I am 26 old average looking guy..............
After Dad left, maa and I moved into the Condo apartment she received from the divorce settlement. It was nice enough, but I was sixteen, and starting to feel the urges that a young boy of that age should start feeling. It was a city high-rise building with its own pool, but most of the tenants were older than I. All my friends lived a good distance away, so I really only saw them at school. I was a bit of a loner in a lot of ways, so it didn’t bother me all that much. I guess I should tell you that my name is Billu. My Mom’s name is Lalita. We get along okay, I guess… more so now Dad is gone.
I spent a lot of time at home except for a part-time job that I had delivering groceries for the market on the first floor of the building. I sort of enjoyed the pool, so I spent a lot of time down there. It was late spring, and warm enough already for swimming. I usually went for a dip when I came home from school just before I went down to the market to start my job. There were a few women there, and I enjoyed watching them in their skimpy bathing suits, but they were all a little too old to be approachable by a boy of my age. Some of them looked at me too, and I liked that.
There was one especially that always seemed to be watching me when I came down for my daily swim. She was in her early thirties, and reminded me of one of the models that I looked at in the magazines that I kept in my bedside drawer. She was about 5′ 6″ tall, and well built. She always seemed to prefer bikinis to any other sort of swim suit. She also seemed to like me sneaking looks at her.
She was there today too, and wearing a skimpy green bikini that got my hormones raging. I horsed around in the pool, and surfaced in front of her a few times to get a better look. She smiled at me each time I did. I fooled around a bit more, staring at her gorgeous tits every chance I got. Finally it was time to go to work. maa was working late, so I was on my own. I went up to the apartment and got changed.
Things at the market went as they did on any other day. There were the usual rush orders from the tenants that had to be delivered before dinner, so I busied myself with running up and down in the elevators like always. Finally it was seven o’clock, and time for me to go home to do homework. Mr. Cucci, the owner, said that there was just one more order to go, and since it was in the building and a charge order, I could take it, and then just go straight home. I picked up the large bag, and headed out the door to take it where it belonged.
The apartment to which the order was destined was on the twenty-first floor, so it took a few minutes to get there. I really didn’t want to go home to that homework. I would be alone as usual since maa wouldn’t get there until about nine. I rang the bell at the apartment, and was greeted by the woman whom I’d seen in the bikini down by the pool earlier.
She was dressed in a blue dress with buttons down the front. Her dark blonde hair hung down to her shoulders, and on her feet she had blue leather shoes with high spike heels. She looked beautiful, and I couldn’t help staring for a moment when she opened the door.
“Oh! Hi,” she said, “you’re the boy from the pool, aren’t you? Could you bring that into the kitchen for me?”
I nodded. It was about all I could manage at that point. I carried the package into the kitchen, and heard her close the door to follow me.
“Thanks,” she said when we reached the kitchen. “I don’t think that I could have managed that on my own, and I know the sort of muscles you have from seeing you at the pool.”
I thanked her for the compliment, and placed the bag on the counter.
“There,” I said. “I like that pool a lot. I’ve seen you out there too.”
“I know you have,” she said with a knowing smile on her face. “What’s your name?”
“Billu,” I said, staring at her gorgeous tits.
“Mine’s Sarita,” she replied, “We see each other so often down by the pool, we really ought to know each other. You’re working late tonight, aren’t you, Billu? Mr. Cucci usually brings things up himself when I call this late.”
“No,” I answered, “this is my last delivery. I go home after this.”
“Oh?,” Sarita said with a touch of irony in her voice. “I guess your maa has dinner waiting?”
“Nah,” I answered, “Mom won’t be home for a couple of hours yet. I just have to read a few pages of History, and then watch some TV until she gets home.”
Sarita looked at me strangely for a moment, and then her face changed back into a smile. “Why don’t you stay here for a little while? I’m all alone, and I wouldn’t mind the company. We could watch television, or talk, or something. If we’re friends now, we should get to know each other better, right? What about it?”
That didn’t sound like a bad idea, al all! I was a little tired of spending all that time at home alone anyway, besides Sarita looked and smelled sooooo good.
