It’s been a couple of weeks since my last post, I’m trying to string things out a bit, as it pains me to say that I am running out of stories. For now though, the therapy session continues and thanks to all of you for reading and enjoying what I have had to say so far. This all happened 6 years ago, back when I started working at the previously mentioned furniture store. Yes, this story does overlap with one of my previous ones.
To the very end of my “patch” of the store was a small section dedicated to fully installed fitted bedroom furniture, with a representative on hand at all times. I got quite chummy with the women who worked this part of the shop, there were a couple of them that worked part time, all very nice. One in particular was a really friendly, petite little lady with jet black hair and had that sexy glasses wearing thing going on. If circumstances were different I would of quite happily gone along with any advances she made my way, but as it was, just harmless flirting ensued and nothing more.
She had a daughter that came in to see her at work every now and again, usually towing her boyfriend behind. She was 17 at the time and literally an emo mini-me version of her mother. Jet black hair with a fringe, a tiny frame, pierced nose and rocking the sexy black-framed glasses also. She appeared to have a typical young love type thing going on with her boyfriend, her mum would talk to me about them having a fall outs all the time, which in turn led to the daughter falling out with her. She had an attitude, I was reliably informed. I ended up being introduced on one of her visits to see mum, upon closer look I could appreciate more of her features. She wasn’t skin and bones for sure, but considering there was not a lot to her, had lovely sized breasts and a cute little round rear end to go with it. She had shed most of her girl-like qualities and was becoming a woman. She started to join in on some of the light-hearted flirting too, while the boyfriend stood there like a petulant child.
One day the daughter turned up on her own at work to see her mum. Her mum was not working that day however, so she stood for an awkward moment until I made my way over to tell her. I recall thinking how strange that she didn’t already know her mum was off that day, perhaps they had fallen out and weren’t talking again or something. She gave me a sweet smile as I asked how she was doing and what she had been up to. She made a point of mentioning that her boyfriend had been a dick earlier that day, my spidey senses starting tingling. She’s throwing me a bone here. I offered a standard response along the lines of “I’m sure you’ll sort things out with him”, really just teasing another reaction. She told me she had thought about breaking up with him, she was now testing me for a reaction but I wasn’t going to get into this conversation too deep. I had to get back to work, but there was something to this interaction that I just couldn’t leave on a simple goodbye, I had to dig deeper but another time. Quickest thing I could muster was to offer her a lift home from town any time she gets stuck in the rain or whatever, a harmless offering I thought but would not rule out another of these awkward meetings, this time not on work time. No numbers were exchanged so god knows how this was supposed to happen, but it was something.
Sure enough I was taken up on my offer, although it didn’t turn out quite like I expected. It was a text from her mum (we were friends/colleagues and had contact numbers) asking if I would mind giving her daughter a lift home. It was a short, uneventful journey but I was invited in for a drink. I found out she had given her boyfriend the elbow that day, her mum approved as she didn’t really like the boy, so we ended up having a giggle about it, all the time exchanging glances across the room. Not long after I got in that night I got a surprise text message from the daughter saying thanks for the lift, she had stolen my number from her mums phone and told me not to tell her. The plot thickens.
A few days pass and many messages were exchanged, the flirting ramps up and turns to talk about sex. I happened to mention that I’m house sitting for a member of my family while they are away and she hatches a plan. She tells her mum that she is going to stay over a friends house and lets me know that we are good to go. Thinking back I don’t know what would of happened if we had just been honest with her mum, we weren’t breaking the law, but where is the fun in people knowing? Plus I had my job to think about. As it turns out her mum suspected all along that it was me she was staying out with and was really cool about it, but I’ll come back to that later. The night in question arrives and we settle in for the evening by watching a film cosied up no the sofa. Her petite body felt great in my arms, there was definitely sexual tension but also a tinge of apprehension on her part. She has previously confessed to only sleeping with one person and had not done much experimenting in the bedroom. This didn’t bother me, in fact it spurred me on. I’m not greedy, I get as much of my pleasure from knowing I’m giving pleasure to someone. She was my project, she was keen to learn and I wanted to teach.
The film ends and it’s getting late, I hint at going upstairs and she accepts willingly. Laying side by side we passionately kissed, her inexperience immediately evident but was a refreshing change from the alternative of having your face sucked off by someone over eager. I was itching to explore her body, clothes were slowly removed until she laid back in just a black bra and thong. Her body was so pale but so sexy, without exaggeration she had in my humble opinion an almost perfectly proportioned body. Her boobs were perky and a great size, she was blessed in that department for a petite girl. I gently sucked on her pink nipples, she moaned but softly, I could sense her consciousness of being too loud or brash. Her stomach was smooth and she had a pieced belly button, I could of got lost in exploring her pale skin. Between kisses on her belly I asked if she had ever had someone go down on her before, she answered no, so I asked if she would like me to. She accepted, so I moved to the side of the bed and ushered her to swing her legs around so her butt was right on the edge of the bed. I slipped my fingers over the lip of her underwear and eased them off. She was a sight to behold down there, lightly trimmed pubic hair sat above the most neat little pussy. I knelt down, parting her legs by running both my hands down the inside of her thighs, as I got close she let out a short, sharp exhalation of breath. Her legs resting on my shoulders I got comfortable on my knees and parted her lips with my tongue. She was wet but not soaking. What followed was the most gentle but thorough eating out I’d ever done, I wanted her to remember it. Her pussy was tight as I eased myself in gently, we fucked missionary for the entire time real nice and slow, she was a vision lying beneath me. I was pleased to last a reasonable amount of time, I thought I would struggle with that tight hole gripping me. We laid together afterwards and fell asleep, I suppose you could say the night had the markings of something romantic, but it just wasn’t that kind of thing. No mention of actually liking each other or wanting more than just to fuck had been mentioned up until now.
I carried on seeing her for a month or so after that night. As previously mentioned, her mum had blatantly sussed out what had happened but was really good about it. We’d go up to her room and fool around, she was eager to learn, especially how to suck cock well. We’d message each other prior to trying things out so she could put things into practice. She got more confident which was fantastic, I could tell she was mostly trying to impress me but a small part of her was obviously proud of what she was doing to me. We’d go out and fuck in my car also on occasion, she was small enough to hop over and ride me in the drivers seat which I found so so sexy. As with many good things, it didn’t last. She kept falling out with her mother (not over me) and getting kicked out for her attitude. I got fed up with bailing her out every time she needed somewhere to sleep, so she borrowed friends sofas when possible but eventually ended up staying at blokes houses who she barely knew, when things got desperate. I found out through a friend of hers that she had fucked a couple of the guys on different occasions, and even though we weren’t an item I was done with that shit. Despite all of this I tried to get her and her mum talking again, which worked but unfortunately didn’t last. It got to the point where things were beyond being patched up between them, I think to this day they no longer speak still. The daughter started getting obessive and genuinely could not understand why I wanted to wash my hands of her. Perhaps I’m a sap but I tried for so long to try and be a friend, but she couldn’t handle just that. It’s hard when you do give a shit about people in general, even if they treat themselves like crap.
Thanks for reading guys.
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