Like I said, I've never had a Mrs Robinson streak, so my man and I came up with a vague plan of action during a very satisfying session one evening. It would probably take three or four sessions to teach Rick the lessons we'd identified, but as he was just twenty-three, we figured he'd have the stamina.

Lesson One was set for the Wednesday evening.

Answering the door to Rick, he was suitably nervous but managed to appreciate my skirt and shirt combo. Offering him a drink, my man tried to calm him.

"It's okay, Rick; if this is too much, you don't have to stay. You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, just say so. Here, drink this; it might chill you out a little." My man handed him a double shot of whiskey.

"It's the watching thing. I'm not sure I can perform to an audience," Rick said quietly as he sat in the armchair.

Perching myself on the arm of his chair, I offered the only piece of advice I could.

"Just concentrate on me; there is no audience, no performance, it's just sex. If I'm happy, you're happy and he'll be happy."

I put my hand on his shoulder; he turned his head to look at me, and desire ran across his features.

"Drink up," I purred as my hand ran down his torso and I stood. 

After kissing my man for a moment, I took Rick's glass from him and settled myself on his lap. Twisted slightly so he could see my face, I told him what he was about to learn.

"Tonight, we're starting with boobs, then I'll teach you how to wank a girl off. Yes, girls wank too. Be good, and I'll reward you. Are you game?"

His response was to nibble my neck. I took that as a yes.

I could see my man getting comfortable in the other armchair nearby, so we were all set. Opening the first button of my shirt, I asked Rick if he'd handled a pair of boobs before.

"I would've said yes until I saw yours. They are something else," he muttered.

"Ah, mine are bigger than most, yes. But all boobs are worth playing with!"

(Just to remind you, dear reader, my natural 32G boobs top off my classic hourglass figure.) As I unbuttoned the second, Rick's fingers worked on the bottom, and our hands met in the middle, drawing the cotton apart to expose my breasts to the room. Taking his right hand in mine, I cupped it under my right boob, his thumb automatically stroking the bra, searching for my nipple.

"Some boobs are more sensitive than others. Mine aren't sensitive, maybe due to the size; I don't know. That means I like things a little firmer than other women you'll be with," I taught as I removed his hand to lean forward and shrug off the shirt.

"If you know how to undo a bra, now's a good time to exercise that skill!"

Leaning forward like that, I could feel his hard-on against my inner thigh, so I gave it a little wiggle while winking to my man. The bra unhinged, so I leant back again, positioning Rick's hands to catch my boobs as they were released. My nipples were already erect, and I saw my man lick his lips and rearrange his stiffening package.

I watched my man as Rick got acquainted with my boulders. Rick's hands were bigger so they held my breasts easier than others before, his thumbs grazing my nipples as he watched over my shoulder with wonder.

If a groan can be called guttural, the look on my man's face was pure filth.

"Remember I said I wasn't sensitive? While I can see you grazing my nipples, I don't feel much, so you're going to roll them between your finger and thumb."

He did so, but so gently.

"Harder, Rick, give me some strength."

A little better, but not enough. Taking matters into my own hands, I squeezed his fingers together and rolled.

"Aah, like that. Feels good, sends a shock wave to my clit. Hmm, nibbling my neck like that is good too, another line to my pussy."

Breaking contact for a moment, I moved and turned towards Rick as my man undid his flies and waved his cock head at me. I do love that cock, a thick stem leading to a smooth fat head. Even after all this time, it fills me perfectly.

"Mouth," I said to Rick.

Taking one nipple between his lips, he sucked it and flicked his tongue over it, like I'd taught him to do with my clit in the hotel toilets that first meeting.

"Hmm, teeth," I directed.

This lad caught on fast, holding my nipple between his teeth as he flicked it. Oh, how I wished I could cum from this; it felt good.

Dragging myself from his mouth, I stood and let my skirt drop to the floor, leaving me just wearing hold-up stockings. Rick's eyes darkened further, and there was a groan from my man. Turning, I sat directly on Rick's hard cock, giving it a good wiggle. His jeans were stretched to their limit. I hooked my feet over the arms of the chair, opening my pussy to the room. My man again licked his lips and rolled his balls in one hand.

Putting Rick's left hand to my breast, where he immediately rolled my nipple between his fingers, I put his right on my thigh.

"Feel free. Touch, stroke, acquaint yourself with my pussy. Whatever you feel like touching, touch."

His fingers immediately went for my wet hole, dipping in with one finger. He stroked my lips lightly, massaged my perineum for a moment, then stroked two fingers up my lips to meet at my clit, rubbing quickly but lightly. I had to step in.

"Slow down and add pressure." I put my hand on his, pushing his finger to me for the pressure, and rubbing his finger up and down for the speed.

"Mmm, that's better." On the other chair, my man was matching his strokes with Rick's. Over his cock head, down again. Up, down. His hand was mesmerising as it worked his rock-hard member.

Starting to feel frustrated, I wanted cock, but this was a wank lesson. Taking Rick's left hand from my breast, I pushed it under my bum and wiggled my wetness against it. 

"Two fingers," I breathed heavily.

I watched my man's gaze fixed on Rick's fingers as they pushed into me and re-emerged shiny with my pussy juice. The need to cum now was getting desperate, so I started lifting and sinking on them, fucking myself as I watched my man's fist wank his cock in time.

Just as the first wave of my orgasm flooded over me, my man's fist slowed as he concentrated on my face.

Wave after wave of contractions gripped Rick's fingers as I came, and I let his finger on my clit slow. Stopping my bounce with his fingers deep inside me, I nudged his other hand away so I could recover a moment. Giving his fingers a squeeze, I eased myself off Rick.

Standing in front of them both, naked save for my stockings, I said, "Thank you, Rick. You seem to be a quick learner, so you've earned your reward. Stand up and drop those jeans. Show me your cock."

He was so eager, he almost jumped out of the chair. The bulge was a pleasing sight with my juices darkening the denim. His jeans dropped to his ankles; his shorts followed quickly after. His cock was a decent length, maybe six-and-a-half inches long fully erect, a little thinner than I'm used to but as nice-looking as these things ever are (Sorry guys, they ain't pretty!).

Taking a step towards him, I took his cock in my fist and travelled from tip to base and back again. Precum moistened his tip as I did so, showing that wanking him wouldn't take long.

Pushing him back into the chair, I straddled his knees and took his balls in one hand and his stiffness in the other. As my hand started to move, Rick's eyes closed, and my man moved beside us for a better view, cock in hand, moving once again to match my speed.

I nodded to my man, and he came close enough for me to suck his head while I pulled on Rick's cock, my man's eyes flicking between my mouth and my hand. Rick's groans matched my hand's motion and my man took his cock from my mouth.

"Do you want to cum, Rick?" I asked, my eyes asking my man the same question.

A grunt was all I got from the youngster; a nod, from my man.

I wanked a little faster, holding it a little tighter. As one eruption splattered onto my thigh, another hit the other thigh. Slowing and pulling more gently, I emptied the youngster's cock as my man did the same.

With cum on both stockings, I must've looked a right state, but both men showed lust on their faces, so I didn't mind. Helping me up, my man held me from behind, his softening cock against my bum cheek.

"Next time you cum on her stockings, you'll have to clean her up," my man instructed. "But for now, the cloakroom is through there. Go clean up."  

to be continued...