The house behind Andrea’s
by lucy_anne21

Andrea noticed a man watching her undressing in her bedroom.

She had lived at number 26 almost all of her life. It was a nice large semi detached with a reasonably sized back garden. Set back in a tree lined avenue, her father kept it well maintained and it always looked homely and welcoming. It adjoined the back garden of the houses in the next street.

She had long dark, almost black hair, pale skin, with grey blue eyes. Smooth skin, and a straight nose, full lips, which when her face was in repose fell onto a natural soft pout. High cheekbones gave her a haughty look, enhanced by a good jawline and neat ears. A natural, almost classic beauty she attracted attention wherever she went. As she grew up, she loved to spend time in the garden, and did all the things that girls do, handstands, cartwheels and twirling around quickly enough to make her skirt fly up. She enjoyed the feeling of air swirling around her legs and body, and to a degree the freedom she felt when exercising herself. As with most girls, she grew steadily from a gangly child, into a well-developed young woman.

In the house opposite which backed onto her parent's house, there was a nice young man, who she spoke to now and again over the years. He often stopped to speak with her when he was out tidying up his garden. Gareth was on the short side, around 5'4" and slimly built, straight sandy hair, fresh complexion, with hazel eyes, he was quite attractive, and she enjoyed talking to him. In fact, she had a little bit of a secret crush on him. He was around 23 then, lived alone, but had a well-paid job working as an operations and scheduling planner for a large airline. A very amenable man, he wasn't very forward, in fact quite shy, but easy for her to get on with. There had been the odd girlfriend, they didn't seem to stay around for long, but he was most definitely straight, despite his softish nature.

He spoke quite fluent French, it was part of his job when planning aircraft maintenance, particularly if he was arranging services for the planes, some of which had to be carried out in Toulouse. He often dropped the odd French comment in an attempt to impress her. She never revealed that she had taken French at secondary school from aged 11 and had achieved 'A star' level at her final exams. Also spending most summers with her parents in a Gîte in Brittany, she was far more fluent in the language than he was.

Over the low wire fence, he showed her his garden and pointed out the various plants and shrubs he had planted. He'd never given her any cause for alarm, or made her feel uncomfortable, but she liked him paying attention to her. The two streets were connected by several small lanes that ran between the houses, so it was easy to walk through without having to go to the end of the avenue and around. So, from time to time, she would go round to his garden, and he would show her how to pot bedding plants. Always standing behind her as she bent down to tend the plants, or when she kneeled and leaned forwards using a trowel or her hands to pat the soil down.

Sometimes they would go into his house and have tea and biscuits. He was slowly renovating it, and in later years, just before she left for her aunts, she often helped him. Becoming an extra pair of hands, assisting him to run cable for the rewiring work in each room. Often climbing up on the stepladder as she fed wire to him down inside the wall channels. She noticed how well he looked after her, taking care of her safety, making sure she didn't overbalance as she reached above her head. They were friendly and she enjoyed her moments with him, he was never inappropriate, but from time to time, in the evenings as she got ready for bed, she saw him watching her in her room, from his bedroom window.

At 16 she left her home to go and live with her uncle and aunt for a few years, so she could go to a prestigious sixth form college to complete her 'A' levels prior to choosing her career path. Sharing their home with her two cousins, both girls, one slightly older than her at 20, and the other a around her age. They all got on well together, but towards the end of her stay, after her 18th birthday, she noticed her uncle was frequently watching her, his eyes full of fire, but to be fair, he didn't ever try to go any further than that. Far from making her feel uncomfortable, she found that his attention thrilled her, and she revelled in it. Often behaving in a very precocious and flirtatious manner when he was around.

She grew up and matured considerably over the two years she spent there with both of her cousins, enjoying their company, and going out together at the weekends. Sometimes in the evenings during the last few months of her stay, when her uncle and aunt were in bed, she would discuss sex with the two girls, in hushed whispers they explored the various intricacies and learnt from each other about different acts. They were all straight, but now and again when they had brought themselves up to a fever pitch of arousal, they practiced kissing with each other, as many girls do.

Her cousins were both sexually active, Helen the younger one was far more experienced than her sister, Beatrice, and described in intimate details how things should happen. She had actually taken videos with her iPhone and took delight in showing them what she had done with various men. Listening to her was an education in itself. It was clear to all three of them that their sexual appetites, as girls were just as strong as mens were, if not stronger, but not appreciated because they tended to more discreet about what they wanted.

Andrea's contribution was a little more reserved, edging around her own limited experience, asking more than she revealed. However, she did tell them in some depth, about Gareth and her interactions with him. How much she liked him, and how nice he was to her. Helen asked.

"Have you kissed him?"

'No, not yet anyway."

"Do you fancy him?"

"No, not really. Well perhaps a little bit."

Beatrice chimed in.

"So, he just likes to spend time with you, and watch you then?"

"I suppose so, yes."

Helen frowned before asking.

"Tell us Andrea, does he look up your dress?"

"He does, quite a bit actually, I've never really thought about it, but then most men do if they get the chance, it's happened to me for as long as I can remember."

"So, he's one of those guys that hang around the bottom of the stairs in department stores, peeping as we go up?"

"I don't think he's quite that, but he does enjoy watching me, I have no idea what it is about seeing our knickers that is so exciting to men, but there it is. So, what do you think I should do?"

Helen and Beatrice both giggled and looked meaningfully at each other before Beatrice replied.

"Very often, these men like to look, for a lot of them, it's all they want, but they rarely have enough courage to try and take it further. If you like him, try to seduce him. Be aggressive about it, positive, perhaps a little rough, don't even ask, just pounce on him. He'll either give in to you or run a mile."

"You sound as though you've had experience Beatrice?"

"We both have, there's a surprising number of shy wallflowers out there. Anyway, try it if you are interested in him. After all, what have you got to lose, if he takes you up, then you get a night of sex, if not, then he probably won't bother you again. Go on, give it a try."

"Did you do that yourself?"

"Of course we did."

The two cousins looked meaningfully at each other once again, before Helen explained.

"There was this one boy, he was nearly 20, he was always hanging around watching us, we both went to a party, and he was there. Mum and dad had gone off for a weekend break, so we brought him home, here. Actually, on this bed, we both had him, several times each, he didn't stand a chance. He was like a bit of limp string when we finished with him, but he wasn't shy anymore after that."

They both went onto a silent reverie for a few minutes, as they recalled the events. Andrea was quite taken with the story they told her, relishing every last of the details, storing them away for her future reference. Beatrice spoke at last.

"Go on Andy, take a chance, drain his balls, after all of you don't try, you'll never know."

Helen added her opinion to the conversation.

"Get him to give you oral, you'll love it."

"Really?"

"You've never done that?"

There was a mischievous glint in Helen's eye as she turned to her sister.

"You hold her down Beatty, and I'll lick her out."

They all collapsed in gales of laughter at Helen's outrageous teasing, but she listened carefully as Beatrice encouraged her once more.

