Malahide in County Dublin, Ireland, is a suburban location where property values are monstrously high and human morals are questionable. Money is not a problem for the nouveau riche but, as my late father used say, “You’re born with taste and class, son. It can’t be bought, hired, learned or stolen. It’s innate.”

I’m Tony Harris, junior draughtsman with the firm of James Cadden Architecture in Dublin City centre. I’m the general dogsbody of the firm, but I get to spend half of the week out on site, either monitoring progress and standards or preliminary survey work at pre construction stage on new contracts.

My work for this Monday morning, was to get a preliminary survey recorded at a site adjacent to a large house in Malahide. I arrived bang on time and pressed the intercom button to announce my arrival. The electric gates swung open and I drove slowly through them. I parked close to where I would be working, possibly 40 metres from the house. I thought I’d better introduce myself to the lady of the house as a matter of courtesy.

I knocked on the door, I didn’t see a doorbell push. It was opened by a tall, well dressed, dark haired, lady,

“Good morning Mrs. James. My name is Anthony Harris. James Cadden sent me out to stake out your building. I won’t disturb you, I just wanted to let you know who was walking around your field.”

“Thank you, Anthony. Yes, I was expecting you. Thank you for letting me know you’ve arrived. I won’t pretend to know what you’re doing, but if you give me a knock at about 10:00 I’ll make you a cup of tea,” she said.

“Thank you, Mrs. James.”

“You can call me Ruth, Anthony.”

“Everyone calls me Tony.”

I went to my van and got my gear. I was working with a new GPS system that nobody in the office, aside from me, knew how to use. We needed to stake out the building on the site and GPS was better, quicker and more accurate than a measuring tape, a piece of string and a stick. I set up the site plan on a drawing board in the van and took the coordinates off it for programming into the device.

It was a simple enough process and I had it fully staked at 9:45. I took a multitude of reference photos and put the camera back in the van. As I closed the door, I heard a knocking at the window. It was Ruth pointing at her watch and miming the drinking of a cup of tea. I knocked at the hall door.

“Tony, come in, come in. The tea is ready for you. Will you have some breakfast?”

“No thank you, Ruth, a slice of toast if you have one to spare, please.”

“Of course and would you be a darling and use the boot room door please? You can leave your footwear in there until you leave,” she said.

I did as she asked and joined her in the huge kitchen.

“Ah, there you are, your toast is almost done and you can help yourself to tea, sugar and milk,” she said.

I was stirring my tea when Ruth arrived with the toast. She leaned over the kitchen island to pass it over and her robe fell open, exposing a nice pair of breasts. I found that curious because when I had met her initially, she was fully dressed, now all she appeared to be wearing was a flimsy black satin robe.

She quickly dropped the toast before pulling the robe back across her body.

“Oh! I’m so sorry about that, Tony. This robe is difficult to control. You nearly saw the family inheritance there, please excuse me. I am absolutely mortified,” she said, in shock.

I just looked downwards and kept my gaze on the shiny marble floor. She sat beside me and sipped her tea.

“So tell me about Tony,” she said.

“I’m ninteen and I live in Kilmore West.”

“Do you have romantic attachments?”

“Girlfriends?”

“Yes, or boyfriends. I’m a woman of the world,” she laughed.

“No, not at the moment, Ruth.”

“I’d say you’re quite popular with the girls. A good looking young lad like you.”

“Sometimes, I suppose.”

“How many in family?”

“Sorry?” I said, never having heard that expression before.

“How many in your family? Siblings, mean.”

“Oh, sorry. I have a sister. My dad passed away a few years ago and my mother is still alive.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your father,” she said and squeezed my hand. “How old is your sister?”

“Fifteen.”

“Lovely, well I have things to do, Tony. I’ll just clear these things away while you finish your tea,” she said, and took her cup and saucer to the sink under the window overlooking the back garden.

“I’ll head back out now, Ruth. I’m almost finished and should be out of your way soon,” I said, “thanks very much for the tea and toast.”

She waved at me and disappeared with a smile as I finished my tea and I had a look around the large kitchen.

“Lots of money here,” I thought, as I placed the tea things in the sink.

I was rinsing out my cup when I heard a loud bang, a scream and a curse from upstairs. I ran to the hallway and shouted up the stairs.

“Ruth! Are you ok?”

“I’ll be fine, Tony. I fell.”

I ran up the stairs and found her sitting on the floor in what looked like an office or study. I helped her to her feet. She looked a bit shaken.

“Are you ok?” I asked her.

“I’ll be fine. There’s nothing broken, thanks, Tony. I was trying to get that damn box of cards down from that top shelf and I slipped off the chair,” she said.

“I’ll get them for you,” I said, and stood on the chair she had slipped from.

“Be careful on that, Tony, it’s treacherous.”

I reached up and slid the box of cards off the shelf.

“Here you go, Ruth, where do you want me to put them?”

“I need them on my writing desk next door, if you’d be so kind.”

I followed her as she went into the next room and indicated an antique writing desk in the corner of a large bedroom.

“Will you put it over there for now please? I need to just catch my breath for a moment.”

I placed the box carefully on the green leather of the writing desk and ran my finger along the rosewood up stand along the edges and back. It was a beautiful piece of workmanship.

“I see you have an appreciation of fine craftsmanship, Tony, what did your father do for a living? Did he work with his hands too?”

“Yes, he was a joiner,” I said.

“You must have worked with him on occasion,” she said.

“Yes, every weekend and school holidays.”

“That’s very interesting. I love hearing stories like this,” she said, “come sit here beside me and tell me more. Did he let you use his tools?”

“No. I had to bring his saws down to be sharpened every Saturday. That’s the only time I was allowed to touch them.”

“You obviously loved your father,” she said.

“Well, ehm, I suppose,” I stuttered, slightly uncomfortably.

“I”ll never understand the Irish male.”

“Sorry?”

“You all find it so difficult to express your feelings as though it’s a sign of weakness,” she said, as she took my hands in hers, “when, in reality, it’s the complete opposite.”