“Sure,” I said. “I can do my homework later. It isn’t much.”
“Great,” Sarita said. “Why don’t you go sit on the sofa, and I’ll get us a couple of Cokes, that is… unless you would like a beer?”
“Um, yeah,” I said, trying to sound mature “… a beer is fine.” I just hoped that maa wouldn’t smell it on me when she came home.
“Okay”, Sarita smiled. “You go on inside, and I’ll be back in a minute.”
It didn’t take long for Sarita to join me on the sofa. She put two beers down on the coffee table, and we each took one for a sip.
“You spend a lot of time hanging around here. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
I was becoming a little uneasy with the way her questioning was going, but I was also becoming rather aroused with looking at her. She was wearing a perfume that was getting to me too! I liked her, and I wanted to be her friend. I also wanted to talk to someone about the things that I was feeling. My dad was away too much for me to get a good talk going with him, and maa wasn’t the right one to talk to. I decided to see just where the conversation was going to go.
“No,” I said, “I’ve never been out with a girl on a real date. I dance with them sometimes when I go to the school dances, but that is about as far as things have gone. I don’t go to many dances anyway.”
Sarita looked me straight in the eye, and asked, “Then you’re still a virgin?”
“Yes!” I blurted out.
The question had hit hard. The last thing that a boy wants to admit to a woman like Sarita is that he is a virgin, but the question had taken me by surprise. I had answered truthfully, but I was sort of already regretting that I did.
“That’s all right,” Sarita said. “It won’t be a permanent condition. Have you ever kissed a girl, Billu?”
“No,” I answered not knowing what she had in mind.
“Would you like to kiss me?” she asked.
This was definitely not what I had expected when I came up here, but I had to admit that I wanted to kiss her very much.
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Do you really mean it?”
Sarita smiled at me and just nodded. Jesus I couldn’t believe my luck!
Then, she leaned over, and brought her face close to mine. The fragrance of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I could feel other parts of me lower down reacting too! I pressed my face to hers, and our lips met. I’d never felt anything like this before. I didn’t know what to think about it, but I did know that it felt very, very nice!
“There, now you know what it feels like to kiss a girl”, Sarita said when she broke the kiss. “Did you like it?”
That was a silly question.
“Sure! It was great!”, I answered a little to enthusiastically. “I never kissed anyone but my maa and my aunt, but they never kissed me like that before.”
Sarita giggled.
“Well, I should hope not,” she said. “Would you like to know more about women?” I didn’t know what she had planned, but if it meant kissing her again, I was all for it!
“Yeah, sure!” I said, trying to hide my eagerness.
“Okay, put your arms around me, and we’ll try another kiss,” Sarita said.
She slid over on the sofa, so her thigh was pressing against mine. That felt good too! I put an arm around her back, and she nestled into it. Again our lips pressed together, and again I felt those same stirring in my crotch. It was all I could do to keep from messing my pants! We kissed longer this time, and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. I moved my hand down a bit, and felt her bra under her dress. She didn’t protest. We broke the kiss, and Sarita said, “Do you like my breasts?” I swallowed hard, and said, “Yeah,” in a strained voice. “Would you like to see them?” “Yeah!,” I said.
Sarita sat up on the sofa, and unbuttoned her dress down to the waist. Under it, she was wearing a bra of aqua lace. It was sheer, and I could see the shadow of the dark circles of her areola and nipples through it.
“Would you like to touch them, Billu?” she asked.
“Ohhh, yeah,” I answered, unable to hide my pleasure any longer.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, and lifted them. They were large and firm, and weighed more than I had expected. I’d seen them under her bikini top out by the pool enough times, but I never thought I would get the chance to hold them like this.
“When you do get a girlfriend,” Sarita said, “make sure she has big breasts like mine. Would you like to see more?”
“Shit, yeah!” I answered enthusiastically.
Sarita stood in front of me, and said, “This dress is only in the way now,” and unbuttoned the rest of it letting it slip from her shoulders. She tossed it over a chair. Below her waist, she was wearing a sheer aqua garter-belt and panties that matched the bra. Her stockings were sheer too, and I could see the dark V-shaped outline of her choot at her crotch.
