Pity Sex

Pity Sex.

Over the years I'm guessing that I must have written almost 50 stories with the view to be published on this site. Some of these stories are real, some of these stories are my personal fantasies, yet with each story I always suffer the same problem.

My problem is..... how to start a story!

I don't know why, but by the time I get to the editing process there is usually something about the beginning of the story that I dislike so much that, even after it has been edited, I still don't post it.

So in this story, before I hit the main theme, I'd like to take time to cover a few things that readers keep asking me.

Why do I write erotic stories? Back when my husband and I first met, I had been single for nearly two years (work commitments), obviously I was infatuated with Jim from the minute we first talked. At 6'0 with the body you would expect of a fireman, the first night we made love was.....amazing.

Of course I tried to contain my lust, I wanted him to ravage me and tell me what he wanted, yet as sex sessions went, our first time was.....vanilla.

Yes I performed oral, but I had to hint to him that I wanted to, let me tell you Jim is a certified expert at oral sex too, but within half an hour, I'd had a mind blowing orgasm, so had Jim, and we had only managed oral, missionary and me on top.

Was I delighted to find out that Jim is slightly bigger than average, let's put it this way, bigger is always better until it comes to Anal.

Like most couples who were instantly infatuated with each other, it didn't take long for Jim and I to move in together, when I finally got our flat all to myself (yes I did go snooping) I discovered that Jim was a Porn Mag enthusiast.

Of course, I didn't want Jim to know that I felt so insecure that I had to look in his stuff but the moment I started flicking through those pages, those beautiful women just made me feel so much worse.

At 5'5 with a petite figure and B cup breasts, the only thing I have going for me is I have a nice looking face. During my teens one of my cousins nicknamed me "china doll" according to him that's how I looked. Sadly, most of my family seem to agree with him.

As I flicked through the first magazine, it felt like goddess's were staring back at me, but also, on that very first day I found my very first porn story and I was captivated.

Stretching out on the bed I began to read a story about how one girl ended up having sex with three guys, with each new paragraph searing into my mind and body by the time the guys had stripped her naked and offering her their hard meat, even I knew exactly where this would end.

I didn't need to read any further, I closed my eyes and finished the story MY way.

That afternoon those three guys made light work of me, they used me in ways I could never have imagined before, yet as I lay on the bed heading to an amazing orgasm, I just knew that I had to tell Jim about the effects of that story.

The question is, how do you tell the love of your life that you went snooping?

I lied, I told him I felt horny and figured that all guys had some sort of porn movie, Jim just laughed then let me tell him about the story I read. An hour later and I'd just watched my first ever porn video with Jim and (as they say) the rest is history.

How often do Jim and I have sex? During my teens and when I wasn't getting sex, my sex drive was ferocious, I tend to find that I can go a month without sex without negative effects, any longer and I start grinding my pillow. Jim on the other hand would have sex twice a day and three times on Sundays. For practicalities sake, it's twice a week with an occasional blowjob thrown in before the kids wake.

For me, it isn't how often we do it, or even what we do, but it's how much I can do or say to blow my husband's mind. I know this sounds very much cliché but I love my man so much, that if he asked me to sleep with another man just for his benefit, I would seriously consider it.

So let's get real for a minute guys, do I enjoy it when Jim decides that those last few inches need to go into my throat? Personally, no it's not my favourite food group, it's mildly uncomfortable but it also doesn't last long either. Do I like the change in Jim's moans and groans when he does it? Hell yeah.

Again, I have absolutely no feelings regarding anal sex, when he starts to slip inside my ass, I listen to his accompanying pillow talk and smile knowingly.

"Oh Hazel, you're a dirty slut, you love my cock up your ass" He moans as he pushes 75% inside me. For several minutes I pretend to moan with lust as Jim fucks me harder and harder. Yes I could really lie there all night with him in my ass without any negative effect.

Until.....

He decides to drive that last 25% home.

"Oh Jim.......Oh fuck.....That feels....." I moan as he usually replies "So you do like that?"

Yet the truth is, that final 25% hurts.....not really badly or anything, but its uncomfortable.

Yet as I listen to the way Jim's moan's change, the way he gets louder, more vocal, even hornier. I know that his orgasm is imminent and it's going to blow his mind.

And usually it does. For the next couple of days, I could ask Jim to walk through broken glass and he'd do it as payment for that type of orgasm.