She kissed me on the cheek. I was stunned. Her eyes bore into mine. She kissed me on the lips. I couldn’t move. I didn’t know how to react. I was caught like a rabbit in the headlights but I was nursing a growing erection, which meant I was stuck in a sitting position on the bed.

“Do you have a good heart, Tony?”

“I, I think so, Ruth.”

“I think you do too.”

“Would you like to help me?”

“If I can.”

“Yes or no, you’d need to commit.”

“To what?”

“Helping those who struggle.”

“Yes, of course, but I don’t know much beyond what I need to know,” I said.

She smiled at me. She had a nice smile.

“I need to ask you some questions. If that’s acceptable to you.”

“Ok.”

“Don’t be shy about anything I ask, Tony. This is between only you and me.”

“Ok.”

“Good. Are you gay or straight?”

“I’m not gay!”

“What’s wrong with being gay?”

“Nothing. But I’m not gay.”

“Ok, relax. Do you know any gay people?”

“Yes.”

“Are you friends?”

“Yes.”

“Male or female?”

“Both.”

“Have you ever kissed them?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I kissed the girls, but not the bloke.”

“How was that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Were they good kissers?”

“I suppose. I’m not sure.”

“Why?”

“It’s just kissing.”

“Hmm. Are you a virgin, Tony?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You mean you don’t know?”

“I suppose.”

“Have you ever been intimate with a girl or boy.”

“Do you mean, ehm, you know?”

“I mean have you ever placed your penis inside a girl’s vagina?”

I felt my face burning up.

“Are you embarrassed by the word penis or vagina, Tony, or girls?” She asked.

“Not girls,”

“Tell me about the time you lost your virginity.”

“It was at the back of Nortside Shopping Centre. Down near the library.”

“Go on.”

“We were drinking cider and wine. There were a few of us.”

“Good.”

“One of the girls asked me to walk her home. She was afraid of the dark road behind the shopping centre.”

“Continue.”

“Well halfway along she asked for a kiss so I did.”

“Was it a nice kiss?”

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t see the point of it.”

She laughed and stroked my hand.

“How old were you at the time?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Sixteen maybe?”

“So it didn’t do anything for you.”

“No.”

“Tell me about the kiss itself. Your technique.”

“How do you mean?”

“How did you kiss her?”

“She asked me to.”

“And?”

“I put my lips to hers and that was it.”

“Were your mouths closed or open?”

“Yes, open.”

“Did your tongues touch?”

“No. We just stood there like goldfish. I didn’t get it.”

“Hmm. It sounds like the girl didn’t know how to kiss either. What’s your technique now?”

“I try not to, to be honest. Everyone wants it a different way.”

“That can be confusing.”

“Back to that first kiss. How did you get from a kissing disaster to losing your virginity in one encounter?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing and creepy, Ruth, I’d rather not say.”

“I’m not a judge and jury, Tony. But if you’re not happy, I won’t force you.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, you can’t help being what you are.”

“I don’t understand what you mean by that, Ruth.”

“I don’t mean anything by it, my dear. You’re a product of a repressive society that has been driven by the Catholic Church for decades. The words penis, vagina, breast, nipples, pubic and other intimate body parts are treated the same as swear words. You aren’t encouraged to show your feelings or emotions. You aren’t encouraged to speak frankly to members of the opposite sex. Need I go on?”

“I think that’s a bit harsh, Ruth.”

“Do you? Well let me ask you one question. How many times did you tell your father that you loved him and him, you? You obviously did love each other, so how many?”

“None.”

“Good. We’re getting somewhere,” she said. “Next question, where did you learn to kiss, perform intercourse, anything to do with relating sexually to a female?”

“I don’t know. In the street, I suppose.”

“From boys who are equally as repressed as you?”

“I suppose.”

“Did anyone ever teach you how to please a girl, sexually?”

“No. They didn’t have sex education when I was in school.”

“No. You just picked it up from the drawings on the toilet walls.”

“Something like that or if someone brought a Playboy back from England.”

“Have you ever seen a naked girl who was not in a picture in Playboy?”

“No.”

“Have you ever touched a girl's vagina?”

“Yes.”

“How did you touch it?”

“With my finger.”

She pulled the bottom of her robe to one side and I could see her black lace panties.

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me how you touched her vagina. Touch mine the same way, I promise you it doesn’t bite.”

“I’ll get fired, Ruth.”

“This is between us, Tony.”

“Ok then, we’ll have to stand up.”

“Why?”

“We were standing up when I did it.”

She laid on her back and pulled her robe apart below the belt,

“If you lie here beside me it replicates us standing.”

So I laid back beside her and put my finger between her legs and pressed on her vagina. It was wet so I quickly pulled it away.

“Would you like me to show you how to make yourself and your partner happy?”

“I don’t know.”

“Would you like me to show you how to please a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to show you how to please yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good. How would you like to start?”

“I don’t know. What do you think, Ruth?”

“We’re not going to get through it all in a morning. Let’s see, it’s almost 11:00 now.”

“I should be heading back to the office, Ruth.”

“You let me handle the office, Tony. We have until lunch time. You need to be calm for this.”

“Ok.”

“I think we should get your kissing technique working.”

“Come lie here beside me and put your arms around me.”

I did and she adjusted my position to make it better for her.

“Now, do you find me attractive, Tony?”

“Very.”

“A gentleman never asks, but I’m forty-two years old. Now kiss me the same way you’d kiss a girl.”

So I did, I put my lips on hers and opened my mouth. Ten seconds later she said, “Good. That’s no use. You lie down and I’ll show you how to kiss a woman.”

I laid back and she touched my face with her hand. She kissed me lightly on the lips then on my bottom lip, then my top lip, then she opened her mouth slightly and joined them to hers. Her lips almost danced with mine, around and around, slowly, softly. Jesus I hadn’t a clue. It was mesmerising, then she slid her tongue in to meet mine, our mouths continued to waltz. My eyes were closed and I was seeing stars.

She lifted her head.

“Better?”

“Much. You’re a great kisser, Ruth.”