"Don't hesitate Andy, flash your frillies at him, he won't be able to resist."

Andrea nodded and decided to take their advice when she returned home after her exams. Seeing that, Helen made one last comment on the subject.

"Make sure you tell us both about it, every last sensual dirty detail."

"Mmmm, alright, I will, if it goes well."

Andrea had a few boyfriends while she was there. and took part in some very heavy kissing and petting with them. She enjoyed being touched, fingered, and felt by another person, and came to understand what a penis felt like in her hand. However, eventually she got a reputation amongst the male students at school, of being a prick teaser, something that she never denied, and in fact actively encouraged.

Returning home after the two years, she had become a fine young woman, over 18 with extremely good exam results, she decided to spend some time to assess what she was going to do next. Delighted to find that Gareth still lived behind her house, and he still lived alone, he was now 31. At 5'7" she was now taller than him and with her shapely well-proportioned body, enjoyed the feeling of power those small factors gave her. In turn, he seemed delighted to see her after she had arrived home, and they had increasingly frequent small conversational exchanges over the garden fence. Drawing closer together as their relationship blossomed.

One particular day she saw him waving to her to come close to the fence. She noticed his eyes flicking over her figure, taking in her nubile form. His eyes wide, pupils dilated to take as much of her image in as possible, he licked his lips as he admired her body. As it was a warm mid summer day, she wore a light cream, cotton, button through dress, and as his garden faced west, the sunlight was behind her, showing her silhouette through the thin material. He felt his lower stomach ache, and his testicles tighten as he saw the outline of her dark bra and panties clearly visible under her dress.

The girl he had seen through her window using her bed as a trampoline, or dancing to music programmes on her TV, had grown into an extremely attractive young woman. He felt his mouth go dry, and he stumbled over his words as he spoke to her. She noticed his sly looks, laughing inwardly at his dilemma. Changing her stance, she placed her feet slightly apart, knowing he would see her pudenda swelling into her panties, as a plump rounded shape between her legs, hidden but revealing enough to send him into a spiral of want and desire. He saw exactly what she wanted him to see, and as the clouds briefly obscured the sun, he saw the dark triangle of her neatly trimmed bush. It showed under the front of her dress, through the nylon panties she was wearing, with some stray hair peeking out from the legs of her knickers.

"It's nice to see you home Andrea, it seems you've been away for ages."

"Yes, it's good to be back, being with my uncle and aunt was lovely, but I am pleased to be home."

"What are your plans now, are you staying here or are you off again to try something new?"

"I don't know yet, I got good exam results, so I have the opportunity to take my time and choose where my career path lies. I don't know whether to take vocational training or go up to university. I'll spend the next few weeks researching the options."

"That sounds sensible, if you ever want a sounding board, you're welcome to pop around and chat, like you used to before you went away."

She didn't reply, but just smiled at him, it was her turn to feel her nipples harden, desire rise in her belly, and a creeping moistness at her groin. Oh, oh! She suddenly realised she wanted him and wanted him badly.

Later in the week, she saw him out in his yard, as she stood by the kitchen window. She wanted to go and talk with him, but although her hunger for him had grown, she didn't want to seem too eager. She waited for the washing machine to finish its cycle and unloaded her smalls into a bowl ready to go out to dry. Half an hour later, dressed simply in a light grey loose skirt, a low cut, black cotton 'V' necked top, with sheer black nylon slip and panties, deliberately choosing not to wear a bra. She casually opened the back door to go to the rotary washing line. Pegging her freshly washed selection of frills and lace, knickers, bras, slips and suspenders, onto the rotary clothes line. She saw from the corner of her eye, that he was watching her, standing by the low wire fence that separated their gardens.

Hearing him call, she looked up and saw he had moved close to the fence.

"Good morning, Andrea, you're busy I see."

"Yes, just catching up with my laundry, it's surprising how much clothing I use, all part of being a girl I suppose."

"It all looks nice and fresh, it's important to keep clean."

Putting the basket of pegs down on the path, she walked toward the fence, stopping in front of him, and asked.

"What are you up to today, Gareth?"

"Just tidying up the borders, I'll water the pots before I go in for my lunch. How about you?"

"Mum gave me a list of housework that needs doing, so that's most of my day taken care of. I might loosen the soil around these bedding plants before I go in and start on it."

Squatting down and parting her knees, she pointed out some of the bedding plants in the border by the fence. Looking up she saw his eyes focused on her crotch, and the darkness between her legs as the gusset of her panties stretched tightly across her entrance to paradise. This was one of the things that excited her most of all, the ability to turn a man on, to arouse him with nothing but her visual impact. A glimpse of her body, a flash of her underwear. To see the obvious signs of desire, the look in their eyes, the visible erections straining against their trouser fronts, the longing for something that they could almost see, yet not have. Rocking back onto her hips and widening the gap between her thighs. Her eyes flicked up to his, catching him staring under her dress. She smiled warmly, parting her lips, and licking them quickly with the small pink tip of her tongue. Then enquired.

"How are the renovations coming on?"

"I've done quite bit while you've been away, I only have one bedroom left to do. You should come round and have a look at the results."

"Perhaps later this week, I'm a bit busy for the next couple of days."

"I hope you can, you'll be surprised at how well it's turned out."

Slowly pulling her skirt up to her waist, prior to standing up, she knew her hems had fallen at the back as she felt it brush against her ankles. Pausing and letting it fall back into place, and she knew he had a good view of the curve of her bottom. Standing, she shook her clothes into place and stepped closer to the fence. She was rewarded by seeing the small wet patch, shining on the material were his penis strained against the front of his slacks. Dropping her voice to a low tone, she looked him directly in his eyes, and smiling, raised her eyebrows, before speaking quietly.

"I'll look forward to seeing it, let's hope you've got a nice surprise for me."

She winked at him, closing her eyelid slowly before continuing. Then leaned forwards placing her hands on the fence post, her blouse gapped at the front, the 'V' neck opening, and he saw her breasts, beautifully shaped, dark nipples, almost a rich rose at the tips, he could see right down the front, across her stomach to her waist. He drew a deep breath as his eyes took in the delicious vista

"I'll be tired tonight, so I'll be going to bed early, but perhaps you could show me on Friday?"

"That sounds good Andrea, I'll catch you in the morning on Friday then?"

She nodded, without telling him that she would be leaving home again on Sunday, and probably, he would never see her again. Having applied to, and been accepted by a university in North America she was going to read astrophysics as part of a sponsored scholarship from a large research institute. However, her mind was filled with one last vitally important thing she had to do before she left to go to the US.

True to her word, she went up to her bedroom before 10:00pm. Turning on her bedside light, she turned toward her window. Waiting until she saw Gareth's bedroom light go out, and she knew he was watching. Slowly, sensually she crossed her arms, and taking the lower edge of her top in her hands, she pulled it up, and off over her head. Turning slightly, she stood her breasts and upper body highlighted by the lamp, she smoothed her hands up her tummy and cupped her breasts, lifting and separating them, showing off their firm nubile flesh. Undoing her skirt, she let it drop to the floor, and then followed it with her slip. She turned and stood in front of the window in just her panties, the black nylon shining in the warm light.

