When I woke up, I wasn't in my bedroom back home, so yesterday wasn't a dream after all. Getting up and getting dressed I made my way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where Fran was making breakfast.

"Good morning, how'd you sleep last night?"

"Not bad. Had some wild dreams, in fact, I kinda felt like I was in a strange dream all day yesterday."

"So you're saying what happened yesterday wasn't a normal day for you?"

"Yeah, about that, I'm sorry I took your stockings, and, um, yeah I'm sorry."

"You didn't eat anything last night, you must be starving."

"Yeah, I could eat a horse," I said almost thankful for the change in subject.

We sat in relative silence while we ate breakfast. I was wondering if this was what it was going to be like all summer. I could barely look at her, and was it my imagination or was she showing a lot of cleavage this morning? Better not go there or I'll be too embarrassed to get up.

The drive to her used clothing store was pretty quiet too. I could tell she was trying to make conversation to lighten the mood, but I was still thinking about yesterday, and still trying not to look at her. What did I get myself into?

This went on pretty much the whole first week. I just stayed quiet, stayed out of her way, and worked my ass off sorting clothes and cleaning the store. Tried not to look at her much or the fact she wore really revealing tops. And spent a lot of time in my room humping pillows in pantyhose and fantasizing about her. Oh God, I felt like a total loser.

I was in the middle of one of my hump sessions when I heard a soft knock on the door. I gathered myself in a bit of a hurry and said, "Yes?"

Fran opened the door and apologized for interrupting. My quizzical look prompted her to say, "Oh honey, I know what you were up to, I could hear the bed squeaking."

I guess I'm good at getting caught and my face reddened.

She sat down next to me and said we needed to talk. I started to squirm and she just blurted out that she knew I was still embarrassed about getting caught, and she knew I was always trying to check out her chest and legs.

Oh damn, am I that incapable of not being a perv? I started to mumble yet another apology when she stopped me in my tracks.

"Honey, do you masturbate thinking about me?"

Holy shit. I couldn't even answer. Of course, I think about her when I'm humping the pillows, I've been doing it for years. My mouth hanging open must have been all the answer she needed.

"Oh honey, no wonder you've been so quiet around me. All those pent-up hormones and close quarters must be driving you crazy."

"So... you're not mad at me?"

"I suppose I should be, but I have to say I'm a little flattered that this forty-two-year-old body is getting you going when there are so many hot young girls out there. So tell me, what's the fascination with hosiery and lingerie?"

"Um, I guess it started out as a curiosity because I like how women's legs look in them, so I wanted to try them on for myself."

"You don't have to tell me, you got hard putting them on the first time didn't you."

I guess the frankness of this discussion was helping to let my guard down a little when I blurted out, "oh my God how did you know?"

"Call it a wild guess. Honey, at your age, boys get hard at everything they think is sexual or taboo. So did you masturbate that first time?"

"Well, I didn't know that's what it was called, but I did hump my pillows."

"And did you cum?"

I answered without even blinking. "Yeah," I gushed. "I wasn't even sure what was happening, all I knew was that it felt amazing!"

"And then what did you do?"

I have to admit, the honesty and openness of her questions really started putting me at ease.

"At first I didn't know what to do, I just started cleaning myself up and started feeling a little ashamed of myself, like what I was doing was wrong somehow."

"Oh honey, there's nothing wrong with masturbating, it's perfectly normal. Do you still feel ashamed after you finish? You seem to do it quite a bit."

I blushed a little at that last bit, but nodded my head, "yeah, I still feel a little guilty afterwards."

The way she talked so openly made me feel so at ease. I started to ask her a question but let it hang there without saying anything. She picked up on my sudden uneasiness and asked if I had a question.

"You know you can ask me anything dear, no judgements here, ok?"

I stammered a bit and started out stumbling over what was on my mind.

"Um, you know when I'm all excited and you know..."

"Masturbating," she said finishing my sentence for me.

"Yeah, that, um, I sometimes get the urge to want to taste my semen. Is that normal? Does it mean I'm gay?"

"Are you attracted to other boys, dear?"

"No, not in the least."

"Then you aren't gay."

"But why do I want to taste my semen?"

"Have you ever tasted it?"

"No, the urge fades away quickly after I cum that I get a little disgusted by the thought of it."

"How badly do you want to taste it?"

"Well, when I'm hard and humping or stroking I want to really bad. I've even caught it in my hand a bunch of times, but I can't bring myself to taste it."

"So when you're not horny you can't bring yourself to taste it, huh? Well, you appear horny now. You want to taste it now, don't you?"