“Thank you, Tony. Now you kiss me.”

I paused because I didn’t want to let her down but I’d never wanted to kiss someone as much as I did right then. I began the same way and was really enjoying it until I discovered that Ruth had been pulled along into the moment. I felt I should do something a little at variance to how she kissed me so I placed my thumb on her chin, lifted my head, eased her bottom lip down and sucked it into my mouth. I released it and kissed her sweetly.

“You’re a fast learner, I must say. That was absolutely wonderful, Tony, wonderful. You took me away in my mind,” she said. “Do it again please and this time touch my breast. I have very sensitive nipples, so gently there.”

I did what she asked, except this time I touched her breast as we began the kiss. She was writhing on the bed and held my hand to her breast while encouraging me to ease off or not by applying pressure.

“Take my nipple in your mouth. Tony.”

I opened her robe and she slipped it off. She had long brown nipples and I took one of them into my mouth.”

“Suckle it, Tony.”

I did.

“Yes. A bit stronger suction.”

“Aah. Perfect. Let your fingers touch the tip of the other one.”

I did.

“Yes. Rub the edges of your teeth across it.”

I did.

“Squeeze my breast a little harder.

I did.

“Tweak my other nipple with your fingers at the same time.”

I tweaked it between my thumb and forefinger. I gave it a twist too.

“Oh my God.”

She pushed me away, she was out of breath.

“Are you ok, Ruth?”

“More than ok, Tony. You almost made me orgasm. I’m sorry I had to stop you but you are a natural at this. That was amazing. Do you want to finish for today? Come back on Wednesday at 9:00?”

“I might not be sent out here, Ruth.”

“You leave that with me.”

I tried to stand but I had a raging erection which made it difficult to get off the bed. Ruth saw it and giggled through her hand as it covered her mouth.

“Oh you poor thing. Let me fix that for you.”

She stood and opened my trousers. She pulled them down and my erection was waving around in front of her. I didn’t know where to look.

“Look at me, Tony.”

I did.

“Girls and women will love looking at your erect penis.”

She took the shaft in her hand.

“My God, it’s beautiful. It’s thick but not frighteningly so, it’s slightly longer than usual and it’s perfectly structured. I’m going to take it in my mouth, do you mind?”

“No.” But my stomach was jumping.

She slid it inside her mouth and began to let her tongue play around the head but I couldn’t help myself and I shot my load inside ten seconds. She caught it all and swallowed it.

“For future reference, Tony. A gentleman always tells his partner if he’s going to climax. The lady chooses whether to swallow it or not, luckily I enjoy the taste and the feeling.”

“Sorry, Ruth. I couldn’t stop it.”

She smiled and said, “See you on Wednesday.”

The drive into town was surreal. I had just gotten a blow job. Kind of. I parked the van in the yard behind our offices and brought the electronic tools into the storeroom for safe keeping. Peter Smith was in the canteen. Peter was about five years older than me. He was very sociable and got all the good looking girls to come flocking to him. He looked up from the daily paper and acknowledged me with a smirk.

“Hey, Tony.”

“Smithser.” I said, using the name we all called him.

He was looking at me closely as I put the kettle on to boil.

“Were you out?”

“Yes, Malahide.”

“The James’ house?”

“Yes. Staking out a new site.”

“Using the GPS again?”

“Yep. I’ll tell you, Smithser, it’s something else.”

“So I’ve heard. I can’t work it and I don’t want to.”

“Was Ruth there?” He asked with a smirk.

“Ruth who?”

“The wife.”

“Mrs. James? Yes she let me in on her way out. She seems nice enough.”

“Yes. I wouldn’t mind boiling her parsnips, I can tell you.”

“I think she prefers them skewered like a kebab.”

“You dirty little bastard!”

“You started it!”

“Don’t let Cadden hear you talking about Saint Ruth like that. She’s his little pet.”

“Is there something going on there?”

“Can’t see it. He couldn’t handle a woman like that, she’s a ball of sex. She’d suck him in and blow him out in bubbles. She frightens me to death, Tony. But what a way to go.”

I made my tea and grabbed a couple of sandwiches before sitting down opposite him.

“Have you met her?” I asked.

“Yes, I worked on their house.”

“What was she like to work for?”

“Oh she was great. She ran the balls off the builder. Got anything she wanted. All she had to do was smile and flash her tits. He probably could’ve bought a million shares in the Playboy club for what that job cost him. Prick!”

He dropped the paper and I picked it up.

“Time for a smoke,” he said. “Be careful out there, Tony, don’t do any work that’s not described in the contract unless you run it past Cadden.”

“I’ll keep it in mind, I only go where I’m sent.”

“Thank your lucky stars, kid.”

I finished my lunch and went upstairs to our IT guy to upload the coordinates to our server.

“What’s the story, Rory?” Alison, our IT genius, called out.

“Hey Ali, I have the site data for the new Malahide job for you. Cadden wants them online today. Don’t shot the messenger.”

“Give me the disks, I’ll do it now.”

I handed them to her and she plugged them into something and typed something into something else. She then sat back and twirled her seat to face me. Ali wore round black John Lennon glasses, had her long red hair tied back sharply in a long ponytail and her skin had a pristine, clear complexion. She never wore anything except Levi’s, black Doc Martens and always a loose linen shirt of varying colours and shades. She was super intelligent, sociable, great fun and I had a crush on her that she was aware of, knowing that I was too shy to do anything about it. I liked being in her company. We waited for the thing to do its thing and I wracked my brain to come up with a conversation starter, but it was frozen solid.

The machine beeped.

“There you go, Tony, all done.” She retrieved the disks and handed them to me for filing.

“Do you need the survey photos uploaded to the Share file, Ali? I asked.

“Yes, we better had. If you drop the disk off, I’ll do it for you.”

“I’ll get it and bring it up, give me a second.”

It only took a minute to grab the camera, remove the disk and bring it back. I handed it to her.

“Do you need this back, Tony?”

“Yes, if you can leave it on my desk, I’ll file it in the morning.”

