Jeff wasn't my first -- I was 21 when I met him -- but I'd always been pretty shy, which is to say I didn't get asked as much as some. So Jeff was onl... my third, and I'd been with him longer than the other two put together. Before Jeff, none of my sexual partners had wanted or expected much from me other than to let them and maybe seem to enjoy it. But he was different, more adventurous and more demanding. He wanted me to make love back to him.I was generally willing, or willing to be. As he walked in he closed the door behind him, I heard the key turn in the lock and my head spun round to see him take the key and put it in his trouser pocket, he walked towards me and half sat, half leaned on the front of the desk, his fingers entwined resting on his lap. Fear and excitement filled me and I couldn't quite decide which one I wanted to feel most.I could tell he was looking intently at me, my head stayed bowed as I stood before him focusing on his hands and for a second I. She said that her husband all of a sudden made plans with his friends to go to Las Vegas so she was alone for a week. She asked what time I was getting off work and told at 5pm. She asked if I could and want to go out for dinner with her and as much as I wanted to, I had to decline as I had to go pick up my niece when I told her noI can’t go, she was disappointed and sad, but when I said I will spend the whole next day with her she was very happy. We kept talking with each other thru texting. She reached to cup my right tit; she held its heft against her hand.“Beautiful,” she said stroking my tit. Hesitantly, I reached to place my hand against her tit. It was nice—large and soft but well supported. I imagined pillowing my head against her tits, relaxing as I took comfort.“Your enjoyment is appreciated,” I said. “Yours are a delight as well.”We continued, our explorations taking on a decidedly sexual tone. She had begun to tease me, hands dancing across my thighs, briefly brushing.