I was so horny at that moment, I could feel my hard cock peeking out of the waistband of the panties I was wearing. All I could do was nod my head yes.

"I think the trick is to keep you horny so you'll still want to taste it after you cum. Stand up, honey, and show Frani how hard you are."

I stood up in front of her and you could see the outline of my cock in my pink lace panties, standing straight up.

"Oh my. You are quite horny, aren't you? I see you looking at my tits a lot. You think about them, don't you? Tell me what you want to do with my tits."

"I want to suck them."

"I tell you what, I'll let you suck them all you want, but only after you cum all over them, does that sound like a fair deal?"

All I could do was nod my head as she started taking her top off and removing her bra. Cupping them together as she played with her nipples.

"Go on then, start stroking."

I obeyed instantly, pushing my panties down and stroking my rock-hard cock as I locked my gaze on her tan mounds of flesh with the dark nipples and somewhat wide areolas.

"You want to bury your face in them don't you dear, you want to feel them softly caressing your cheeks as you lick and suckle."

"Oh yeah, I want to suck them so bad."

"You'll get your chance, honey, as soon as you squirt your cum on them."

I started stroking faster and faster.

"Good boy, stroke that cock for me, spray your boy juice all over my tits."

I was usually pretty fast on the trigger and this time was no exception. At her urging, I suddenly shot a huge rope right at her tits, followed quickly by another, the white being magnified a bit by the darkness of her skin.

She cooed as the warm ribbons of cum sprayed over her.

"That's it, baby, give it all to Frani."

As the last ropes of cum left me she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Now, no chickening out this time. Lick my tits clean."

I don't know whether it was her tone, or the fact that I really wanted to suck her gorgeous tits, but I dove right in and started lapping at the puddle that collected in her pressed-together globes.

"There you go, that's not so bad is it." I heard her saying as I devoured my load.

Not sure whether it was the fact I was sucking her tits, or eating my cum, but I stayed hard as a rock and kept licking them and sucking her nipples long after all of it was gone.

We kind of sat there for a while. Fran ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked her tits. It was about then I noticed she was breathing harder. She took my hand and placed it over her crotch. Her panties were soaked! I started rubbing her wet crotch, not really knowing what I was doing.

"I think it's time you learned how to please a woman."

With that, she shifted a little to pull her panties off. Spreading her legs, she took my hand again and placed it over her pussy. I was trembling as I rubbed my fingers and hand over her very wet crotch.

She stopped me and said, "Ok, you need to learn how to touch a woman. Here. Put your hand over mine and then do what I do."

I did what she told me and she started to run her fingers over the folds of her lips and this little nub at the top of her pussy. She told me that was a clitoris and the key to making a woman orgasm.

I kept sucking her tits and with my newfound knowledge, and a little coaxing, I took my time and learned what things to do with my fingers. She told me that women aren't like men, they can't go from zero to horny like that; it takes time to get the fire started, so to speak. She took my face in her hands just then and asked if I wanted to lick her pussy. I nodded my head emphatically a bit, unable to speak.

I knelt between her legs and watched as she spread her lips open.

"Ok, remember what I showed you with my fingers? Do that with your tongue."

I leaned forward and nearly exploded as my tongue tasted my first pussy. The scent was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I started caressing her legs as I lapped at her warm, wet, hairy sex.

Her hips started to roll as one of her hands pulled at my head while the other guided me to where she wanted my tongue. "That's it, honey, right there, and don't stop!"

I was lost in a total haze as she ground her pussy into my face. I lapped where she pointed, right over her clit. I heard her panting as she started breathing harder. Suddenly she lifted herself off the bed and started shaking and moaning. There was a gush of fluid into my mouth that I lapped up instantly and went back to licking her clit. She pushed me away and told me to stop. I thought I'd done something wrong and she was mad at me. She must have seen the look on my face and she pulled me up and hugged me.

"It's ok, baby, women get sensitive sometimes, you did really good for your first time."

With that, she kissed me on the lips and hugged me tighter. She noticed that I was still hard as a rock.

"Mmmn, I'm impressed that you haven't cum again during all that. Roll over on your back and let Frani take care of that for you."

I rolled over and she wrapped her hand around my cock, and then she bent over and started licking the head. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as her long dark hair cascaded down like a soft curtain over my thighs and she started bobbing her head sucking my cock. I couldn't believe what was happening, and before I knew it I was cumming in her mouth. She made a little gasping noise as I exploded, but she kept on sucking. I was just about to apologize for cumming in her mouth when she covered my mouth with hers and fed me my cum in a very lust-filled kiss.

