It was my 40th birthday, and here I was in a hotel room. The calls from hubby and other family had ended around 9:30, and I'd gone down to the hotel bar. The naked man picking up his clothes to get dressed had to be twenty years my junior, but for some reason he had found me interesting downstairs. The sex was fine, he knew how to please a woman. We had made love twice and even done 69. The thing is, even cheating can get routine. I started thinking about how I got to be such a slut.
It started out innocently enough. I was sixteen, in the 10th grade. I had this compulsive idea of seeing my twin brother naked, regardless of the drawings we had seen in Sex Ed and even a few peeks at the Playboy Channel in a friend's house. There was no internet porn to study back then. I wanted to see a real penis, and his was the closest one, besides my father.
Anyway, one day when mom and dad weren't home, Paul was in the shower. I screwed up my courage and cracked the door to the bathroom and peeked in until he came out of the shower. Eventually, the glass door slid open. Paul stepped out. There he was, naked and dripping wet from head to toe. But I don't think I had time to take in any details. He saw me, screamed, and turned around to hide his privates. I ran and hid in my bedroom and locked the door.
A few moments later, he was pounding on my door. Boy, was he mad. The only part of his ranting that I heard was, "I'm going to tell, Candy." I was crying by then and scared to death. I cracked the door to plead with him. He was already dressed. "You can't. You can't."
"But you looked at me when I got out of the shower!”
I don't remember how long I pleaded with him, but then an idea came into my head. "I'll show you my tits." Now he may have had mixed feelings about girls at that age, but this was an idea that he couldn't resist.
"OK, but you have to get naked like I was," he said.
Without any options, I unlocked my door. “OK, anything.”
It was only then that real panic set in for me. I couldn't believe what I had said. I was trapped. I backed into my room, and he followed. "Close the door," - of course, nobody was home, but you understand - “and turn around.” He did both. I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoes and jeans.
“OK,” I said nervously. He turned to see me standing there in my panties and bra.
I could tell he was stunned by seeing me like that, even though it wasn't much different than my bathing suit. But then he said, "But you said!" I was still trapped.
"Turn around, again." I turned around, too, tears streaming down my face. Standing back to back with him, I took off the bra and dropped my panties to the floor. "OK," I said again.
He turned to see my bare bottom. Then I turned, my hands covering what I could. Paul just stared. Slowly, I let my hands drop to my sides, revealing my tuft of hair and everything else, for that matter. He stood like in a trance. Finally, one word, barely audible. "Wow." I turned back and rapidly got my clothes on.
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A few weeks later, I guess Paul had been working up his own courage. He decided to turn tables on me. I stepped out of the shower, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he didn't leave. With my back to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, "You'd better take your clothes off. NOW!!! Everything!!!" I heard the sounds of clothes being unfastened and dropped to the floor.
When I turned, he was standing there hiding his privates. "Come on," I said.
"I can't," he said.
"Come on!!" He moved his hands away, and his penis was standing straight out. Guess what I said? "Wow.”
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"I didn't really see much, you know," Paul said. I jumped. He had come up behind me the next day when I was doing my homework.
"Paul! It's just as well. You shouldn't be looking at me like that."
"I was thinking. Maybe we both could take our clothes off and really check things out."
I pondered his idea. I suppose it made sense. I had a lot of questions about the details of a boy myself. Did I really want to let him look at all my details? "I donno. Maybe for a couple of minutes."
I stood up facing him. We both stood there for a couple of minutes, not sure of what we really wanted to do. Finally, I reached behind the blue cotton dress I had worn to school that day and pulled the zipper down. Paul started unbuttoning his shirt. I slid my arms out but held the cloth in front of my bra. Paul threw his shirt on my bed.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, hoping against hope, he would change his mind.
"Oh yeah," he replied, a bit too eagerly.
He stepped out of his shoes, opened his pants, and let them fall to the floor. I could see that his penis was hard inside his shorts. I was having feelings between my legs as well. I let the dress fall. We were both standing there in our underwear. Paul took off his undershirt, not revealing anything I hadn't seen a hundred times at the pool. Yet he seemed so much more exciting now.
I took off my bra and didn't even try to hide my size Bs. Now was the moment of truth. Would we expose everything?
Paul went first and slid his shorts down. His cock flopped straight out like I'd seen that one time before. I had taken my shoes off when I got home, so all I had to do was slip my panties down. We stared at each other like that for several moments.