“I’ll do it now, it’s not busy.”

Copying and pasting files to a Share file was a pain, so I let Ali get on with it. She did her thing, sat back in her seat and looked at me.

“Tony.”

“Yes?”

“Would you do me a huge favour?”

“If I can.”

“Do you like Blackbird and Crow?”

“Roasted or fried?”

“The band, you dork.”

“I never heard of them.”

“It’s not a quiz.”

“Is this how you ask for a favour?”

“Good one. They’re one of my favourite bands and they’re playing Whelans on Saturday night. I don’t want to go on my own, would you come with me please?”

I looked at her. Was she asking me out? I could see by her demeanour that she thought of me platonically. Something that Ruth had said nudged my brain, so I decided to try it.

“I’d love to, Ali, if I got a kiss in advance.”

“Fuck off. Really? A fucking kiss? Are you for real, Tony?”

“Really real.”

“When?”

“Now. You have until that program finishes uploading.”

“Ok. I’ll do it. But if I hear anyone mentioning it in here, I’ll cut your balls off.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Well unseal them, you little turd. I’m coming in.”

She came and stood in front of me after first closing the door to her office.

“Ok, let’s do it.”

I took her in my arms and she reared back, thought about it and leaned into me, smiling. Our lips met and I used the technique that Ruth had shown me, ignoring Ali’s effort, and imposed mine on her. The kiss ended. She stood back on her heels.

“Wow,” she said, “I need another one of those, Tony.”

We kissed again, this time I used my own technique using my thumb on her chin.

“Fucking hell, Tony. Give a girl a chance.”

“Sorry.”

“No, don’t be. Fuck you, now I have to wait most of a week for another one.”

“Not if we go out on Wednesday night you don’t.”

“Smooth. I’ll have my people contact your people but you’re on. Hit me up with the deets when you have them.”

“Will do, thanks Ali.”

“Before you go,” she said, “can you do that again? Purely for research purposes.”

“Which one?”

“Hard to choose, better do both and I’ll vote on it.”

I was in actual heaven and prayed I’d see Ruth on Wednesday for more tips. On Tuesday afternoon I was on a site in Temple Bar meeting a contractor who was about to start work on a multi unit apartment and restaurant complex. My phone rang and I checked to find it was Mr. Cadden, I answered it quickly,

“Tony, James Cadden here.”

“Hi Mr. Cadden, how are you?”

“Good. Your presence is required out in Malahide tomorrow morning. Mrs. James has a lunch and has asked if you could go out there at 8.30 and bring the ColorTrend swatches. She wants to go through them with you.”

“Which range?”

“She didn’t say. You’d better bring them all.”

“Ok, I’ll drop into the office and get them.”

“This is why I’m calling, I think our swatches may be a little out of date, will you nip up to Corn Market and get a complete set of the current ones? That way she can’t say we didn’t show them to her. If you can get two sets we’ll keep one for the office and archive the other ones.”

“Good idea, Mr. Cadden, it’s just up the hill from here.

“Thank you, Tony, take your time out there, I know it’s tedious but she spends a lot of money, God bless her little Machiavellian heart.”

“Will do.”

Next morning I arrived at the James’ house at exactly 8:30. I grabbed the colour swatches and got out of the car. Ruth was in the window pointing the way to her boot room. The door was open and I went inside. She was in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Tony.”

“Good morning, Ruth. I have your colours here.”

“Oh, thank you. Would you like some tea?”

“No thanks, maybe later.”

“Well if you’ll take a few of those folders, we’ll put them in my office upstairs.”

She led the way and I followed. We put them on a desk and she turned to me.

“Are you looking forward to the next page, so to speak”

“Yes.”

“Shall we adjourn next door?”

She was wearing a pale pink robe that was almost see through but not quite. We sat on the bed.

“How did you like our little chat on Monday, Tony?”

“Very much, Ruth?”

“Was it of value to you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I kissed a girl on Monday and she was impressed. A first for me.”

“Good. Practice makes perfect. So this morning I was thinking we might start by letting you see me naked. Get you used to being naked in the company of a naked woman.”

“Ok.”

“Now there’s more to this than you’d think, Tony. You don’t just rush in and tear her clothes off. You need to undress her, tease her, recognise the fabrics she uses, the cut and style of her lingerie.”

“Ok.”

“So I want you to undress completely and then you can undress me. I’ll talk you through it.

“Thanks, Ruth.”

I stood naked and erect before her and began to try and take her robe off.

“No, Tony. A woman wants to be seduced. She requires romance. You need to move slowly. Begin with a kiss, then a touch on her skin. You need to sense when the moment is right and survey the garment to ascertain if it opens or if you need lift it over her head or over her hips. Now, take it slowly and try again.”

It was better this time. I kissed Ruth just like she showed me, holding her to me and stroking the bare flesh of her throat at the top of her robe. The robe felt nice against my hand and I heard Ruth make a kind of purring noise as my hand brushed accidentally against her breast. She smiled when we broke the kiss and I reached to open the robe.

“That’s a sharp movement, Tony. Keep your movements soft, gentle, loving. We both know you’re going to open my robe, but let your fingers follow your lips to hide the intention a little.”

I pulled her to me again and kissed just under her ear. She shivered. I placed my hand on the side of her face and kissed along her neckline to her chin before meeting her opened lips and kissing her there again, halfway through the kiss I was able to release her robe and slide it from her shoulders. When I sat back her eyes were closed and she was dressed only in a pink lace bra and pants. She looked at me.

“That was very good. I enjoyed that, Tony. Now I want us to stand so I can show you what I’m wearing. This is a lace and silk bra with a built in uplift. It’s a bit minimalist but that’s the fashion these days as they’re made to make your breasts look bigger. You’ll see on this one that it opens at the front. Open it.”

I tried to open it but couldn’t manage it. Ruth showed me how to do it and it snapped open with a soft click. She held it closed and said,

“Next are my panties. In this case I’m wearing a matching thong and bra set. The set comes with panties, which are bigger than these, a thong and a g string. This is a g string, which I prefer, as do most men. Do you like it?”