He hadn't realised that his bedroom door had swung open, and the light from his landing shone on him illuminating him from behind. She giggled as she saw his shoulder moving up and down, realising he was masturbating as he watched her erotic display.

Her bedroom window had a deep chord, and in front of the low windowsill there was a padded seat that ran across the entire width. Making sure her light was angled to highlight her body, she turned back to face the glass, and slowly pulled her knickers down. Feeling a nervous flutter in her stomach, wetness at her groin, and a tingle in her breasts as her nipples hardened. Tossing the panties onto the window seat, she turned sideways on to the glass and reached to stretch her arms above her head. Leaning back, she knew her breasts would show in full, and her pubic mound would present as a delicious bulge under the curve of her lower belly. Even at the distance he was, he would be able to see the lightly curling pubic hair that covered her mons veneris, dark, soft and tantalisingly inviting.

Turning her back to the window and positioning herself so that the light fell across her behind, she placed her feet slightly apart, then slowly bent down from the waist, to pick up her top, skirt and slip from the floor. Deliberately exposing her ripe juicy vulva to his distant gaze, making sure he had an unobstructed view through his window. Slowly straightening up, she turned casually to the glass and placed her clothes onto the padded seat.

Once again standing with her hands on her hips, and her legs parted she held her place for a minute or so, then walked out of his view, and quickly put on her pyjamas. Returning to the window, she pulled her drapes closed and got into bed. Reading for a while and settling under her duvet, eventually putting her book down, turning out her bedside lamp, and snuggling down into a deep restful sleep.

Waking the following morning, flushed with the memory of her actions the night before. Still in her pyjamas, she opened the curtains and checked through the window, it was a flat sort of day, without any bright sunlight. Mum and dad had both gone to work, leaving her alone in the house. Noticing his curtains were open she saw movement in his bedroom. Thinking rapidly, she found a reason to appear at her own window. It couldn't just be a straightforward presentation of her nakedness, she needed an excuse to take the net curtains down. Deciding to clean the glass, she went downstairs and got the window spray with some cloths, returning to her room. Searching through her 'personals' drawer she found a white but sheer petticoat, with cupped lace body, and a light lace trim across the front of the skirt, as well as at the hem.

In her bathroom she stripped her night things off and stood in front of the mirror. Her body had developed well, her breasts had grown significantly over the previous two years, and she was now 36B, with a slim waist, and rounded hips. Lifting the petticoat over her head, she shrugged her shoulders as it settled on her frame. It was so sheer that her nipples were clearly visible through the bodice, and the skirt dropped from her breasts down to her mid thighs, her body discernible through the light translucent nylon. If she turned sideways, she could see the dark curls of her pubic hair, lightly covering the swell of her mound. It was sheer enough to be see through, but with the tantalising suggestion of coverage.

Returning to her bedroom, she stood up on the window seat, and reaching up, released the spring rod that held the nets over the windowpanes. Feeling the lace hem drawing up over her thighs, knowing that she was revealing her dark, tempting triangle of heaven to him. Seeing a telltale flash of light over glass, she knew he was watching her though binoculars.

Taking the window cleaning spray, she applied it to the inside of the glass, carelessly dampening the bodice of the petticoat, making it clingier and see through at the front of her body. Rubbing the cloth in wide circles she polished the windows, reaching up to the top edge, and turning sideways on as she wiped down the sides of the frames. Her petticoat falling away at the front, showing her curves, and as her rear hem pulled up, exposing the smooth complexion of her bottom.

Opening the side windows, kneeling on the sill she sprayed the outside of the set, leaning outwards, revealing her bust, and feeling the petticoat rippling and flapping in the light breeze, as it blew gently up above her hips. Then finishing, she stood on the bench seat, and gathered the nets up to the pole, she reached above her head to replace it at the top of the internal reveal. Seeing her reflection in the newly buffed glass, her hem up over her waist, knees slightly apart, a delicious view of her pubis and bush, with a thin tuft protruding down beneath her crotch. She saw the slight movement across the way, and knew he'd had a good long view of her.

Her inclination for exhibitionism, her ability to show off her figure and the knowledge that she was being watched, all served to excite and arouse her. Letting the net curtains fall into place, she went to her bathroom. Finding that she was wet from her showing off, she took a shower. Rinsing the inside of her upper thighs, and her genital area. There was quite a thrill as the water jetted out of the handset. The power was on pulse, so her freshening up took a little longer than it should have.

Realising the time, she had to hurry to finish the housework. Making coffee for herself, she saw Gareth in his back garden, but decided he'd seen enough of her for one day. The rest could wait until Friday morning.

On Thursday, she went out to the hairdresser's salon, and had her split ends trimmed and her hair styled and conditioned to fall down her back and shoulders in a glossy cascade. Returning to her home, she finished the few remaining housework tasks, before commencing on her personal grooming. Filing her nails, rubbing her heels with an abrasive pumice to smooth the thicker skin there. Finishing with a nice hot bath, full of scented oils, she lay there absorbing the warmth into her muscles. After drying herself off, she massaged body lotion into her skin, and stood naked in front of her mirror, making sure everything was neat and trim, pleasant to look at, and a fine exhibition of femininity.

Later she had dinner with her parents, listening attentively to their talk of the day at work. Sitting in the lounge with them as they all watched TV together. Until almost 10:00 pm, when they said their respective 'good nights' before retiring to bed. She pulled her heavy drapes before turning her bedside lamp on, not wishing to overdo her exhibitions for her neighbour at the window. That could wait until tomorrow and take place at close quarters.

The following morning, Friday, after her parents had left for work, she took a shower and made her final preparations. Making sure she irrigated her rectal area, and it was clean and fresh. Applying a light body moisturiser, and a little dab of Guerlain Flora Cherrysia perfume to her vital warm points. She selected a small tube of cherry flavoured intimate earth gel lubricant, and applied it to her perineal skin, around her neat little bottom, introducing some inside her, and applying it to her skin between her rear entrance and her vestibule finishing with the inside top of her thighs. Taking her small intimate hairbrush she lovingly combed her pubic hair, making sure it was sleek and tangle free.

Taking her time, she decided what to wear to visit Gareth. Keeping it simple was key to her plan, he'd seen plenty of her seductive stuff, (even stolen some of it from the line), although she intended to use her clothing to arouse him in the initial stages of her plan. She wanted to tantalise him to such a high pitch of excitement that he would become almost completely helpless, reducing him to a pliant victim as she took advantage of his good nature. So, her overriding main objective as she dressed was to be able to remove her clothes quickly and comfortably, while exhibiting an elevated level of sensuality.