"But I want to see where everything is," he said. I sat on the bed and spread my legs open. "But it's just a lot of hair," he complained. "Where does, you know, the penis go in?"
"Here," I said, pointing and pulling my folds open.
"It's pink inside," he observed, "and it's all wet."
Well, I was aroused, after all. And my masturbating had educated me on my girl lubrication. "That's so the penis can go in."
"Can I touch it?" He held out his hand.
"No way," I objected. "Well, I suppose." I had to admit, it felt nice his hand touching me, but I objected when he tried to stick a finger in my love hole. "Stop, you pervert. Besides, I want to look at your penis."
I stood up and pushed him down onto the bed. His penis was amazing to my gawking eyes. He had been circumcised, though I didn't know about that. You have the picture, though. I examined the little slit and the end that looked like a hat. "Is that where the pee comes out?" He nodded. "Where does the semen come out?"
"Same place."
I held the shaft so I could give his balls and scrotum a thorough examination. They weren't round like regular balls, but sort of elongated.
"Those are my testicles and my scrotum." And I suddenly realized, 'I'm holding an actual penis.'
"I see where you poop," I added. "You have a lot of hair, too."
"Can I watch you pee?" he asked. "I don't know how girls pee."
We ran naked into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and peed. I was embarrassed, but it seemed silly to feel that way.
"I can't really see where it's coming out," he complained. So I rolled my hips forward but tried to make sure I didn't make a mess.
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When mom and dad were out, we would often find a way to see each other naked like that, especially in the shower. His penis was always rock hard. We got over the shyness about using the toilet with each other in the room. Paul always liked to watch my pee come out and a few times, I did it in the shower stall for him. We even talked about our experiences with the opposite sex. On the other hand, it wasn't all that interesting for me to watch him pee; since I had already started babysitting little boys and girls.
At some point, I started letting boys feel me up and rub my panties. One day, Paul came in while I was showering. I asked him, "Why don't you come in and wash my back?" It was something I'd been dreaming about for months. He undressed and came in. I turned my back and gave him the soap. Of course, I hadn't really thought much beyond getting my back washed.
Paul lathered my back, and then my shoulders, and then he reached around in front and washed my chest. We had never touched like that. It felt sooooo good. I purred, "Mmmm," and giggled when his penis kept knocking against my back. Then I turned and said, "Wash my legs.”
He was embarrassed, but also excited. So he knelt down on one knee and started with my feet. As he worked his way up, I had a decision to make. "You can wash me there, too." I had never let a boy actually touch my pussy, though some tried to push my panties aside or slip their hands inside. Let's just say that Paul did a wonderful job and I was sighing as he washed me there. "Oh gosh, that feels good, Paul.”
"Your turn," I eventually said. I took the soap and lathered his back. He was so muscular, so beautiful. "Turn around." I washed his now strong chest very affectionately, and a little nervously, started to rub soap on his penis and balls. Then, as he had done, I knelt down and washed his legs. Don't get too excited -- I never even thought of giving him oral sex.
When I got to the top of his legs, I felt like his privates needed some more cleaning. His cock felt so strong in my hand. "Keep doing that," he said between deep breaths. By then I was curious what would happen, though I knew from a theoretical perspective. Suddenly, sperm shot out in bursts. Some hit the wall behind me. Some hit my cheek. Some ran down over my chest. He just moaned and moaned.
After it was over, I stood up and he washed me off. Then we hugged tight, our wet bodies pressed together. "Oh, Candy." He held me tight. We kissed like lovers. Maybe, we really were.
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Mom and dad didn't leave Paul and me home alone all that often, and sometimes my female timing just wasn't right. Anyway, after we had showered together that wonderful time, our sex lives progressed with other kids.
At the time, I was going out with Ricky, a boy a bit older than me. And after I had felt Paul's hand washing my pussy and seen him come in the shower, I had different ideas about my limits when alone with a boy. Ricky and I had gone to a movie and sat in the back row to make out.
When he reached up under my blouse and felt my bra, I said, "Why don't you take it off?" And while he was doing that, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He saw my breasts for the first time. It was delightful to have him rubbing me there. He kissed me there, too. That was totally wonderful. I didn't stop him when he slid his hand into my panties under my skirt and felt how wet I was. I was soon cumming as he did something I never expected – he slid his finger into my vagina and started sliding it in and out. Oh god so that was what fucking must feel like.