“I do, Ruth. You look incredible.”

“Thank you. So how do you approach this?”

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” I said, my throat dry.

“The first thing you need do is feel the fabric and appreciate the textures as they contrast with her skin. Feel the lace of my G-string, Tony.”

I touched it with my fingers.

“Take the waistband between your fingers, feel it from both sides and tell me what you feel.”

I slipped two fingers under the waistband and held the outside with my thumb while my forefinger went inside. She was right. It felt extraordinary.

“Excellent, you got that?”

“Yes.”

“Try using your thumb outside and let the back of your fingers caress the skin.”

“Ok.”

“What are the sensations and tell me what you feel.”

“It’s beautifully soft lace with some kind of slight hardness or resistance between my fingers. I can also feel your skin, Ruth. It’s warm and soft and beautiful.”

“Ten out of ten. Now I want you to remove my bra but the way to remove it is to place your hands under my breasts like so.”

She took my hands and placed them directly under each breast.

“Then you simply slide your hands along my skin, over my breasts and under the bra. Your hands travel only far enough to remove the bra. You then bring your hand back to my breast and either suckle, kiss, lick or manipulate my nipples with your fingers. You’ll need to be aware of my reactions at all times.”

I did exactly as she said and bent my head to her left nipple. I gave it a quick flick of my tongue before sucking it between my lips and guiding it to the edges of my teeth. At which point I heard her gasp. She pulled me up, smiled and kissed me.

“Ok. The big moment. Removing my G-string. Remember what I said about feel and texture. It’s really easy but most men like to enjoy the removal of clothing. It’s erotic. In your case, you’re about to see my vagina for the first time. When you take the G-string off it doesn’t end there. You have a fleeting few minutes to make the woman reach a level of comfort and trust. This is most important. Usually removing her thong is the precursor to oral sex. In this case all I need you to do is kiss a point just above my vagina. Remember the way you removed my bra? The thong is the very same. Do it slowly and sensually. Lots of touching, kissing, and gentle movement. Also make a note of how she smells, her skin, perfume, aura. Lay me on the bed and remove my G-string, Tony.”

I took her in my arms and kissed her again. She held me around the neck and our bodies were tight together. The skin on her back was amazingly soft and smooth and I got lost for a moment as I heard a noise from her. I eased her down on to the bed and let my hands free to roam. I looked and saw she was watching through slanted eyes, her hand moving carelessly through my hair. I kissed the tops of her legs and she moved them slightly apart so I let my tongue find its way through. The insides of her thighs were damp and a bit sticky at the top but she tasted nice and smelled even better. I was wholly aroused as I let my hand slip under the waist band and slowly slip her G-string from her body. I was face to face with a woman’s vagina for the first time in my life. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I slid my hand over her skin to her breast and squeezed them as my lips met a spot millimetres above her vagina. I laid my head where I had kissed and inhaled her.

A full minute passed, there were no words from Ruth. I lifted my head and saw her looking at me.

“Are you okay, Ruth? Did I do something wrong?”

“No. It was perfect. You even passed the test at the end.”

“What test?”

“Worrying if I was in good shape. You’re a good boy, Tony. Would you like to continue?”

“Yes please.”

“Good. We’ll continue on to options for you once the women is finally naked. You licked between my legs there. Did you like it?”

“I loved it.”

“Well maybe we’ll do a quick overview of oral sex. It’s called cunnilingus when performed on a woman and fellatio on a man. Oral is beautiful, Tony. I won’t go too deep into it but maybe you can try a simple exercise if you’re up for it.”

“Yes please.”

She sat up on the bed, she took my hand and opened her legs. She placed my middle two fingers on her vagina and held them there.

“That’s how you touch a vagina unless the woman wants something different. Now I’m aroused as you can see from my nipples and also how moist my vagina is. Can you feel that?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Good. Now I want you to gently massage inside my vulva keeping your fingers flat and loose. Remember, gently and softly.”

She lay back on the bed and opened her legs wider. I reached to kiss her and licked her dampness from my fingers as she smiled.

“Nice touch,” she whispered.

I suckled on her right nipple and moved my fingers to her vagina. I began to massage inside where she showed me and she allowed me do that for a long long time. Her legs opened wider and she pushed my head lower.

“Use your tongue now instead of your fingers.”

I had to push her legs wide to get my tongue to her vagina but I could tell she was enjoying it as her hips rocked methodically. She began stroking a point at the very top of her vagina and I watched as she became more and more animated. So I lifted her hand away and, as she began to talk, I replaced it with the tip of my tongue. She pulled me into her and I kept going but my tongue began to fail me as it became painful. Just as I was about to stop she sat up on the bed and screamed.

“Ruth what did I do? Are you ok?” I jumped up beside her and held her as she shook and rambled incoherently, finally settling down with a smile. She kissed me and smiled saying,

“I’m really good, my darling boy.”

She recovered quickly.

“What happened there, Ruth?”

“That was your first time to take a woman to orgasm using your tongue. I want to reward you now,” she said, as she lay back on the bed.

She took my softening erection into her mouth and it quickly came alive,

“Would you like to penetrate me, Tony?”

“Yes.”

She positioned me between her legs, took me in her hand and guided me inside her. It felt wonderful.

“Remember yesterday. I need to know when you’re about to climax and I need you to do exactly what I say at that time. Understood?”

“Yes.”

As it happened I didn’t last very long. She told me to pull out just as I climaxed and my sperm covered her and the bedding.

“I didn’t think we’d get this far today, Tony. Next time I’ll have condoms.”

“I’ll get some too, Ruth.”

“To be sure, to be sure?”

“Something like that,” I said.

She laughed

“Can you do Friday evening this week? I doubt James could spare you for another morning”

“Yes.”

“I want you to meet someone. Do you have personal transport?”

“No. I have the van during workdays.”

“Ok. I’ll call you with details.”

“Great”

“One thing before we get cleaning. That part of my vagina you used your tongue on when I climaxed is called the clitoris. It’s one the most sensitive erogenous zones on a woman’s body, that and her G Spot.”