Choosing a pair of plain white panties, with an aerated front panel, and a double gusset, the waistband and and legs picked out with a light pink loop stitched thread. Selecting a short black merino wool skirt with a white nylon mini slip, bare legs, no bra, and a sleeveless white stretch woven, tie back, halter neck top. Passing the lower belt around her waist, back to front with the lower ties at her front, she tied the tails into a well-formed bow, then slipping it the right way around her, she pulled the halter front up over her boobs, cradling them in the front as she tied the neck at the back, once again in a neat bow.

Standing back, she admired her appearance in the mirror, she looked incredibly cool and shockingly inviting. Experimenting with poses and postures she sat on the bathroom stool, once again in front of her mirror, elated that the skirt pulled up over her thighs. Without too much obvious effort on her part, with some very tantalising views up her skirt, her with panties clearly visible as an inviting white expanse across her lower belly and pubis, the darkness of her hair, showing through the aeration vents in the cotton front.

Contemplating how to move her visit from one of a friendly visit, to a hotly sexual encounter, when she was in his home. She thought about how to create a convenient situation, where she could fix his attention on her as a woman, rather than a visitor. Her plan revolved around her first moves, so after some thought, Andrea pulled on a pair of white canvas tennis shoes, lacing them up with a double bow. Dwelling on the forthcoming visit to Gareth's house, she went through the various scenarios she might employ in the time they would spend together. Resolving that no matter what she wouldn't leave his company until she'd played into his voyeuristic tendencies, and possibly even more, to the extent that he'd never forget the experience with her.

She felt almost ready, her last act to brush her hair back, and coil it into a loose bun behind her head, held in place with a large acrylic claw clip. She picked up her handbag, and left the house, quietly closing the door behind her. She walked steadily down the avenue and turned right into one of the access lanes, then turned right, toward his house. Tension rising as she got closer to where he lived. A hard knot in her stomach, her buttocks tense with expectancy.

Realising her panties had slipped down fractionally and her swelling labia was brushing over the loose brushed cotton gusset, teased by the light breeze that flowed through the wool of her skirt. The feel of the seat of her knickers moving over the roundness of her bum, as she took each step was indescribably stimulating to her. She paused by a thick hedge, checking there was nobody around, reached to her waist, and tugged them back up until they cradled her bottom, warm and snug against her skin.

Stepping through his front gate, she went to the front porch, going in under the brick arch, she rang the doorbell, and waited. Hearing him approaching the door, she smiled at him as he opened it.

"Good morning, Gareth, I hope I'm not to early."

"No, no of course not, please come in. My, my you look absolutely lovely this morning."

"Thank you, how kind of you to say, I really appreciate it."

Entering his hallway, she waited patiently as he went to his kitchen and put the kettle on. Then going into his lounge and placing her handbag on the floor beside one of the armchairs. He smiled and spoke.

"Come on, let me show you what I've done while you were away."

Obediently she did as directed climbing upstairs, with him following behind her, two or threes reps down. He was looking up the back of her skirt, knowing that she slowed her pace and leaned forwards slightly to give him a better view. At each room she listened politely to his description of the renovations he'd completed. She looked into his bedroom, slightly surprised at how good the field of view was that he had of her window from there, and spotting the powerful binoculars (20x50, looking strong enough to pull his eyeballs out), resting on his windowsill.

Noting the box of tissues on dressing table, and the hand towel draped across the radiator under the window. She wondered how often he took care of himself. Reaching the end of the upstairs tour, he opened the last door on his landing, the room where he was in the process of turning it into a home office. The electric work completed, there was just the painting of the walls, and the finishing work left to be done on the built in bookcase, cupboards, and desks. There was a powerful smell of new wood, and she was impressed by the way he'd thought of the layout. His attention on the room as he looked over her shoulder, she stepped back slightly and pressed her buttocks against his front, feeling his hard erection there.

They went back down the stairs, Gareth leading the way, she held back until he was halfway down. He looked back up at her, and she pushed her hips forward, her skirt flowing out from her waist, and she watched him looking up at the front of her skirt. The crisp white slip contrasting with the black merino wool, and the flat front of her white cotton panties enhancing the swell of her mount of Venus. He turned and continued down to the bottom of the stairs, she waited for him to turn again, repeating her stance, with the added action of holding the side of her skirt, and pulling it up and forwards to make sure he had no illusions about what he was seeing.

He waited at the bottom of the stairs as she came down to join him. Andrea acting impulsively, took his cheeks in her hands, kissed him, slowly on his lips, slowly introducing her tongue into his mouth, hunting for his, finding it and rolling it around with the tip of hers. Pulling back, she smiled into his shocked face as he stuttered.

"Oh hell, I wasn't expecting that Andrea, what do we do now?"

"That's easy. You go into the kitchen and make the coffee you promised us, and I'll go into your lounge and wait for you."

He nodded, a blush over his cheeks and throat, and he turned to make his way into the kitchen, looking back briefly as she watched him go. In the kitchen his mind was a jumble of confused thoughts, he'd had girlfriends before and had taken them to bed, learning his sexual craft, so he had experience. Never in his wildest of dreams did he think he'd ever have the chance to be with a girl so young, vibrant, and beautiful as Andrea, she has always seemed so unattainable, he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't imagining it. His nerves on edge he wondered what to do next, deciding to wait to see if he'd overestimated her interest in him.

Returning to the lounge, Andrea sat and waited as he made coffee and brought the two steaming mugs in. Seating himself on the couch opposite her, he tried to relax. Quiet as they drank, she took the opportunity to surreptitiously wiggle her bum forward and in doing so, her skirt crept up to her mid thighs. He froze, and she knew she was going to have to push him into doing what she wanted from him.

"Would you mind if I took my shoes off Gareth, my feet are a bit hot at the moment?"

"Of course you can, you didn't need to ask."

Leaning forward over her knees, she reached down and slowly unlaced her tennis shoes, her legs parted revealing her shiny lace edged mini slip and the white flash of her panties. Taking the plimsolls off, she placed them together, then stood, turning her back to him, and bent over to pick them up to put them out of the way by the side of her chair. Hearing him gasp as her skirt slid up the back of her thighs, her tendons starkly outlined behind her knees up to her bottom. The white gusset stretched tightly over her plump peach, several strands of her dark private hair, peeping out at the sides.

He didn't seem to know what to do next, she had intimidated him with her assertiveness, and he dithered while he tried to relax. She remembered the advice her cousins gave her, 'if he doesn't make a move, pounce on him.' Taking a deep breath, she made the decision to take control, thinking 'it looks as though he can't make the first move, so it's up to me, I just hope he doesn't panic and try to run away.'

Standing, she let her skirts slide back down her legs, with a whispering rustle of nylon against wool. Quickly turning she moved towards him on the couch. Lifting the back of her skirt, she sat in his lap, feeling his stiff hard penis pressing through his trousers and lodging in her body crease as she wriggled her bottom against him. Shocked, he became petrified at the unexpected movement and groaned as she began to rub herself rhythmically agains his aching crotch, he felt his testicles tighten as he began to drift into a haze of passion.

