Practice to Perfection
Our "Student" and his "Instructor" had sort of put on hold their activities pretty much for the summer before he started college. Work and private time caused the lull in their having fun together. Fall soon arrived and school began, with college for our young fellow. He continued to live at home and worked that first semester, again stealing time from their newly found pastime....sex. His M*m, the instructor, began to feel somewhat neglected, where in months previous, he would hardly leave her alone with so many questions and advances. She wondered, when alone, if he had maybe found a girlfriend. The next time they were alone she decided ask him.
He worked two evening a week and three late mornings, plus attended college, leaving not much time for fooling around. One afternoon when he got done with work, she questioned him, "Have you forgotten about me and the things I showed you about sex?"
With a startled look on his face he replied, "Surely not, remember you told me many times school work is most important, then I get this pretty good job also, and I didn't want to bother you. But in a few weeks the job will done for the season....then I thought we could re-new our relationship, or at least "Practice" as you taught me so much!"
Some more time went by with a hug, a kiss and a cheap feel here and there until.....One day she came home from town nicely dressed from a ladies' luncheon. He was sitting at his desk working on a school assignment. He got up to bring in a bag of groceries....she was in the bathroom. He went back to his desk and she slowly approached him and stood at his side. She looked great these last few months, updated hair style, a bit more make-up, better fitting clothes and a dash more perfume. These "updates" and the history of their recent past certainly piqued his interest. Her left thigh touched his upper arm, he smelled her presence.
"Time for a break, isn't it?" she suggested, "We have a couple hours alone still."
Our here thought to himself how the tables had seemed to turn, he used to be the forward one, now it was pretty certain she had enjoyed their past encounters more than she let on.
He gently closed the book he was reading and let his right arm slip off the desk and find the back of her skirt. She shuffled a bit, kicking off her modestly heeled shoes. His hands found the back of her legs and felt the warm nylon, bringing back memories of years earlier when he asked to have the pleasure of releasing her garters ... in hopes of seeing some more of her large, soft thighs. Only thing different now than then was he had seen, touched and experienced quite a bit of her body.... and she of his. Perceived body language now between the two suggested they both wanted more. His hands moved up her legs to that magic spot where the hose ends and the flesh begins...such a great thing to feel and better to see! His hands felt around further, feeling up her right side toward her hip bulge, he thought he should have encountered a panty, but he hadn't.
"Why don't you stand up young man," she ordered, "I need a few kisses."
He obliged and they wrapped themselves in each other's arms and began to kiss as they hadn't in a long time.
He asked, "Do you want your garters undone and stocking removed?"
She gave him a big smile and stated, "You know, I think I'll leave them on. Those ladies in the movies that get seduced by some rich guys don't take theirs off, I don't think.
His hands were now resting on her hips and he could feel the garter straps, but no panty line....she had shed them before entering his room...another first!
With this discovery and the pleasure of her modest bust pressed against his lower chest; he was getting turned on for sure, and both still had all their clothes on! In his mind, he was somewhat sorry for ignoring her, kind of, for the summer, knowing full well their "parallel tracks" were destined to meet every one in a while on the horizon. A happy medium of encounters was needed, not periodic neglects on both their parts. He told himself right then learning she had taken off her panties before they encountered each other, that she definitely wanted intimacy...on her terms for a change, not just youthful curiosity on his part. He took the liberty of lifting her dress and slip so he could caress her wonderfully full thighs, just as he had dreamed about years ago when young.
She uttered into his ear, "You better unfasten the belt on my skirt, I don't think I'll need it on, also you might unbutton my blouse also."
He dutifully complied to her request at the same time she fumbled with his belt so as to lower his jeans...as both their outer garments fell to the floor, he felt his now hard pecker rub against her soft abdomen. In just a few short seconds, her slip came off and there she was for him to ogle over...a mature woman, in simple hose with an old somewhat frayed garter belt...no panties and a simple white bra...no frills and lace for this farmer's wife. He put his hands on her soft upper arms and stood back admiring her body, her alluring wide hips, large, soft, pale, fleshy thighs, a bit of a belly protruding under the garter belt and a modest 34B-cup bust.
She coyly asked, "You had better remove my bra, don't you think?"
"I guess so," he answered, while he let his briefs fall to the floor, exposing his hard, ready dick.
Slowly she turned so he could bring the bra straps off her shoulders, next with of course, trembling fingers unhooked her bra, she turned again offering him the task of removing the cups.....he did as ordered and then feast his eyes on the bust resting so nicely on her crossed arms. His eyes fixed on her nipples, quite prominent for a small-busted lady.