I helped her clean up and we had a naked tea break. She let me use her shower and we kissed as I left and watched her as she walked away from me, naked. What a woman. I looked at my watch. I’d make it back to the office in plenty of time for lunch.

I arrived back shortly after 12:30. I brought the new swatch folders to the office library and was filing them when James came looking for me.

“Ah you’re here, Tony. How did it go?”

“Ok I suppose, Mr. Cadden.”

“Did she settle on anything?”

“Not yet. We only got halfway through them. There’s loads of folders.”

“This is the problem with paint. There’s way too many choices, I mean there must be over a thousand shades of white alone. It doesn’t matter, she’ll pay for your time so all is not lost. I’ll give her a call and see where she’s at.”

“Ok. I’ll get these filed and go for lunch.”

I went to the canteen. It was empty. I switched the kettle on to boil and started to eat a sandwich while I waited. I was stirring the brew when Alison came in.

“Hey kisser.”

“Hey yourself, kissee,” I said, “want tea?”

“Ehm yeah. Go on.”

“What’s bugging you, Ali?”

“I’m just bored today for some reason.”

“Are we going out tonight?”

“Yes, we’d better.”

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A good one?”

“I hope so.”

“I’m braced. Hit me.”

“I’ve tickets to see Crow, Black, Chicken at the Grand Social tonight, if you fancy it.”

“Fuckin’ yeah.”

“Great. I’ll meet you in the bar there at 7:30.”

“Excellent, Tony. It’ll be a good one. Are you heading back out later?”

“I don’t know yet. You want a sandwich?”

“What are they?”

“Marmalade.”

“Grand.”

She took a bite.

“These aren’t marmalade. I could’ve been allergic to ham.”

“Pork.”

“What?”

“It’s called an allergy to pork.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not allergic to pork.”

I started laughing.

“I like this new Tony. At least, I would if he wasn’t such an arse.”

“The new Tony?”

“Yes, I’m heading back. Drop in and see me later.”

“Will do.”

I went to my desk to see what I needed to do. It was a bit sparse. James called.

“Hi Mr. Cadden.”

“Tony, can you come to my office please?”

“Shit. He found out about Ruth,” I thought.

“I sat down opposite him at his desk.”

“Tony, sorry to drag you up here. I want to ask you if you’d be interested in a techie job here?”

“Is that a demotion?”

“Technically, yes. You’re pretty much doing the job at the moment and we have no work for a junior draughtsman.”

“Is it less money?”

“It’s a bit more actually, and it will open more avenues to you as you go on through life.”

“Whatever you think, Mr. Cadden. You’re the boss.”

“Good man. By the way, I spoke to Ruth, will you go there on Friday at 8:30 again. Try and get it over with.”

“I will.”

“Oh, Tony. Now that you’re the official office techie, you’ll need to use that van full time. Keep it clean and no Formula One stuff in it.”

“Thanks Mr. Cadden, I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t.”

I went back to my desk to gear up for my new position. I spent over an hour but it was cleared of everything non techie related. The day was dragging so I went to see Ali.

“Hey kisser,” she said.

“Hey kissee, guess what?”

“What?”

“I got a sideways move to techie.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it comes with a van.”

“Cool.”

“It’s better than walking I suppose.”

“So can we see if you still have the kissing superpower?”

“Love to.”

She came over to me and leaned up against me.

“Scared?”

“Shaking in my boots.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

She was no slouch, herself.

“You haven’t lost it. What else can you do?””

“What do you mean?”

“You know. With girls.”

“Most things I suppose.”

“Give me an example.”

“No. Tell me what you like and I’ll say yes or no.”

“I like this game. Ok, cunnilingus.”

“Yes.”

“Shit. Really?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Have you split the infinity?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, bury the bishop?”

“For fuck’s sake, why are you speaking in code?”

“Ok have you done it with a girl.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. Well done. Was it good?”

“For who?”

“Her, of course.”

“Yes it was.”

“How do you know?”

“She told me after she orgasmed.”

“From the sex or the oral?”

“Both.”

“Ok. Change of plans tonight. You’re driving me home and you’re gonna give me an orgasm.”

“Just the one?”

“Of course not.”

I cracked up laughing.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’ll have to pick up some condoms on the way.”

“We don’t need them, I can’t get pregnant.”

“Ok. I’m going back up before I’m missed.”

“You’d better kiss me then.”

I pulled her in. She stopped and looked up at me.

“Fellatio too?”

“Yes.”

She kissed me and it was long and deep.

“Fuck. I’ll make my own way home. I need to do some stuff. Come at 6:00 I’ll text you the address.”

“Ok, I’ll see you then.”

I found her house at 5:50 and parked outside. I was surprised. It was a pretty nice mews house in Ballsbridge. I knocked on the door and she buzzed me in.

“Go in and sit down. I’ll be a minute,” she shouted down.

She had a lot of expensive stuff and the house was spotless and well maintained. She breezed into the room wearing a summer dress. Her long red hair had been set free and hung deliciously to a little below her shoulders. It had a light wave to it and it softened her demeanour greatly. No make up and no glasses, but she looked really beautiful.

“There’s some food here if you haven’t eaten,” she said.

“Sorry, Miss. Is Alison here.”

“What?”

“You look completely different.”

“I only dress differently in work, Tony.”

“I’m just messing with you. You look beautiful, Ali.”

I kissed her and the world stopped turning.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

“Where’s your glasses?”

“I don’t need glasses. I just wear them to look nerdy and to keep letches away.”

“Well, hello. It didn’t work.”

“I meant letches who can’t kiss.”

She clung to me as we kissed. It was fierce and I didn’t particularly like it.

“Slower,” I whispered. “We have all night.”

She smiled. As we kissed, I searched for a zipper. There was none. I don’t feel a bra either. My hands reached her backside. She had something small on. I slipped the shoulder straps of her dress down off her shoulders and found her beautiful little breasts, the nipples long and aroused.