When she was sure he was fully erect, she rose slightly, remembering all the hints she had picked up during the whispered discussions she'd had with her cousins on those hot furtive night when they talked in her bedroom. Reaching between her knees, she undid his pants, pulling them down to his knees. His penis was nothing remarkable, average size and thickness, perhaps 5" or maybe slightly longer, but he had a decent pair of balls, firm, smoothly ovoid, they felt good through his scrotal sac under her hand as she massaged them gently in accompaniment to his helpless moans., Taking his shaft in her hand, she pulled it forwards and pressed it down as she settled the soft cotton crutch of her knickers against his pubic bone. Settling, she let go of his shaft, letting it spring back and slap into the front panel of her panties. He felt himself throbbing and oozing precum, as he helplessly responded to the warmth of her body through the soft cotton of her underwear.

Her fingers tickled the underside of his cock, and gently moved down to his sac, squeezing his balls, and massaging him again. She felt him tense underneath her, as she hooked her feet behind his ankles gripping his knees firmly between hers. Beginning to rotate her bottom in his lap, she could feel his penis pressing back into her pubic mound, her clitoral sheath rubbing through her panties against his stiff shaft. She began to feel wet, the warm oiliness of her lubricants coating the inside crotch of her knickers, one of the reasons she had chosen a pair with the double gusset

Pausing briefly, and lifting her hips up, holding his cock down again, she pulled her knickers down over her thighs, to her ankles and off. Dropping them onto the couch beside him, Andrea repositioned herself again, and let his shaft fly back with a sharp slap against her belly. He moaned as he felt the soft warmth of her bum against his tummy, and the silky tickle of her dark pubic hair against the upper surface of his penis. She pressed the underside of his shaft, gently forcing it back into the downy bush of yielding dark hair.

The wetness from her skene's and bartholins glands, warm and slippery as it soaked down over the base of his penis, drenching his scrotal sac, thrilling him as she gyrated in his lap. Exhilarated by the pleasantly strong odour of her feminine scents rising inexorably to his nostrils. He almost collapsed with his rising tension, and as Andrea intended, he became helpless underneath her sweetly moving body, he couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had always admired her a lot, but to have her here, her presence close to him, in his arms and on his lap with her secret places exposed to him, was far beyond his wildest dreams.

Turning her head slightly, she whispered over her shoulder to him.

"Undo me, undo my tie backs."

"But your top will come off."

"Just undo me, quick!"

He pulled at the end of the bow behind her neck, and as it came undone, the front of the halter neck dropped down to her waist.

"Now the lower one."

His hands trembling, he did as he was told, pulling on the tie backs, and feeling the slight bump as the knot came undone. She pulled her top away, and he sighed at the sight of the smooth white skin on her back. She reached back and took his hands, guiding them around her upper body until they were over her breasts, and he felt the tensile flesh there, her hard nipples pressing into his slightly sweating palms.

He ran his fingertips over her boobs, still unable to believe she was allowing him to have the intimate contact they were both engaged with. He leaned against her back, feeling her skin moving against his chest as she rotated her hips in his lap. Inching his hands down over her ribs, and across her stomach until he felt the top edge of her delicate pubic curls, he thought he was going to get his fingers into her cleft and feel her labia, smooth and reacting under his touch. It wasn't to be, she took his hands and put them back up onto her breasts again, encouraging him to squeeze and massage them.

Resting against his chest, sensing his breathing, fast and shallow, his pulse rapid and strong, she felt her hunger rising still further. He seemed to be unaware of what he should do next. Feeling the speed of the passage of time Andrea decided to drive things along a bit more quickly.

Leaning back, she reached behind her and gently pushed his willing body sideways until he was lying along the couch. Lifting his legs up onto the seat cushions, he lay still as she stood and pulled his trousers off, then reached to his t-shirt, pulling it over his head leaving him completely naked. She quickly undid her skirt at the side, dropping it and her slip to the floor. She lifted her now also naked body onto the couch, and straddled him, holding herself on her knees over his groin. Reaching down, she pressed his cock into his tummy, she parted her labia with her index and middle fingers, separating them, and lovingly lowered herself down onto the underside of his erect penis, his foreskin retracted, she gushed a little fluid onto it, and bending slightly forwards with her hips pushed to her front, began to move herself back and fore, her wetness sliding over the stiffness of his manhood, from base to tip, long smooth movements that came from her waist, transmitted to her crotch in a rounded sweeping movement, her clitoris catching now and then against the plump underside of his helmet.

He moaned and winced as the movement stimulated him, until he couldn't hold back any longer, he ejaculated over his stomach. Andrea moved herself further over his belly, and soaked her labia in the warm sticky fluid, smelling the richness of the sperm laden juices, as he stared in surprise at his semen spreading over her dark triangle of curly pubic hair, droplets of it caught in the silky tangle, as she rubbed her mound into the sweet seed filled pool on his belly. Pregnancy didn't worry her, she was on the pill, and she'd taken hers every morning for the last five years. Although the thought of his sperm swiping around inside her and the risk that by some chance he may inseminate one of her eggs, had a certain excitement attached to it.

Trying to gather up as much of his semen as she could, but not quite knowing how to. She placed her hand behind her and under her bottom, grasping his penis and pulled it away from his belly. Both sets of her labia were engorged and folded open, slippery with his seminal ejaculate. Holding his shaft firmly she introduced his tip in between the warm wetness of her labia and into her vestibule, rotating his shaft until his helmet had entered her slippery vaginal canal, briefly catching her hymen on its way in.

As she settled over him, wriggling to get him in firmly and past her vaginal muscle, with a feeling of complete and utter envelopment he felt was drawn deep into her silky innards. Startled as she gave a shrill screech on his initial entry, flinching and tossing her head back, as she finally and thankfully discarded her virginity.

"Pssheew, Shhhew, ow, ow, ow! Ooooh, aaahh, arggh, eeeiish, eeeeiii, oohwhoooo, my god that's so lovely."

It was yet another example of her underestimating relative size, he wasn't that big, but she quickly realised that even a small penis is bigger than her entrance, widening those sensitive few inches at her entrance for the first time,, as she stretched at his penetration, it was quite painful, much more so than she had expected.

"What's the matter? Is it hurting you?"

"No, well just a bit, it's my first time."

"God, why on earth didn't you tell me? I could have made it much more gentle for you."

"I didn't want you to know, I wanted it to be just mine, something for me, and I didn't want to share the emotions with anyone. I didn't think it would hurt like that, I've always been very active so I thought it have broken a long time ago and it wouldn't be noticeable."

"I would have liked to have known though."

"It's alright, it's fine. You do now, so let's carry on with it, unless of course you don't want to?"

