She stopped and beckoned me over, never once speaking, as I stood my bathrobe fell to the floor, and I stood infront of her in my crisp white boxers, ...he sank to her knees as my shorts dropped to the floor, licked her lips as my rock hard cock sprung into full view. Now I have to say I’m not the biggest guy in the world but standing there infront of Jane as her tongue brushed the full length of my six and half inches, I didn’t care, I was happy. I took hold of my member and started to. Just then she almost walked out. Just in her panties and sleeveless tees. Her hair tied up. She looked absolute gorgeous and god damn fuckable.I looked at her up and down, admiring every inch of her smooth body. As I bent over and kissed her cheeks, I couldn’t control my hand to go over and squeeze her little fleshy ass cheeks.“Sexy outfit” I quipped“I was just changing…Just came back from office..” she responded nonchalantly.“With the main door open…?” I askedShe looked at me “I don’t mind”It. * * * * * How do I start something like this? How can I put into words my feelings about what has happened to me, how my life has changed so much, how everything I thought about myself has been turned on its head? I won’t start at the beginning, that is too much of a cliché, but I will say I had a conservative childhood with middle class parents bringing me up with the usual moral standards and expectations of behaviour. Nothing exceptional to say just a normal process of childhood, teenage. They usually dated a year or two above their own status, seeing this as proof of their attractability. Serious students: These were the female equivalent of the nerd. These had a similar lack of fashion sense, and narrow range of conversation topics. On one afternoon, when I wasn’t at the bar, I had one brief, if one afternoon could be described as brief in an era where one night stands constituted a long term relationship, close encounter with a member of the opposite gender. It was my senior.