I ran my hands from her shoulders down across her breasts and continued down until her dress was pooled around her feet. She was breathing heavily as I held her nipples in my fingers and she pulled my hair tightly as my mouth found her right nipple and gently eased her backwards on to the bed. She wore only a bright pink G-string much like Ruth’s. I followed my earlier lesson precisely except the fingers I had inside her thong placed more pressure on her skin. Her hips were alive as they rose and fell beneath me.

I slid her thong off her hips and down over her feet to the floor and knelt between her legs as she held her breath while I slowly opened her legs to accommodate my tongue. She almost took off when it made contact with her vulva and it took me all my time to hold her down. She climaxed quickly and pulled me to her as she clung on to me while the shaking of her body subsided.

She smiled up at me. “Superman.”

Her hips sought mine and she guided me home. I thrusted slowly and deliberately, varying the depth of my thrusts as I listened to her breath become raspier, the high pitch whine from her throat become louder. I felt the pressure building from my scrotum to the head of my penis as I thrusted deeper until she reached the point of no return and she screamed just as I placed everything I had inside her before releasing a huge gush of my semen deep inside her.

“Fuck, Tony. Where did you learn that?”

I was still erect and deep inside her as I turned on my back.

“I need a break. I will absolutely die, Tony,” she said and dismounted me.

She took my shaft in her hand and slid her mouth over the head. I laid back and enjoyed the movement of her lips around the head of my penis.

“I’m gonna come, Alison,” I said.

She made a grunting noise and finished me in her mouth, leaving me completely drained. She fell asleep and I was wide awake with an erection. She was still unconscious twenty minutes later but my erection was no more. I left her in the bed with a soft kiss to her forehead, got dressed and left for home. Next morning I was on my way to a site when my phone rang. It was Alison.

“Where are you?”

“On my way to a job in Stillorgan. Why? Where are you?”

“Shit. I just woke up!” She said, “I thought you’d hang around for some morning glory.”

“I’m really not an Oasis fan. I like a few songs but those Gallagher guys bug me.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes. You were sound asleep when I left. I was gonna steal your thong but I’m honest, so I didn’t.”

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’ll wash it first.”

“No, don’t do that. Your scent is on them.”

“Weirdo. I’ll bring them in to work.”

“I won’t be in the office until tomorrow, leave it until then.”

“K. I’ll wear them in bed tonight. For you.”

“You’re a kind and thoughtful lady.”

“Don’t spread that around, kisser.”

“You mean, lover.”

“I mean stud. Seriously, we need to talk about this. Why am I only knowing this now?”

“Knowing what?”

“That the hottest guy in town was right under my nose.”

“I’ll be your secret weapon, Ali, I really enjoyed last night. Thanks.”

“Go on, Tony, get to work, and thanks for saying that.”

The next morning found me outside Ruth’s house at 8:15. I buzzed the intercom. The gates didn’t open. I heard her voice on the intercom.

“You’re early.”

“Yes, sorry about that, the traffic was light.”

“Come in.”

The gates opened. I drove in and parked in the usual place and then headed to the boot room door and into the kitchen. Ruth was fussing around the place.

“I’m not quite ready for you yet, Tony. Make a cup of tea and I’ll be with you presently.”

I didn’t want tea so I had a glass of water instead. A few minutes later, she called me upstairs. She was in the bed and waved me in.

“Are you not well, Ruth?”

“I’m perfectly well,” she said. “Undress and join me.”

I did.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me good morning?”

“I am.”

I scooted closer to her and kissed her sweetly.

“Good morning, Ruth.”

I kissed her again.

“Good morning, Tony.”

She kissed me, pulled me down to her lips and sucked the air from my lungs.

“That was perfect, Tony. Hold me to your body, and let me hold you with my arms around your neck.”

I held her tightly. It was fantastic.

“That’s just a little too tight, allow a little less pressure, think soft and gentle at all times. At this point you are in full contact together.”

I did as she instructed, she knew her stuff, it was mind blowing.

“Now I want you to kiss me deeply and properly. While we are kissing, I want you to let your hands roam around my back and my backside. You’re doing two things here, arousing me while identifying what I’m wearing.”

Our lips met and they almost held each other much like a couple on a dance floor. Dancing slowly, moving together. Our tongues met and tangoed. She tasted inside my lips and the top of my tongue and we were both consumed. My hands simultaneously floated on her skin as I became aroused to the point of a tingling in the head of my penis as I found the soft mounds of her backside while the tips of my fingers sought the soft flesh inside her buttocks. She broke the kiss with a huge sigh.

“My man,” she smiled. “That was hugely enjoyable. I was close to orgasm,” she whispered.

“I am too.”

“Let me reset for a minute or two and I’ll fix it. But first, I want you to tell me what you think I’m wearing.”

“A bra and a thong?”

“What kind of bra? What’s it made of? How does it open? What kind of thong? What’s it made of? Will it be easy or difficult to remove?”

“I need to try that again.”

“No kiss this time.”

I spent about five minutes concentrating on what she needed.

“Ok. It’s a lace bikini type bra with the clasp on the back.”

“Correct.”

“It’s a satin and lace thong, with a very thing string like waistband with some lace material at the top of the crack of your backside.”

“What colour are they?”

“What?”

She broke down in laughter.

“I’m teasing you. That was quite impressive, Tony. Only one thing, don’t say the crack of your backside. It’s called the natal cleft or just the cleft. Backside is acceptable, but I prefer derrière or something else less crude.”

“I understand, soft words.”

“Exactly. So now we’re going to kiss again, only this time you’re going to unclasp my bra and take it off. If you take both sides of the clasp and slide them together it should unhook. Do you want a practice beforehand?”

“Yes. But I need to wait a bit because the tip of my penis is tingling.”

She reached behind the pillow.

“Let me do something about that for you. Lie back, my dear.”

