't cigarettes she was after, her hand was rubbing me up, she was stoking my cock through the material of my pants. I was rock hard in milli-seconds and she knew it too, with a smile "Good, found them" and retrieved her cigarettes, lit one and deposited the pack into my pocket again.

My experience of girls was zero, yet this woman, from what I could tell was coming on to me. I was a teenager with no experience of the opposite sex and she, on the other hand was a woman aged 26, size 10, about 5'8" tall with mousey brown hair and a cute arse. Was she really coming on to me or was she just playing games like the girls in school did. I wasn't sure but I was going to find out, I spotted her dancing and I started dancing close by her, ignoring the fact that she was so close to me that I could smell her perfume. Well, she started moving closer and closer to me, until she was dancing next to me. We looked at each other and then we were dancing together, my arms at the small of her back and her arms around my neck. We danced for an hour or so, until I needed to shift the hard-on in my pants, which Theresa had been rubbing up, so I suggested a drink, in the kitchen we fixed ourselves drinks and went out on the balcony, where we talk away from the music and people.

"So Scott, I couldn't help but notice how much you were enjoying dancing with me."

"Yeah, sorry about that but I just couldn't help it."

"Oh, don't be sorry, I enjoyed it, I really enjoyed doing that to you. So are you going to kiss me or what?"

"I would very much like to."

I didn't need another invitation, I moved towards her wrapping one arm around her waist and the other behind her neck, pulling her lips towards mine, our lips met, parting slightly to savour the others taste, tongues darting into each others mouths. Hands wandering all over each other, mine on her arse and cupping her breast, hers, alternating from my bum to rubbing my cock through my trousers. We were in the grip of passion, kissing and exploring each other's bodies with touches of our hands or lips. Then she pulled away, breathing heavily, looking at me through half closed eyes, "Where did you learn to kiss like that", she said breathlessly.

Now what I lacked in experience, I was more that willing to make up for in quantity and enthusiasm. Though I had no experience of kissing a girl, I merely mirrored what she was doing, but because of my inexperience, enthusiasm took over which proved to be a good way to go.

I replied cockily "I've kissed my fair share of girls", with a cheeky grin.

"Well, meet me in the toilet in five minutes and you can show me what else you can do then, big boy"

"Right in five then" I said verbally, but inside I was screaming SHIT, OH FUCKING SHIT, SHIT FUCKING SHIT.

Now was going to be the moment of truth, was I going to give my apologies to my sister and leave, get the fuck out of there with my tail between my legs, or was I going to take it like a man. Steve's words came back to me "See how things go", well things are going all right, one of those being my virginity in about 4 ½ minutes.

I stood there thinking things over in my head, I should know what to, after all the porn that I'd see, shit it'll be a stroll in the park. My fate was decided, come hell or high water I was going to get fucked tonight.

Getting a Lager from the fridge, while keeping an eye on the time, you know the saying about a watched kettle never boils, well those few minutes were played in triple slow motion for me. Then it was time; I positioned myself outside the toilet, and to anyone who saw me it looked like I was dying for a piss, the way I was hopping back and forth with excitement.

Knock, knock, knock?

The door opened wide, it was dark inside, as the light wasn't on. I moved on in anyway, I was committed now, the door closed behind me and the light was switched on. She stood with her back to the door, while engaging the lock, I was shitting myself and then she said "So Scott, what else have you in those trousers, except my cigarettes?" Smiling she walked past me to sit on the toilet, now I noticed that her blouse was a lot more revealing than before, as a couple of buttons had been undone. This was the signal my cock had been waiting for and it was ready in seconds, she stretched out her hand gripping my belt and pulled me towards her. Belt in one hand, zip in the other all the while smiling up at me, it was a sight that I will always remember, down went my zip and out came my throbbing cock. It looked larger than I had ever seen it before; I was impressed with myself for not shooting my hot cum over her face in that instance. Though that was to be short lived, cause as soon as her warm outstretched tongue flicked my japs eye, I exploded, catching her full in the face.

She didn't flinch once, she merely wiped my cum off her face with her hand and used it to start wanking me off, well I was rock hard again in under a minute. The moment her mouth enveloped my cock, I was in bliss, she started to suck my cum covered cock, taking only half of it in, then slowly withdrawing it, stopping at the tip to run her tongue across my japs eye. All the while I was looking down at her giving me a blow job, she was looking up at me with a smile in her eye. Then her eyes closed and she really went to work, taking my cock fully in her mouth, with one positioned on my butt, pulling me into her and the other massaging my balls. I lost all sense of time and space, until her hand stopped massaging my balls; I looked down to see her skirt at her waist and fingers rimming in and out of her pussy. I reached down and cupped breast, feeling the hardened nipple through the material of bra and blouse.

I lost control again and muttered "I'm going to cum", she went into overdrive, grabbing my arse with both hands, pulling my cock deep into her mouth until I expelled the cum she so wanted deep in her throat. She slowly licked my withering cock clean, while I played with her breasts. When she was done, she leaned back against the cistern and looked up at me.

"That was your first blow job, wasn't it?"

I popped my cock back into my pants saying, "That was my first anything!"

"What, you mean that you're a virgin, I don't believe that?"

"Well believe it, cause its true!"

"Oh?" she said has she stood to wash her hands and face in the sink, "Close the door on the way out", without turning around. I was annoyed, I had an ego that requested a bit of stroking, and not a slapping down that it had just received. I needed a lager; I made my way back to the fridge and popped a can, washing it down in one, grabbing another though taking my time with this one.

For about an hour I mingled, not talking to anyone in particular and not standing still long enough for anyone to engage me in a conversation. Until my aunt Lorraine caught my arm, pulling me back towards her, I thought now I'm going to get it big style, her best friend gave me a blow job only an hour ago.

"Scottie, have you still got Theresa's cigarettes on you?"

Shit, I had forgot all about them until now. "Yeah, here they are", fishing in my trousers for them.

"Be a darling and take them to her, she just went down in the lift to the ground floor."

"Have I got to?"

"Yes, it's her last packet and she can't get any at this time of night!"

"Right, understood loud and clear."

I rode the lift down to the ground floor, trying to think of something to say other than ?here are your cigs', but as the doors opened, she turned towards them, noticing me, she smiled, no she positively grinned. I melted; my legs were like jelly. I walked forward holding the cigarettes out at arms length, smiling she took them from me and lit one. I stood there, I couldn't move if I had wanted to, looking at me through the cigarette smoke, she asked coyly "Scott, do you fancy doing me a really big favour?"

"Sure, what?"

"I missed my taxi, would you mind walking me home?"

"Well, I'll have to square it with my sister first!" "No need for that, I asked Lorraine to send an escort down to take me home, and she sent you, right?"

"Well, yes she did".

"Then it's sorted!" Holding out her arm for mine to link into.

We walked the back streets of East London to her flat, making small talk, but never referring to our earlier encounter. We finally reached her flat, she started up the steps and I turned to walk away.

I have started to write the rest of the events and will gladly post it, so long as I receive a fair rating. Also I welcome any constructive criticism or positive feedback.

Thank you for reading.