by alexcarr ©
When Jennifer came to me it was like a new life beginning. Sweet, sweet and innocent Jenifer who - at nineteen, had never had a boy friend straight from a convent.
She wanted a room to set up her independence and to get settled in with her online university studies.
The owner of a hotel which had been converted into bed sitting rooms I was delighted to give her a room for a minimal charge in return for some small chores around the house.
At 42 maybe I am old enough to be her father but with my wife having deserted me five years ago for another I was all bitter and twisted - although my sexual ardour was still very much in place, especially with Jennifer around, I was having all sorts of carnal imaginings wondering how she would be. But never imagining just how it would turn out, that she would be interested in an older guy and would want that guy to teach her the fundamentals for want of another word.
I have to say it was not a sordid affair and my Jennifer was a natural, wanting to learn the ways of the world, having been sheltered for so long in a convent, her hormones going absolutely berserk she said. Now was the time to venture and discover her true self and achieve her aims in life.
She chose me to be her 'tutor' in almost all aspects and I was about to experience the happiest days of my life in the moist unexpected ways.
Although Jennifer was innocent enough regarding the ways of the world she had a natural instinct and ability to recognise without restriction or inhibition all about her sexual desires, having quite openly told me that she had been masturbating since her young teenage years and found joy and relief from that given the boring day to day business of study in a convent.
She came to me saying quite candidly she wanted to discover all and thought I was just the right person to teach her, that she thought the world of me and maybe even more, that she was that unsure what could be the real thing or just a sexual liking that would pass. That she wanted that opportunity to discover, with me, for herself.
Who was I to deprive her of that. But I had to be sure she was fully aware of what she was asking and that it could develop into something more serious.
She said she felt comfortable with me and trusted me implicitly and wanted to have sex with me because, well it seemed right and that anyway she fancied me. And wanted at last to share her wildest dreams with a guy she adored.
The very first time we actually started to get together was sheer magic. I explained to her how guys, particularly this guy, liked the lure of the feminine sex, that way she dresses, her grooming and the rest of it. And she sitting there before me in such a delightful short skirt with those very alluring black hold up stockings I told her were a real turn- on.
She looked up at me from her armchair peering into my eyes, I explained how nice it would be to see a little further up her skirt, saying how it would be nice if she just slightly parted her thighs making it a tease for me.
"Like this, Peter?" she asked doing what I'd asked very smoothly, lifting that delicious skirt up a little more and parting those gorgeous young thighs to a point where, seeing the darkness between my masculinity was already beginning to show head.
Jennifer sort of looked down at me, obviously seeing what was going on beneath my trousers and asking curiously if that is what she was doing caused that.
"Would you like to see for real?" I asked excitedly, the male in me becoming very ardent and frisky, thinking about how it would be if she raised her skirt even higher to reveal her underwear.
Her eyes said everything, those delightful sparkling and deliciously inquisitive brown eyes and that simply nod that said she would.
"Then I shall begin" I said by which time I had already reached a full erection which was trying to get out of my trousers, Jennifer looking intently as I slowly unzipped, slowly finding it inside my briefs and ever so gently easing it out, watching her reaction as I did so, wanting for her to hopefully enjoy the moment just as much as was I.
Jennifer looked intently as I dropped my trousers and my briefs to show her the full works, I was conscious of my balls hanging as they do, so quickly cradled them believing that would make them look better.
There was a short pause, would Jennifer react or just remain as she was, wide eyed, mouth slightly apart.
"You like, Jennifer?! I asked and her gorgeous smile said everything.
"I have never seen one like that before, Peter."
"How do you mean?" I ventured.
"Not fully erect" she glowed like she wanted to touch.
"You can touch if you like, " I said , "see what it feels like."
And she did, it was the very first time for her to touch a guy she told me.
"Squeeze it" I said And she did, very gently but meaningfully and it felt so nice.
I ventured to stretch back the foreskin to expose the bulbous fullness, for her to examine.
I saw her nostrils shallow. She sniffed me there and it was nice.
"Smell nice? I asked.
"Wonderful" she responded and all at once I yearned for her to take it into her mouth.
For the next few minutes we were to share the most sexual thrilling time I had ever encountered with a woman pre-sexual intercourse.
"You can wank it if you like!" I offered and she complimented me saying how wonderful it looked, how warm and nice to touch.