I laid my head on the pillow and watched as Ruth tore the cover off a condom packet and took the condom out. She smiled as she reached for my erect penis, placed the condom over the tip and held the base steady as she rolled it down the length of the shaft. She kissed me and then took me in her mouth. Concentrating only on the head, her lips slowly took me into her mouth and then slowly out again. It was so sexy and she only made about five motions before I had to tell her I was about to climax. She ignored me and maintained a slow tempo until my penis exploded into her mouth. She held me in her mouth for a minute or two, then released me before making me sit up, remove the condom and place it in a waste bin beside the bed.

“I need you to wash your penis, Tony. While I clean my teeth in my bathroom.”

I went to the bathroom to wash and when I came back, Ruth was there before me.

“Better now?”

“God, yes. Thank you Ruth, that was beautiful. You’re amazing.”

“I hope you don’t mind me not taking your semen in my mouth or vagina, Tony, it’s not that I don’t want to, and at some point I will, but you need to be aware of the woman’s desires. That’s paramount. Your desires are secondary.”

“I know that, Ruth. There’s also respect and dignity for others.”

“Yes, no matter your partner's age. Now, I want you to kiss me again. This time you will open my bra and slide it off as yesterday. This is a different type of bra, it is preferable that you unhook it, feel the area of her upper shoulders and back and she will do the rest. Today I need you to remove it completely and slide it downwards, over my arms and off.”

I drew the covers back to see a tiny white lace bra. Her nipples were on view above the cups and they were quite engorged. We kissed as before, this time my hands went to her breasts as I massaged them through the fabric before taking one of her nipples between my fingers and tweaking it gently. Ruth groaned when I did this so I kissed her softly and moved my lips to under her chin and throat as she laid back and breathed deeply. I then kissed her left breast, taking her nipple between my lips. I suckled on it and allowed my tongue to tease around the areole along the sides and across the top. My hands were under the strap of her bra and I let them feel and touch every inch of her upper back and shoulders, eventually reaching for the clasp and flicking it open with one hand before pulling the straps forward and downward, away from her beautiful breasts. My lips then kissed under her breast, sucking the flesh into my mouth and licking the soft skin encasing it. I slid the bra along Ruth’s arms and she caught it, released it and threw it aside. She allowed a few more minutes of touch and taste before stopping me.

“God. That’s perfect, Tony. Not a thing wrong, you took everything I said and extrapolated it into that. Need a rest?”

“No, do you?”

“I probably should but time is tight, so we can move on if you wish.”

“Yes, please.”

“You just want to see me naked, don’t you?”

“I do. But I’m naked too.”

"Yes, you are. Ok this is a different thong but the principle is the same. You need to test the fabric, taste and smell it, but not in an obvious way. Slide it off the same way and this time place your tongue across the lips of my labia as yesterday. My thong is very damp so taste and smell the dampness, it’s the taste and smell of me, I hope you like it.”

She threw the covers from the bed and laid back. She had an amazing body and her white lace thong shone from her skin. I kissed my way to the waistband and placed the palm of my hand flat across the triangle of material covering Ruth’s vagina. Her hips undulated rhythmically beneath it as I slid my hand in behind the fabric and lightly across Ruth’s smooth mons.

I removed my hand and shifted position until I was kneeling beside her. I slipped the waistband down a little and kissed where I exposed, inching it down slowly and kissing my way behind it. I then slipped it down over her hips off her feet and onto the floor. My head was facing her feet as I parted her legs and touched her vagina with my tongue. This triggered a reaction as Ruth sat up half way and moaned. Her movement dislodged me and I slipped to the side. I clung on to her and pulled her hips along with me, all the time holding my tongue in place. I then turned on to my back, bringing her with me. Her legs straddled my face as I pulled her to me and lapped at her sodden labia. She rocked her hips in time with my tongue as I allowed it explore every corner, lip and fold eventually touching her clitoris gently, testing for a sign, almost hearing the pressure build inside her as her moans became higher and higher pitched.

A thought occurred to me and I went with it. I pushed her hips a little higher, spread her legs wider and inserted my tongue inside her. I made three incursions before Ruth screamed and bucked her hips on my tongue. My face was covered in fluid but she continued until she was replete. I waited for her to get off or scold me, but she simply brought her hand down to her clitoris opened it with her fingers and said, “lick me here, Tony. Make me climax again, please?”

I moved her fingers aside and replaced them with my own and focused on licking kissing and sucking on her little bud, I sensed her growing excitement and soon after, she covered me in her fluid as another huge orgasm shook her to her core. She was shaking as I turned her on her back. Her eyes were hooded as she whispered,

“I want you inside me, Tony.”

I reached for a condom.

“I want you inside me NOW, Tony.”

“Show me the way, Ruth,” I whispered.

She reached for me and guided me inside. Because I had shot my load a few minutes earlier, I lasted a lot longer. By the time I reached a point close to my climax, I said, “Ruth, I’m almost there.”

“Don’t stop, Tony, I’m right with you. Fill me up, please.”

This put both of us over the edge, and we met each other coming back. It was beautiful, electric, sexual, loving and intimate. We stayed connected for a few minutes until I softened and slipped out of her. She turned to face me. She was crying.

“I think you’re ready, my love. That was beautiful. You are a gentle, gentle man and I’m so proud of you.”

“Why are you crying, Ruth?”

“I have loved these few days with you, but there’s no more I can teach you. You are spectacular, but our time is over. I’ll hand you over to another and when you’re finished, you’ll come back to me and take me on a date. There will be no coaching.”

The intercom buzzed then, and Ruth answered it before releasing the gate.

“Do your little girlfriend a favour and take her out tonight. Show her the time of her life. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes. I will, thank you, Ruth.”

“It was purely my pleasure. I thought I was getting too old for this but I’ve never had six orgasms with one person on the same morning. I love you, Tony, please love everyone that you make love to.”

“I love you, Ruth. I do.”

We rose from the bed, dressed and went downstairs. A tall, tanned lady with piercing green eyes and beautiful silver hair was waiting.

"Well, that looks like it was enjoyable,” she said to Ruth.

Ruth hugged her and kissed her on the lips.

“This is Tony Harris,” she introduced me. “Tony, this is Lillian.”

I held out my hand, but she brushed it aside, hugged me and kissed me gently on the lips.