I felt her breathing quicken as her fingers traced the wetness that had soaked through my shorts. My own breathing became heavier and she teased me w...th her fingertips. I looked to my sides nervously to see if anyone was watching. If they were they didnt seem to care. She kept her body pressed hard against mine as she began to rub me gently through my shorts. My hips instinctively pressed inter her touch and I felt a groan escape my lips. My eyes closed as she began to rub more fervently. soon. Little did I know where it would lead!I started masturbating at eleven, just before this story takes (or should have taken) place.I suppose my dating life started in fourth grade, with a girl named Elizabeth. She was also a fourth grader, a beautiful brunette. She had the beginnings of breasts, was taller than any of the other girls, and was the only attractive girl to me in the class.Well, dating her was a dismal failure. When I first went to her house, her dog bit me on the nose. The date. I've built up a nice customer base. I work generally on the weekends. Some of my clients have had me travel to them, to meet them at their locations. I've done a lot of traveling. One of my customers had me meet them in Italy. It was wonderful time. I just attended a lot of events with him. He treated me like a princess.I do just have clients that want sex. Some men just want me to give them blow jobs. Other times men want me to have sex with other women. I've had threesomes and foursomes. One. It was simply unfair. You have all of these young women on the verge of adulthood, like fruit on the vine that is just becoming ripe. Most of them realize then that they've hit the point in their lifetime when they're at their best. Time and gravity are their best friends. Then they run into a woman like Ms. Abra who makes them look like awkward, coltish, little boys.And when you take a good look at her, your feelings of despair become even deeper. One of the things that most girls learn very.