After Dad left, maa and I moved into the Condo apartment she received from the divorce settlement. It was nice enough, but I was sixteen, and starting to feel the urges that a young boy of that age should start feeling. It was a city high-rise building with its own pool, but most of the tenants were older than I. All my friends lived a good distance away, so I really only saw them at school. I was a bit of a loner in a lot of ways, so it didn’t bother me all that much. I guess I should tell you that my name is Billu. My Mom’s name is Lalita. We get along okay, I guess… more so now Dad is gone.
I spent a lot of time at home except for a part-time job that I had delivering groceries for the market on the first floor of the building. I sort of enjoyed the pool, so I spent a lot of time down there. It was late spring, and warm enough already for swimming. I usually went for a dip when I came home from school just before I went down to the market to start my job. There were a few women there, and I enjoyed watching them in their skimpy bathing suits, but they were all a little too old to be approachable by a boy of my age. Some of them looked at me too, and I liked that.
There was one especially that always seemed to be watching me when I came down for my daily swim. She was in her early thirties, and reminded me of one of the models that I looked at in the magazines that I kept in my bedside drawer. She was about 5′ 6″ tall, and well built. She always seemed to prefer bikinis to any other sort of swim suit. She also seemed to like me sneaking looks at her.
She was there today too, and wearing a skimpy green bikini that got my hormones raging. I horsed around in the pool, and surfaced in front of her a few times to get a better look. She smiled at me each time I did. I fooled around a bit more, staring at her gorgeous tits every chance I got. Finally it was time to go to work. maa was working late, so I was on my own. I went up to the apartment and got changed.
Things at the market went as they did on any other day. There were the usual rush orders from the tenants that had to be delivered before dinner, so I busied myself with running up and down in the elevators like always. Finally it was seven o’clock, and time for me to go home to do homework. Mr. Cucci, the owner, said that there was just one more order to go, and since it was in the building and a charge order, I could take it, and then just go straight home. I picked up the large bag, and headed out the door to take it where it belonged.
The apartment to which the order was destined was on the twenty-first floor, so it took a few minutes to get there. I really didn’t want to go home to that homework. I would be alone as usual since maa wouldn’t get there until about nine. I rang the bell at the apartment, and was greeted by the woman whom I’d seen in the bikini down by the pool earlier.
She was dressed in a blue dress with buttons down the front. Her dark blonde hair hung down to her shoulders, and on her feet she had blue leather shoes with high spike heels. She looked beautiful, and I couldn’t help staring for a moment when she opened the door.
“Oh! Hi,” she said, “you’re the boy from the pool, aren’t you? Could you bring that into the kitchen for me?”
I nodded. It was about all I could manage at that point. I carried the package into the kitchen, and heard her close the door to follow me.
“Thanks,” she said when we reached the kitchen. “I don’t think that I could have managed that on my own, and I know the sort of muscles you have from seeing you at the pool.”
I thanked her for the compliment, and placed the bag on the counter.
“There,” I said. “I like that pool a lot. I’ve seen you out there too.”
“I know you have,” she said with a knowing smile on her face. “What’s your name?”
“Billu,” I said, staring at her gorgeous tits.
“Mine’s Sarita,” she replied, “We see each other so often down by the pool, we really ought to know each other. You’re working late tonight, aren’t you, Billu? Mr. Cucci usually brings things up himself when I call this late.”
“No,” I answered, “this is my last delivery. I go home after this.”
“Oh?,” Sarita said with a touch of irony in her voice. “I guess your maa has dinner waiting?”
“Nah,” I answered, “Mom won’t be home for a couple of hours yet. I just have to read a few pages of History, and then watch some TV until she gets home.”
Sarita looked at me strangely for a moment, and then her face changed back into a smile. “Why don’t you stay here for a little while? I’m all alone, and I wouldn’t mind the company. We could watch television, or talk, or something. If we’re friends now, we should get to know each other better, right? What about it?”
That didn’t sound like a bad idea, al all! I was a little tired of spending all that time at home alone anyway, besides Sarita looked and smelled sooooo good.
“Sure,” I said. “I can do my homework later. It isn’t much.”