"I know you like kiss then, best do it now before we become more involved," she suggested.
He complied, pinching one with his fingers and sucking on the other with his mouth , making both harder and a shade or two pinker! She put her hands in his and stepped back a double arm's length, thinking to herself as she surveyed his body....how he had changed in a few months from a clumsy high school boy to know a college age young man. A year of somewhat hard work widened his shoulder and firmed his arms...so like a young man so many years ago in her life, she even noticed his manhood had gained some increased dimension also. She didn't want to seem too anxious, but she did slowly guide the two of them toward the spare bet in his room....
The young man also noticed she look more "presentable" in a way this day as she elected to keep on her beige nylons and garter belt...the two things together, nylon clad legs and the garter belt and straps perfectly framed and drew attention to that patch of pubic hair....now growing back quite nicely since its last trim. To him, this was more than just showing the way as months past, but now an invitation to practice on a more alluring body. He took a deep breath and moved his right hand into her awaiting bush, letting the hair pass thru his long fingers while his middle finger felt for the upper reach of her divine slit.
She was moved somewhat also, reaching to wrap her fingers around his hard penis...that which she had seen grow both naturally and in moment of arousal. Her body was certainly not of center-fold quality, but she was proud anyways of what she possessed and glad he was attracted to her ...she recalled how the simple act of putting on or taking off the hosiery would attract his young attention a few years ago... now she could use this look to really attract him and yes, seduce him for pleasure instead of him almost begging for discovery. How could something until a few months ago seen so wrong, now be looked forward to by her?
Her hands gripped his upper arms as she sharply inhaled due to his long finger probing into her ready pussy......OH, my Oh, my, that feels so good, when you do that, keep going," she implored as she spread her feet slightly and squatted a bit to give more access to her charms. She saw and felt his erection rub on her bare body causing even more excitement for her.
"We had best lie down now," she suggested.
He turned loose to let her position herself on the spare beg, conveniently covered with a doubled sheet. In an instant her arms reached for him and invited him to approach her now open and retracted legs....he was quite taken by the view of her pussy framed by her garters & hose, just what he had day dreamed of or weeks! The "lingerie" for sure wasn't fancy, very plain, but made a statement that she was ready to please, not just instruct. His open hands felt her knees, then her thighs and the exposed flesh of her legs, he spotted a hint of pink thru the hair, it sent a chill thru him, he advanced even more... his swollen knob now parted the hair, then her lips...his body fully over hers, he craned his neck to watch his stiff manhood enter her welcoming womanhood, he felt it surround him as she also felt herself being entered. His past experience with her gave him confidence in shoving his rod ever further into her warm, wet pussy.
Again, the two had joined this time for pure satisfaction not instruction and discovery, with that apparent to both, she encouraged him to stroke harder and faster...he of course complied ... the "training wheels" were now off! To his delight, she exclaimed, "That's how I like it, you have caught on quickly, keep it up, it feels so good to be loved like this again!"
Upon hearing that compliment on his lovemaking, he threw caution to the wind and pumped ever harder, his hands under her shoulders so she couldn't slip away, his face buried next to her neck. She further let on her enthusiasm my wrapping her legs around his body, certainly a surprise to him. He felt the softness of her bare thighs on his sides, yet also felt the friction of the nylon on his back, a new and welcome sensation. To himself he thought he now knew what it was like to "fuck and be fucked" no matter the relationship of the partners!
She too, in all this realized she had trained him quite well and was proud of her showing him the ropes, as it were.
All this thought and contact rushed the two to near climax; she was almost trying to stifle a scream! He could sense it too, his balls began to contract like no jack-off session could march, he was about to unload into his mentor, now partner with all the effort he could muster to satisfy her. His load began to spurt into her warm, wet vagina, making sounds he hadn't heard until now, her legs gripped tighter to his torso like she didn't want the session to end, but it was ending, with every stroke his erection began to soften, letting some of his bounty of cum to escape moisten the sheet on the bed, the scent of sex permeated the air surrounding the pair as never before!
She finally had to admit she was tired and reluctantly asked him to ease up. He withdrew his soft member, they collapsed together and rolled to their side still in embrace. They kissed and rubbed each other, her eyes quickly scanning his face taking in the wonderment of it all, yes, parallel tracks meeting on the horizon in an expression of common satisfaction she was glad to re-discover with a willing partner.