We kissed until I swallowed my load and then she broke away and lay next to me.

"We might have to work on your stamina a little, honey, you cum too quickly."

I tried again to apologize but she just put her finger to my lips, "It's ok, honey. Young boys have a hair trigger. And I think we need to keep all of this just between us. Not that we're doing anything wrong, but I don't think your mom should find out, if it wasn't her idea in the first place."

I just nodded my head, which was still kind of swimming in a haze of lust. She kissed me one more time and said she really needed a shower.

"Now, no more being so nervous around me ok?"

She bent down to pick up her clothes and handed me her wet panties, "Here's another souvenir for you." And then she was off to the bathroom.

I kind of sat there staring at the wall. What the fuck just happened? I fumbled her panties in my hand a little and brought them to my face for a sniff. I could still smell her on them as I collapsed back onto the bed.

I was shaken from my reverie when Fran knocked on the door to tell me the bathroom was free.

"You better take a shower and get to bed. You still have lots of work in the morning. No free rides just because you're sleeping with the boss."

I got up and took my shower and nearly collapsed back into bed. Oh my god was I really sleeping with the boss? I put her used panties under the pillow and fell into the deepest sleep I ever remembered.

I woke up to the smells of Fran cooking breakfast. Looking at the clock I must have overslept, so I stumbled around getting dressed, and went to the kitchen.

What greeted me was Fran already dressed in a skirt and blouse, showing off some healthy cleavage, and nylons.

"Hey there, sleepy head. Hungry?"

I sat down nodding my head.

"Oh no you don't, you're not going all silent on me after last night are you?"

"I'm starving."

"That's better."

She set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me and I dug in as she sat down with her plate.

She ended the silence right away when she asked why I slept in this morning.

"What's the matter, honey, did I wear you out last night?"

I blushed a bit, "Yeah, it was pretty intense."

"Intense huh, honey I barely got started with you last night. By the time I'm done teaching you those college girls are going to be sending me thank-you notes after you fuck them. By the way, how'd you like your first taste of cum?"

I nearly choked on my food at that question, and I was already contemplating her teaching comment. I managed to swallow my food with a gulp of milk. "It wasn't as bad as I thought."

"I was impressed that you didn't flinch at all when I kissed you after I sucked you off. Most guys are turned off by that. Then again, most guys wouldn't lap their cum off a woman's tits either." She chuckled a little as she said that last part.

"Well, I did kinda ask for that, didn't I?" I smiled back.

"See, you can be playful when you want to be. I think our summer just got better," she said as she gave me a wink. "Come on, finish your breakfast, we're running a bit late."

We finished eating and put our plates in the sink. We were running quite a bit behind so the conversation in the car on the ride to work was all about my work for the day. I had to unpack all the clothes and sort them, which is what I'd been doing since I started for the most part, but today was different. It was a huge truckload from some estate sale. I almost ran out of places to put boxes.

I'd been at it all morning like a robot. Open box, unpack box, sort clothes, open new box. I didn't hear Fran come into the back room.

"Hey, didn't you hear me, I got us some lunch, you must be hungry from all this work."

"Um, yeah, I guess I got a little carried away. I think it's my OCD, I'm always rearranging and sorting things."

"Well, put that down for a bit and have something to eat."

With that, she started hiking up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties and had on a pair of hold-up stockings.

"Now show me what you remember from last night."

I wasted no time, getting on my knees and kissing her thighs as I caressed her nylon-clad legs. When I started to lick her I felt her hand on the back of my head as she ground her pussy into my face. My cock was rock hard in my pants, but there was nothing I could do about it as I was dedicated to eating her pussy like she taught me. The feel of her nylons under my fingers was amazing as I slid my hands up and down her legs. I noticed she trembled a little as my fingers caressed the backs of her knees, so I concentrated there while my tongue delved into the wet folds of her pussy.

I heard her breathing quicken and that's when I clamped my mouth over her clit and held on as her orgasm hit. Riding out the waves of her pleasure, drinking in her gushing juices. When she released my head I sat back on my heels as she rearranged her skirt. Looking up her face was flushed and her breasts were still heaving a little.

"Well, aren't you the star pupil," she said as she caught her breath.

All I could do was smile as I stood up.

She stepped towards me and ran her hand over my very bulged blue jeans. "No playing with this at work now. Besides, I have plans for it tonight. By the way, there's a sandwich for you over on the counter." And with that, she went back out to the store.

I went and washed up and ate my sandwich and went back to work emptying and sorting boxes.

My life had become so turned around nothing seemed to phase me anymore. I spent the rest of the day wondering what Fran had in mind for tonight.