1. London, the city of SEX!


    Date: 10/3/2016, Categories: Fiction, Boy, First Time, Mature, Reluctance, Teen Male / Female, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 70, Source: sexstories.com

    He suggested that they would be ready for Tom at about 4:30. Tom arrived at 4:25, and expected to be heading back to Notting Hill Gate by about five. But there were problems. The job was late getting onto the press. And then there were problems with the registration. In the end it had already gone six by the time Tom raced back to the White City Tube station. Fortunately, it was only three stops back to Notting Hill Gate, and Tom arrived back at the Portobello Road flat just in time to have a wash and put on a clean shirt before heading back down the stairs to Michele's flat. Michele answered the door wearing a long apron. And that was all she was wearing. 'Ah, mon ami,' she said. 'Welcome.' And she kissed him on both cheeks. 'We will start with a small glass of pastis. But first you must remove your clothes. Tonight we are having zee naturist supper. It is quite warm enough, no?' And she smiled. Michele hurried off to the kitchen and returned almost immediately with two small tumblers of milky-white pastis. But when she looked at Tom, she frowned. 'You still 'ave your clothes on, mon ami!' Tom looked down and he did, indeed, still have his clothes on. 'Do you need me to help you?' Reluctantly, Tom sat down and took off his shoes and his socks. It was a start. But it was all too slow for Michele. She put down the drinks she was holding. 'Oh, come here,' she said. What was it about women wanting to remove Tom's clothes? First Laura; now Michele. 'There,' she said, as she ...
    folded Tom's clothes and placed them on a chair at the side of the room. 'Better. No?' And then she glanced down at her apron. 'Oh! Look at me. I am still wearing my apron.' But in a second or two she was not. 'There ... now we are both zee naturists, mon ami.' She handed Tom a glass of pastis. 'Cin cin.' 'Cin cin,' Tom echoed. Tom tried to keep his eyes fixed on Michele's face. But it was impossible not to be aware of her womanly breasts, her slight tummy, and her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. At least Tom assumed that Michele's pubic hair had been trimmed; nether topiary was not something to which he had previously given much thought. But now that he was thinking about it, he was also aware that his cock was growing. And, to make matters worse, Michele was now watching his cock grow. 'Mon cheri, I think you are pleased to see me,' she said. 'Come and sit beside me on the couch.' Tom took a gulp of his pastis and then did as he was bid. 'I think - how you say? - we need to take care of zee first things first.' And she took Tom's growing cock in her hand and encouraged it to grow even more. 'Très belle.' Poor Tom was in two minds. On the one hand, he wanted his embarrassment to be over as soon as possible. In fact, it had clearly been a mistake to allow Michele to take his clothes off. What had he been thinking? But on the other hand, the longer that Michele's ministrations went on, the longer Tom wanted them to go on. Would it be too much to hope that they might go on for ...
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