She half smiled at his expression, his eyes wide and staring, almost pleading with her not to hurt him. She paused assessing her next move. Thinking to herself as she sat there, impaled on his stiff penis, like a fish on a spear. 'So, this is what it feels like to have a man inside me at last, different to what I expected, but hell, it's nice.' She gently moved fractionally back and fore, enjoying the tingling sensation of feeling full. Then gradually began to revolve her pelvis around in small circles, using her thigh muscles she pulled herself up his shaft before settling back down it again, getting faster with each movement.

Looking into his eyes, she saw his helpless blank stare, so she clenched her tummy and bottom gripping him in her slippery internal tube. His eyes closed slightly as his sensations were overwhelmed. Opening them he saw her bouncing up and down on his shaft, as she rose, he saw his penis appearing between her labia, the vanishing as she descended on him again. Her rhythm was smooth and regular, and her twirling swivel of her pelvis more pronounced as she indulged herself at his expense.

Astonished, he watched her breasts vibrating and quivering in time with her movements rising as she settled downwards, then stiffening as she pulled herself up. He was transfixed by the sight of her stiff rose tipped nipples, hard and mobile they wobbled prominently in front of his stunned gaze. He saw the thin layer of perspiration form over her neck, and stomach, making her body gleam, and defining the muscles in her belly, and thighs. Enraptured by the sight of her vaginal lips, sticking to his cock, stretching as she rose, and almost disappearing as she sank back down his erect pole.

Slowly rotating her hips, and leaning forwards as she lifted herself up, she began to move more firmly and faster, as she clasped his penis within her, setting a punishing pace of pelvic movements. He lay there eyes almost closed, mouth slightly open as she took him to the heights of carnal pleasure, his head bumped against the armrest of the couch as she moved over him. His entire attention focussed on the sensations of her tight vaginal canal as it slid up and down his achingly stiff shaft.

Andrea was enjoying the feeling of fullness, growing warmth, and the movement inside her, particularly when she rotated her hips and his tip swept across her sensitive spot just behind her pubic bone. Smiling as she bounced up and down on him, skewered by his penis, but completely in control. She moaned and breathed noisily.

"Haaaa, ahhhh, oooha, mmmmmm, oooooh, god it's wonderful, at last, mmmmmm!"

The sounds of her bottom smacking against the front of his thighs, a sort of splurging, wet squelch, almost like a plunger being agitated in a jar of water, simply added to her excitement. She enjoyed feeling the softness of his scrotal sac at the base of his penis as it brushed against the back of her inner thighs and lower buttocks in her forward pelvic movement. His groans were regular, as he tried to cope with what she was doing to him. He tried to thrust upwards as she gyrated above him, but she was too energetic for him, so he lay back and let her subject him to the full force of her desire. He thought she was never going to stop, as she ground relentlessly over him, his cock stiff and piercing deep inside her with each jab of her hips.

She was inexhaustible and seemed to be able to go on forever. Opening his eyes a little, he saw the look of pure joy on her face, her head back, her breasts flapping up and down with her motions. She reached back and undid the claw clip at the back of her neck, allowing her glossy dark hair to fall in a welter of sleek glistening tresses over her shoulders, tickling his chest as she leaned forward in each cycle of movement, writhing and wriggling as she took him in as deeply as she could. She wasn't heavy, around 125 lbs, but her positioning of her weight and his control was good enough to extend his capability and endurance.

Watching his face, she saw him grimacing as he struggled to hold back, she didn't think he would last so long, almost 15 minutes, his body stiffening and his penis swelling inside her. His mouth wide open as he drew in huge breaths, there were tears running down his cheeks as he was engulfed by the strength of his climax. She clenched her stomach and bottom, as he jerked, and convulsed under her, his ejaculation was powerful and sustained pumping a significant amount of his thick semen into her willing body. There was a loud gurgling bubbling sound, as his ejaculate flowed down his shaft when she pressed down onto him, swirling out of her, her stomach rippling with the effort as she tensed to hold him there. Copious quantities gushed down over his lower belly, and streaming over his thighs, he moaned and whimpered at the intensity of the white heat and forcefulness of his orgasm. He'd desperately wanted to have her, but she had taken charge and showed him how she wanted sex to be done to her.

She lay forwards across his chest, kissing him gently as he tried to recover, he felt the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples pressing into his skin. He was still buried in her, she, clenching and holding him there, gradually relaxing until he slowly slipped out. He enjoyed the warm gush of their combined body fluids as they streamed out from between her legs, soaking him, and filling the air with the sweet fruity smell of her femininity.

Resting together as they both went through their respective resolution periods, she recovered more quickly than he did. Gripping his shoulders, she rose up onto her knees and swung around to face towards his feet, straddling him again. Moving her bottom up to his face, she held her vulva just over his lips, not close enough to touch him, but near enough to dribble their mixed slippery fluids into his mouth, allowing him to taste her and himself, while looking at the beautiful sight her genitalia presented to him. Slowly, she lowered herself down, and sighed deeply with an underlying moan, as his tongue began to lick and probe her labia and clitoris.

Looking up at her rounded smooth bottom, he saw her slightly darker skin inside her upper thighs, blending into her thicker outer labia, framed by chestnut brown almost black curly hair which ran down either side of her vulva and down to the tight small light brown round hole of her bottom. The small vaginal lips were firm and aroused, light brown at the outer edges, changing to a deep red, and gradually fading to a lighter pink, as he looked up into her dilated vaginal canal. It was almost like a looking into the entrance of a small queen Bahamas conch shell. He could see traces of his semen, slowly dripping out between her wet labia. The close-up view of her underside was far better than the one he'd seen through his binoculars earlier in the week. She continued to rub herself over his lips, and he saw that she was looking under her belly at him, judging where to place herself for her greatest enjoyment.

He was frustrated because she was kneeling on his elbows and he couldn't reach up to place his hands on her hips so he could pull her towards him, but she dropped her bottom down to his face, tilting her pelvis backwards to allow his tongue to reach her. Her clitoris wasn't overly large but as she was turned on by what she was doing to him, it was erect, clear of her hood, a lighter red than her labia, slightly curved and waxy in appearance from her lubricants.

Smoothing her hands down from his ribcage over his flanks, she took his shaft in one hand, and slipped the other around his balls, slowly caressing and compressing his scrotum. Leaning forwards over his lower belly, she pushed her hips back into his face, allowing him free range to lick and taste her, taking some of her weight off his elbows, freeing his arms and letting him clasp her hips and pull her closer to his mouth.

Delicately at first, resting her full lips on the tip of his penis, then slipping his penis in between her teeth and into her mouth. She tasted him, rich salty, with a hint of fish. Running her tongue over the shiny skin of his helmet, sucking gently as she did. Her hand gently pulling his foreskin up and down, as she massaged his testicles. It was almost impossible for him to control himself, as he began to stiffen, and once again felt a tingle deep in his groin.