“Great,” Sarita said. “Why don’t you go sit on the sofa, and I’ll get us a couple of Cokes, that is… unless you would like a beer?”
“Um, yeah,” I said, trying to sound mature “… a beer is fine.” I just hoped that maa wouldn’t smell it on me when she came home.
“Okay”, Sarita smiled. “You go on inside, and I’ll be back in a minute.”
It didn’t take long for Sarita to join me on the sofa. She put two beers down on the coffee table, and we each took one for a sip.
“You spend a lot of time hanging around here. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
I was becoming a little uneasy with the way her questioning was going, but I was also becoming rather aroused with looking at her. She was wearing a perfume that was getting to me too! I liked her, and I wanted to be her friend. I also wanted to talk to someone about the things that I was feeling. My dad was away too much for me to get a good talk going with him, and maa wasn’t the right one to talk to. I decided to see just where the conversation was going to go.
“No,” I said, “I’ve never been out with a girl on a real date. I dance with them sometimes when I go to the school dances, but that is about as far as things have gone. I don’t go to many dances anyway.”
Sarita looked me straight in the eye, and asked, “Then you’re still a virgin?”
“Yes!” I blurted out.
The question had hit hard. The last thing that a boy wants to admit to a woman like Sarita is that he is a virgin, but the question had taken me by surprise. I had answered truthfully, but I was sort of already regretting that I did.
“That’s all right,” Sarita said. “It won’t be a permanent condition. Have you ever kissed a girl, Billu?”
“No,” I answered not knowing what she had in mind.
“Would you like to kiss me?” she asked.
This was definitely not what I had expected when I came up here, but I had to admit that I wanted to kiss her very much.
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Do you really mean it?”
Sarita smiled at me and just nodded. Jesus I couldn’t believe my luck!
Then, she leaned over, and brought her face close to mine. The fragrance of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I could feel other parts of me lower down reacting too! I pressed my face to hers, and our lips met. I’d never felt anything like this before. I didn’t know what to think about it, but I did know that it felt very, very nice!
“There, now you know what it feels like to kiss a girl”, Sarita said when she broke the kiss. “Did you like it?”
That was a silly question.
“Sure! It was great!”, I answered a little to enthusiastically. “I never kissed anyone but my maa and my aunt, but they never kissed me like that before.”
Sarita giggled.
“Well, I should hope not,” she said. “Would you like to know more about women?” I didn’t know what she had planned, but if it meant kissing her again, I was all for it!
“Yeah, sure!” I said, trying to hide my eagerness.
“Okay, put your arms around me, and we’ll try another kiss,” Sarita said.
She slid over on the sofa, so her thigh was pressing against mine. That felt good too! I put an arm around her back, and she nestled into it. Again our lips pressed together, and again I felt those same stirring in my crotch. It was all I could do to keep from messing my pants! We kissed longer this time, and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. I moved my hand down a bit, and felt her bra under her dress. She didn’t protest. We broke the kiss, and Sarita said, “Do you like my breasts?” I swallowed hard, and said, “Yeah,” in a strained voice. “Would you like to see them?” “Yeah!,” I said.
Sarita sat up on the sofa, and unbuttoned her dress down to the waist. Under it, she was wearing a bra of aqua lace. It was sheer, and I could see the shadow of the dark circles of her areola and nipples through it.
“Would you like to touch them, Billu?” she asked.
“Ohhh, yeah,” I answered, unable to hide my pleasure any longer.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, and lifted them. They were large and firm, and weighed more than I had expected. I’d seen them under her bikini top out by the pool enough times, but I never thought I would get the chance to hold them like this.
“When you do get a girlfriend,” Sarita said, “make sure she has big breasts like mine. Would you like to see more?”
“Shit, yeah!” I answered enthusiastically.
Sarita stood in front of me, and said, “This dress is only in the way now,” and unbuttoned the rest of it letting it slip from her shoulders. She tossed it over a chair. Below her waist, she was wearing a sheer aqua garter-belt and panties that matched the bra. Her stockings were sheer too, and I could see the dark V-shaped outline of her choot at her crotch.