"My goodness, you loved me so well," she commented to him as they lay basking in the afterglow of sex, "I haven't been loved like that for a long time! You know, from now on, forget about that pair of panties in your drawer, no need to plan, it will just happen!!!
He worked two evening a week and three late mornings, plus attended college, leaving not much time for fooling around. One afternoon when he got done with work, she questioned him, "Have you forgotten about me and the things I showed you about sex?"
With a startled look on his face he replied, "Surely not, remember you told me many times school work is most important, then I get this pretty good job also, and I didn't want to bother you. But in a few weeks the job will done for the season....then I thought we could re-new our relationship, or at least "Practice" as you taught me so much!"
Some more time went by with a hug, a kiss and a cheap feel here and there until.....One day she came home from town nicely dressed from a ladies' luncheon. He was sitting at his desk working on a school assignment. He got up to bring in a bag of groceries....she was in the bathroom. He went back to his desk and she slowly approached him and stood at his side. She looked great these last few months, updated hair style, a bit more make-up, better fitting clothes and a dash more perfume. These "updates" and the history of their recent past certainly piqued his interest. Her left thigh touched his upper arm, he smelled her presence.
"Time for a break, isn't it?" she suggested, "We have a couple hours alone still."
Our here thought to himself how the tables had seemed to turn, he used to be the forward one, now it was pretty certain she had enjoyed their past encounters more than she let on.
He gently closed the book he was reading and let his right arm slip off the desk and find the back of her skirt. She shuffled a bit, kicking off her modestly heeled shoes. His hands found the back of her legs and felt the warm nylon, bringing back memories of years earlier when he asked to have the pleasure of releasing her garters ... in hopes of seeing some more of her large, soft thighs. Only thing different now than then was he had seen, touched and experienced quite a bit of her body.... and she of his. Perceived body language now between the two suggested they both wanted more. His hands moved up her legs to that magic spot where the hose ends and the flesh begins...such a great thing to feel and better to see! His hands felt around further, feeling up her right side toward her hip bulge, he thought he should have encountered a panty, but he hadn't.
"Why don't you stand up young man," she ordered, "I need a few kisses."
He obliged and they wrapped themselves in each other's arms and began to kiss as they hadn't in a long time.
He asked, "Do you want your garters undone and stocking removed?"
She gave him a big smile and stated, "You know, I think I'll leave them on. Those ladies in the movies that get seduced by some rich guys don't take theirs off, I don't think.
His hands were now resting on her hips and he could feel the garter straps, but no panty line....she had shed them before entering his room...another first!
With this discovery and the pleasure of her modest bust pressed against his lower chest; he was getting turned on for sure, and both still had all their clothes on! In his mind, he was somewhat sorry for ignoring her, kind of, for the summer, knowing full well their "parallel tracks" were destined to meet every one in a while on the horizon. A happy medium of encounters was needed, not periodic neglects on both their parts. He told himself right then learning she had taken off her panties before they encountered each other, that she definitely wanted intimacy...on her terms for a change, not just youthful curiosity on his part. He took the liberty of lifting her dress and slip so he could caress her wonderfully full thighs, just as he had dreamed about years ago when young.
She uttered into his ear, "You better unfasten the belt on my skirt, I don't think I'll need it on, also you might unbutton my blouse also."
He dutifully complied to her request at the same time she fumbled with his belt so as to lower his jeans...as both their outer garments fell to the floor, he felt his now hard pecker rub against her soft abdomen. In just a few short seconds, her slip came off and there she was for him to ogle over...a mature woman, in simple hose with an old somewhat frayed garter belt...no panties and a simple white bra...no frills and lace for this farmer's wife. He put his hands on her soft upper arms and stood back admiring her body, her alluring wide hips, large, soft, pale, fleshy thighs, a bit of a belly protruding under the garter belt and a modest 34B-cup bust.
She coyly asked, "You had better remove my bra, don't you think?"
"I guess so," he answered, while he let his briefs fall to the floor, exposing his hard, ready dick.
Slowly she turned so he could bring the bra straps off her shoulders, next with of course, trembling fingers unhooked her bra, she turned again offering him the task of removing the cups.....he did as ordered and then feast his eyes on the bust resting so nicely on her crossed arms. His eyes fixed on her nipples, quite prominent for a small-busted lady.
"I know you like kiss then, best do it now before we become more involved," she suggested.
