As she squirted lotion on my thighs the feeling was magical and she ran her hands right up the top and under my shorts, I gasped as I felt her hand to...ch my cock, she then ran her hand up the inside of my thighs right up to the ball sack, I looked at the smile on her face as she did that but made no attempt to stop her. She did look good in her tee shirt and I could just make out her stiff nipples, I knew I was getting a boner but she made no comment and just massaged the lotion in like a true. “What?” I asked.“I’m the only one naked,” she replied.I unbuttoned my shirt. “Now we are talking,” she replied, as she stepped over closer to where I sat in the high back chair, using her foot to part my legs.I was staring straight at her belly piercing. She leaned forward and placed her fingers into the waistband of my jeans, and tugged on them.“Boxers or bikini briefs?” she asked.“Your guess,” I replied.“I’m betting boxers,” she said.“I’m betting you’re probably right,” I replied.I could tell. I was done with Boston. I wanted to see if New York City was any better. It wasn't.But Columbia isn't cheap and, even with the G. I. Bill, my trust would never cover four years of nursing school. A friend told me she made good money dancing and I had visions of ballerinas, despite the gravity defying DD balloons she had on her chest. She said the club she worked at wasn't hiring but she knew of a place from a friend of a friend that would make me tons of money for what amounted to part-time. She told me that she wanted to talk to me about what happened that day. I burst out saying “Yes it was amazing” she smiled and told me, yes I know that’s why we shouldn’t do it anymore. I asked her it’s not causing anyone any harm right it’s our secret and that we’ll keep it between us. She told me that it was wrong and I was too young and she was old enough to be my mother. As she sat across the coffee table I looked at her she looked amazing.I got up and sat next to her and put my hand on her.