Andrea pressed her thumb into his urethral pipe, close to where it disappeared into his sac, holding it until his tension subsided. Then continued to roll her tongue around his helmet, pushing the tip into his urethra as far as she could, making him flinch from the suddenness of the sharp sensation. As she licked under the plump lobes of his gland, she discovered the small sinew underneath that joined his foreskin to the head of his penis, his frenulum, and felt him jerk as she touched the tip of her tongue to the narrow fold of skin. Moving her mouth off his tip, she ran her full lips down the underside of his cock. Taking one testicle then the other into her mouth, each nestling inside his soft skinned sac. She sucked them, and ran her tongue under his crotch, flicking over his perineal skin, and onto the crease behind his ball bag.

Returning to his penis she took it into her mouth again, this time she licked and sucked quite vigorously. Until she felt him tense, and his cock swell. He ejaculated inside her mouth, and she swallowed each thick rich pulse, at almost the same time, she felt a vibration, a tingle that seemed to originate from deep behind her pubic bone, and she squirted her thin liquid into his mouth, soaking his face with the small jets of fluid. She had squirted before, from her self stimulation with her fingers, it had always been incredible, a bit messy, but lovely all the same. However, this time the sensation surpassed all her expectations and left her shivering with pleasure. He drank as much as he could, relishing the warmth of her vulva pressed against his face.

Forcing her groin onto him, he struggled to breathe, as the overpowering feeling of soft flesh, coupled with the rich small of her invaded his senses. His nose slipped back and into her bottom, but he only smelled the cherry scent of the lubricant she'd applied at home. He pushed his head back, licking across her perineum, and around the puckering ring of her bottom, he pressed his tongue inside her bottom, the lubricant made more slippery with his saliva, he pushed it in as far as he could rotating it round and round, tasting the cherry flavour, underlain-with a faintly salty, tangy taste. She felt him provoking the thrills of new experience through her body, she hadn't expected that but was surprised at how much she enjoyed it.

Pushing her bottom up to his forehead, his face moved forwards as he licked and tasted her clitoris and bodily liquids. Meanwhile she increased her sucking of his penis with a steady rhythm, continuing for almost 30 minutes, until powerless to resist he ejaculated again. She waited until he had nothing left to pulse out. Holding some of his semen in her mouth, she rose from him again, turning quickly and kissing him her tongue probing into his mouth, she gave him some of his seminal fluid back. Holding his lips tightly with hers, until he swallowed what she passed to him.

They lay together, skin against skin, tired for the moment and basking in the warmth of their bodies, his hands feeling the firm muscle under her soft flesh, luxuriating as the stroked her smooth unblemished skin. She felt herself relaxing, her legs either side of his as they kissed, cuddled, and whispered together. The feeling in her groin delightful as his penis touched her vulva, tapping and probing as he flexed the muscles between his legs, his cock flicking up across her vaginal entrance, as if trying to find a way into her tight warm crevices.

She knew that she was slowly succumbing to her physical imperatives as nature took its course. Although she still had a minimal of control left, it was only a question of time before there was a change in their dynamics and she would have to surrender to him, letting him assert himself as a man, and take her as she wanted to be taken, realising that it wasn't going to be long before she gave in to him. She thought as he moaned and panted, shivering underneath her stomach and breasts as they pressed down over his body, 'oh well, at least he'll have something to boast about with his friends, how he deflowered my young nubile body on his couch, how I'd bucked, groaned and screamed under the power of his manliness.'

She didn't care too much, she'd had good sex, and whether he admitted it or not, had been in control. She hadn't so much lost her virginity, but had abandoned it, shrugged it off, wholly and willingly, effectively getting it out of the way forever. If he told people, it wouldn't bother her whatever he said, she would be half a world away in the USA. As she relaxed and let him turn them around, rolling onto her and taking a position snug and warm between her legs. Allowing him to position himself and ensuring she felt comfortable. Rocking her hips back and hooking her knees onto the crooks of his elbows. Whatever happened, she knew she would always remember this afternoon when she had dominated this pleasant man.

He inserted his penis into her, at last, in the way he'd always wanted to, watching was one thing, but this was reality, and all the more enjoyable for the waiting. The warmth of her entrance covering his tip as he pushed in, was so satisfying, and as he hit her inner muscle, holding himself there before pressing further, the gossamer feel of her muscle ring, caressing the full circumference of his shaft all the way down, tingling as he slipped his full length into her vaginal canal. She took a sharp breath as he entered her, there was still a little sharp stab of pain, but nowhere near as uncomfortable as it had been when she sacrificed her hymen earlier. It was an electrifying feeling, that first thrust from him, the feeling of domination as she was on her back, when he entered her, felt natural, right somehow, even though she'd ridden him, and ridden him hard, there was better or more sensuous feeling that what he was doing to her then.

Waiting to adapt to how she felt under him, his confidence took a significant rise, and slowly he began to thrust, taking his time, he worked in and out of her wet little pussy. She relaxed back into the couch, enjoying the long slow thrusts, a new experience on an entire day of new experiences. Surprised that he had the energy left after what she had done to him, she smiled, knowing that either it would be over quickly, or he'd have trouble drawing enough semen to successfully ejaculate.

Aware that she wouldn't reach an orgasm with him because she didn't have any experience to rely on and bring her to climax, but that it would come in time, part of her learning curve. She'd had those lovely waves of pleasure those times when she had masturbated in her bedroom or her shower, with patient and practiced application, index and ring fingers on either side of her cleft. Her middle finger, pressing and rubbing her clitoral hood, up and down, round and around, until she wet herself, thoroughly and delightfully. She knew from what she'd been told by her cousins, and other girls. That a full orgasm was something incredible and would only come with time and experience. However his performance was unexpectedly good, but she laughed silently and internally at the seriousness of his expression as he strove to give her joy and gratification, wanting to satisfy her, and of course, himself.

He was small but strong, and she marvelled at what it was like in the missionary position, their bodied fitted comfortably together, almost as if they were supposed to be like that. Resting on his elbows, his hands under her shoulder blades, occasionally bending to peck her lips with a quick kiss. Her breasts pointing up under his armpits, she saw her nipples hard, extended with their erect stiffness, rubbing against his biceps. Their bellies flat against each other, they felt the exquisite sensation of their skin moving together, the ripple of the muscles, adding to their sense of unity. She drew her knees up, and held his body between them, urging them up onto the sides of his chest her thighs close to his lower body and hips. She rested her insteps against the curve of his waist, her heels tapping against his upper hips. Her toes were curling and tight with the slowly building sensation. Her whole body moving with the strength of his pelvic thrusts. As he kept up with the steady tempo, her uterus began squirming in her belly, responding to the movement of his penis inside her. Becoming acutely aware of the rising warmth inside her most personal part, and a rising hard knot of tension forming under her pubic bone, seeming to originate in her bottom, yet filling her entire lower abdomen, tingling with each successively insistent thrust. Hearing him making a keening moan as his senses became almost completely uncontrollable.

