As I trembled, Linda was in complete control. She had the confidence and calm of a woman well beyond her 17 years. Standing directly in front of me, s...e unbuttoned her crisp white blouse and tossed it on a chair. Everything was out of focus except Linda’s beautiful eyes, her face, and then her incredible body. We kept eye contact as she took a step closer and unhooked her bra. Then our eye contact broke as I simultaneously saw and felt my first naked tits. Soft yet firm, they stood out like two. She and I had met once or twice, briefly. I had never thought much of her and she knew it. The phone rang."Metaphysical Store?" Lillith answered. "No, we do not carry 'The Satanic Bible,' or anything else by LeVey." She looked at me and waved. I guessed she was mistaking me for a regular customer. I stepped up to the counter. "No," she said into the phone, "we don't carry any Satanist items at all." The caller said something. "Because, sir," she said pleasantly, "I have a moral objection to. All of my life, people look at me because of my name. ‘Ah yes,’ they say to me, ‘your family built a third of the U-boats in the war. Do you have any idea how that feels? Half of them wish to bow to me and the other half thinks that we had it easy during the restoration afterwards. And then there are those who think that I ought to be crucified for reasons that make no sense at all. All that I’ve gotten are the looks all of my life and in every engineering class at school. Oh look – it’s U-Boat. I started thinking about my evening and Scott but I found that I was getting more excited from the old man. Just thinking about him was getting me hard. I started stroking myself with my eyes shut then started fingering my asshole. I was pretending it was him inside me and I started to stroke faster and faster. I blew my load within minutes then just continued to lay there and soak. All I could think about was him. Who was he? I kept asking myself. I couldn't stop thinking about him.A few weeks.