1. Because context is everything


    Date: 10/15/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Ijhel, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the last girl I had been with? What did I do to her? What was it like? "Are you a virgin then?" I suddenly blurted out. She wasn't. She'd had sex, but only with boys; only the sort of d***ken fumbling at parties which left her feeling confused and dejected. "Tell me how it feels to fuck a woman" she said with naked curiosity. She paused for a heart beat then said "Tell me about Ester". "How do you know about her?" I asked in amazement. How could she know that I'd had sex with my neighbour. How could she know that a woman ten years older than me had knocked on my door one afternoon and asked me to help her lift some boxes into the attic? "How...?" "I came round and heard you" she shrugged. "Heard me?" "Yeah. I listened at the door. It was open" Her door had been open! I gaped. Ester's front door was right alongside mine. I lived on the right of the stairwell, she lived on the left. I realised that any one coming up or down the stairs would have heard us. Majken was still watching me. "What was it like?" I prompted myself. "Well, it was nice..." Ester was a social worker of some kind. I didn't know much about her job except that it involved sitting all day in an office with several other women. I'd lived next door to her for almost three years and in all that time I had never seen her with a man. Sometimes I'd meet her on the stairs, usually when she came home from work, carrying her grocery bags, breathing heavily, red faced with her big fat breasts heaving. If I was going ...
    up, I'd offer to carry her bags because I knew she had a weak knee from an accident in her youth. Once or twice she'd invited me for a cup of coffee and we’d sat and talked in her front room but thats all that had happened. I’d d***k my coffee, listened to her conversation for a while and covertly admired her impressive chest. I don't know why she seduced me on the day she asked me to help her move some boxes, but since I was so much younger than her, I'd assumed it was from sheer loneliness and desperation. I’d helped her move her boxes, then we’d sat down to drink some coffee as usual. The first difference I noted was when she offered me a beer instead. ”I’m out of coffee” she explained as she passed me a bottle. I thought nothing of it. ”She was loosening you up” Majken proposed. I nodded and asked her when she’d arrived. She shrugged and said she’d heard us fucking from the door. She didn’t know how long we’d already been at it before she arrived. The next difference was her dress. Ester usually dressed in drab, sensible sweaters, cardigans and the like, but that day she was wearing a predominantly red floral dress. It struck me the moment I saw it that the dress accentuated her magnificent breasts to a most startling degree. I still didn’t understand what was happening though. Even when she sat beside me on the sofa I drank my beer and smiled happily as I cautiously rested my eyes on her cleavage. It was only when she flicked her eyes to catch me staring that I realised ...
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