He complied, pinching one with his fingers and sucking on the other with his mouth , making both harder and a shade or two pinker! She put her hands in his and stepped back a double arm's length, thinking to herself as she surveyed his body....how he had changed in a few months from a clumsy high school boy to know a college age young man. A year of somewhat hard work widened his shoulder and firmed his arms...so like a young man so many years ago in her life, she even noticed his manhood had gained some increased dimension also. She didn't want to seem too anxious, but she did slowly guide the two of them toward the spare bet in his room....
The young man also noticed she look more "presentable" in a way this day as she elected to keep on her beige nylons and garter belt...the two things together, nylon clad legs and the garter belt and straps perfectly framed and drew attention to that patch of pubic hair....now growing back quite nicely since its last trim. To him, this was more than just showing the way as months past, but now an invitation to practice on a more alluring body. He took a deep breath and moved his right hand into her awaiting bush, letting the hair pass thru his long fingers while his middle finger felt for the upper reach of her divine slit.
She was moved somewhat also, reaching to wrap her fingers around his hard penis...that which she had seen grow both naturally and in moment of arousal. Her body was certainly not of center-fold quality, but she was proud anyways of what she possessed and glad he was attracted to her ...she recalled how the simple act of putting on or taking off the hosiery would attract his young attention a few years ago... now she could use this look to really attract him and yes, seduce him for pleasure instead of him almost begging for discovery. How could something until a few months ago seen so wrong, now be looked forward to by her?
Her hands gripped his upper arms as she sharply inhaled due to his long finger probing into her ready pussy......OH, my Oh, my, that feels so good, when you do that, keep going," she implored as she spread her feet slightly and squatted a bit to give more access to her charms. She saw and felt his erection rub on her bare body causing even more excitement for her.
"We had best lie down now," she suggested.
He turned loose to let her position herself on the spare beg, conveniently covered with a doubled sheet. In an instant her arms reached for him and invited him to approach her now open and retracted legs....he was quite taken by the view of her pussy framed by her garters & hose, just what he had day dreamed of or weeks! The "lingerie" for sure wasn't fancy, very plain, but made a statement that she was ready to please, not just instruct. His open hands felt her knees, then her thighs and the exposed flesh of her legs, he spotted a hint of pink thru the hair, it sent a chill thru him, he advanced even more... his swollen knob now parted the hair, then her lips...his body fully over hers, he craned his neck to watch his stiff manhood enter her welcoming womanhood, he felt it surround him as she also felt herself being entered. His past experience with her gave him confidence in shoving his rod ever further into her warm, wet pussy.
Again, the two had joined this time for pure satisfaction not instruction and discovery, with that apparent to both, she encouraged him to stroke harder and faster...he of course complied ... the "training wheels" were now off! To his delight, she exclaimed, "That's how I like it, you have caught on quickly, keep it up, it feels so good to be loved like this again!"
Upon hearing that compliment on his lovemaking, he threw caution to the wind and pumped ever harder, his hands under her shoulders so she couldn't slip away, his face buried next to her neck. She further let on her enthusiasm my wrapping her legs around his body, certainly a surprise to him. He felt the softness of her bare thighs on his sides, yet also felt the friction of the nylon on his back, a new and welcome sensation. To himself he thought he now knew what it was like to "fuck and be fucked" no matter the relationship of the partners!
She too, in all this realized she had trained him quite well and was proud of her showing him the ropes, as it were.
All this thought and contact rushed the two to near climax; she was almost trying to stifle a scream! He could sense it too, his balls began to contract like no jack-off session could march, he was about to unload into his mentor, now partner with all the effort he could muster to satisfy her. His load began to spurt into her warm, wet vagina, making sounds he hadn't heard until now, her legs gripped tighter to his torso like she didn't want the session to end, but it was ending, with every stroke his erection began to soften, letting some of his bounty of cum to escape moisten the sheet on the bed, the scent of sex permeated the air surrounding the pair as never before!
She finally had to admit she was tired and reluctantly asked him to ease up. He withdrew his soft member, they collapsed together and rolled to their side still in embrace. They kissed and rubbed each other, her eyes quickly scanning his face taking in the wonderment of it all, yes, parallel tracks meeting on the horizon in an expression of common satisfaction she was glad to re-discover with a willing partner.
"My goodness, you loved me so well," she commented to him as they lay basking in the afterglow of sex, "I haven't been loved like that for a long time! You know, from now on, forget about that pair of panties in your drawer, no need to plan, it will just happen!!!
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