Although technically she had broken her own hymen when she sat astride him, believing that she had done the deed herself. She realised that this was how it should be. Despite all she had planned to maintain her autonomy, in fact she was actually losing her virginity to him now, and in a wonderfully enjoyable way. Unable to stop her bodies reactions, she opened herself to him, committing to his dominance, accepting his powerful thrusts as deeply as she could. Quietly admitting to herself that he really was very good, and it was very much better than what she had expected.

He still managed to keep his strokes slow and long, now and then, quickly putting in two or three quick powerful thrusts, before resuming a slow steady pace. The noises were multiple and added to her excitement, with his bursts of rapid thrusting, he had trapped air inside her, and it came out with a sound similar to the breaking of wind, wet and blubbery. He felt her responding as he began and get faster and faster, and with great effort lasted for almost 8 minutes before he lost control. Her tightness and reciprocal action serving only to increase his rise in sensitivity, the feeling in his penis overwhelming his ability to hold himself back any longer. She felt his penis swelling inside her, watched his face contorting as the extreme intensity flashed up through his balls and cock, making his tip tingle and throb as he ejaculated, shuddering as the hot fluid spurted into her vault, the hot liquid running down his shaft and out of her vagina, gushing down the inside of her upper thighs. Feeling her tension release and her lower body warm and full, there were gentle waves of an indescribable pleasure as she felt him slow and eventually lie still.

He lay over her, his chest heaving in time with hers, as he tried to catch his breath. Until they lay still, tight against each other, luxuriating in the warmth of their bodies, breathing softly together, exchanging kisses, and stroking their skin. Cuddling they both felt the afterglow, the contentment of good enjoyable sex. Andrea in particular felt a sense of well-being, being complete, and comfortable in his arms.

His eyelids were drooping and heavy with sleepiness, and he was beginning to drop off to sleep. His penis had gone flaccid, a shadow of what he'd had mere minutes before. He smiled warmly as she kissed him and stroked her fingertips down his back. Opening his eyes wide for a second or so, he mumbled.

"God, I think I've fallen in love with you Andrea."

"Don't think like that, it's just sex, that's all and you'll feel differently tomorrow, so don't say things now you'll regret later."

"How can you say that after what we've been doing?"

"Be honest with yourself, you have just satisfied a dream, a fantasy that you've held for some time. You will feel elated, but you're attributing what to feel, to something that was just physical. Don't make more of it."

"I still think I love you."

"Shhh now, rest, sleep a little try to get your strength back, and maybe you'll be able to do me again."

Feeling a little embarrassed that she was explaining things as simple as that to a man almost 14 years her senior. It seemed as though she was the more intellectually mature person in their relationship.

He nodded slowly, closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep, she lay alongside him on the couch, fondling his penis, but finding no life in it. She drowsed on and off, but there was no indication that he was going to have her again, so she carefully got up and went to the guest bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she relieved herself, biting her lip at the exquisite sensation as her pee came out over the still sensitive flesh at her crotch. Dabbing herself dry, she flushed the cistern and washed her hands before returning hopefully to the lounge.

If anything, he was even more deeply asleep. With a sigh, she recovered her scattered clothes and began to dress again. There was a light dribble of his semen from between her labial lips, so she picked a tissue from her handbag, wiping herself with it, and returning to the bathroom to drop it into the waste bin there. Before she pulled her panties back on, she placed a liner into the gusset, to catch any further wayward drips or leaks.

It was late when she finished dressing and gathering her things, nearly 10:00pm, it had been a long though extremely pleasurable afternoon. Leaning close to his slumbering frame, she whispered quietly her lips close to his ear. Her words slipping into his subconscious.

"L'amour est une chose éphémère, il vient vite; et avec une douce douleur, mais s'évanouit comme un léger brouillard sous le soleil du matin."

Kissing him gently on the cheek, she whispered.

"Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, Gareth, goodbye."

He mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, and grunted as he turned onto his side, lightly snoring. Picking up her handbag, she tiptoed out into the hall, opened the front door, closing it softly behind her. It was getting dark as evening closed in, the street lamps staring to come on. Taking the short walk around to her own home, her pantie liner got wet from the exuding fluids. Unlocking the door, she went in, mum and dad were already in bed, so she took off the tennis shoes and went quietly upstairs to her room.

Standing by the window, she saw no sign of life across the back garden, all the lights were still off. Closing her drapes, she undressed, and took a quick rinse in her shower, cleaning all the partly dried body fluids from her body. Combing through her dark-haired triangle, she applied a little argan oil conditioner to nourish it, keeping it soft and delicate. Drying herself, she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt different, but there were no outward signs of the change she had gone through. Smiling, with the feeling of deep contentment she put her nightie on, with light cotton panties, and climbed into her warm welcoming bed, drifting off to sleep, still feeling residual the effects of her sexual journey.

The following day, she got up reasonably early. There was a faint trace of blood in her knickers, so she wrapped them with the rest of her laundry, taking them downstairs to put into the washing machine herself. Finishing her packing and making sure she had all her documentation ready in her travel folder. Her parents had arranged and rented a 3-bedroom apartment for her, close to the college. They would come over to visit frequently and would stay there with her. Three suitcases had already been sent over with a bag courier and had been confirmed as received by the concierge at her apartment block.

Spending the day with her parents she kept an eye on his house, looking through the kitchen window occasionally. Late in the evening she saw a light on in his dining room. Feeling relaxed, she briefly considered popping around to see him but decided against it as it would probably complicate matters. They all went to bed early that night because of the early start the following morning. Carefully drawing her curtains with her light off, she saw his bedroom light was on, but didn't see any sign of him looking out.

The next morning, she got up and began to get ready for her trip. Having breakfast with her parents and finished the final bits of her packing. From time to time, she looked out of the bedroom window, but saw no signs that Gareth was there. Just after 10:30am putting her suitcase into her father's car, they set off for Heathrow airport. As they passed the end of his avenue, she had a quick glimpse of his house on the curve of the road. Smiling to herself, she settled back into the seat next to her mum.

Arriving in good time, she checked in at First Wing, dropped her bag, and prepared to go through security. Mum took her hand and pressed an envelope into it, containing $100.

"This is for you, get yourself something to eat when you get there my darling."

"Thanks mum, you didn't need to do that."

A brief minute and having hugs she had a tearful farewell with her parents, went through the checks, and into the Concorde lounge. Her flight left at 2:25pm BST, arriving in Boston at 4:45pm EDT. After the process at immigration where her passport, and visas were checked, she went through customs and took a taxi into the city. Making her way to the apartment, she let herself in, unpacked and settled down for the evening.

She wasn't due to start her course until Thursday, when induction and orientation would take most of her day. As she prepared to go to bed, she reflected on the recent events. She was no longer a girl, she was a woman now, having cast off the irksome issue of her virginity. She had a few last thoughts before going to sleep. 'Now to find out what American men are like, I'm really looking forwards to that.' She sighed as her eyes closed, excited at her thoughts of possible future adventures.

"Mmmmmmm, I can hardly wait." ...…