Is every sex session like that? No, we have three types of sex. Firstly, there is "empty his balls" sex (Jim's name) that includes a quickie behind the bedroom door or in the bathroom while the kids are downstairs, secondly there is "My night" yes that one is pretty self explanatory. Lots of oral sex from Jim and by the end we're 69ing.

Then finally there is "Raise the roof" this happens on a Saturday when the kids are staying at our parents. Luckily, we live in a detached double storied bungalow, the neighbours don't hear a thing, but passers-by might.

But if we really want to make it a good night, Jim and I talk before intercourse.

Jim knows all the guys I've ever slept with; I've spoken about the guys I regretted having fun with (because I was drunk) and he also knows about the things that started well but turned out wrong. We talk about our recent fantasies, I love Jim's imagination when it comes to sex. He even had me on a sex island where guys lined up to fuck me as he watched.

Is that my kind of thing? No, but as I listened, I did find it funny and mildly arousing.

But let's get to the title of the story......

For the most part, I have slept with guys who I really like, I've had two one-night stands, both were after a night out and I was drunk, in both cases I woke the following morning and did the walk of shame.

Would I have slept with both of them if I had been sober? No. But one thing led to another and by the time we started kissing, I was horny and didn't care how far it went. The only exception to that rule....was Martin.

So where do I begin?

Growing up the daughter of family grocers, if there was one thing that effected my life, it was my overriding shyness. I could speak to some of the girls in my school, others I had difficulty with, but when it came to boys and men..... I just couldn't talk to them. As I developed through my teen years, I felt my body and mind start to change, while the rest of my class around me started to date, I could only dream.

To date a boy you had to be able to talk to him and that was my biggest problem, yes I had a few guys ask me out, but it took me until I was 17 and on holiday to even talk to a guy I really liked. The night before he left, he stole a bottle of Vodka from the drink's cabinet of the flat. By the following morning I couldn't believe how much courage alcohol could give you.

In the process, I found the antidote to my overwhelming shyness.

Yes, I lost my virginity at my prom, I was 18, I was as horny as hell and had fancied Bret for almost four years and watched him date other girls. Yet my prom was, fancy hotel, excess of alcohol and discount rooms for everyone attending the prom.

I wasn't drunk, I was just tipsy enough to strip down to my underwear then climb under the covers before Bret turned around. I smiled at him then patted the bed covers as Bret dropped his boxer shorts in front of me. He knelt on the bed and edged closer; my eyes never moved from that semi hard cock.

"Will you try it......please?" Bret begged as his cock stopped short of my mouth.

Would it taste of pee? Would it taste of anything unsavoury? Would it feel or taste rotten? I had to find out. I couldn't look at him, I was aroused just staring at his penis, yet as I lay there with his manhood inches from my mouth, I took a deep breath before slowly easing him into my mouth.

Was it everything that I had dreamed of throughout my teens? Yes, and more.

In fact, there was no discerning taste at all, it was warm, it was hard and as I slowly found a rhythm to my first ever blowjob just the mere fact that I was doing something that I had fantasised about countless times seemed to arouse me even more.

I must have sucked Bret for at least ten minutes, yes the taste did change as his precum began to leak into my mouth, but even that didn't faze me.

"Oh Hazel, you're so beautiful.....can I cum in your mouth?" Bret oozed as I knew that my night wasn't going to end with a meal. No, I had waited long enough, Bret's cock was going to go inside me and he was going to fuck me to orgasm.

Problem was, I knew that.....he didn't.

"Bret do you love me?" I asked, even being tipsy it still sounded cheesy.

"You know I do Hazel" Bret slurred as I finally looked up and purred "show me"

Bret watched as I shuffled under the bed clothes, even he knew I was removing my panties. He climbed under the covers, he leaned over me slightly as we began to kiss. Then after a couple of minutes Bret slipped over my body and positioned himself.

"Are you okay?" Bret asked as we stared at each other, all I could do was nod.

"if it's sore, tell me" Bret added as he reached down and grabbed his erection.

"Oh Bret" I sighed seconds after feeling his cock press firmly against me, I expected searing pain or something, at first it was uncomfortable, almost like trying to force something into a hole that was too small. But within minutes, Bret was fucking me.... and it felt better than any fantasy I'd ever had.

"Oh Hazel, you feel so good" Bret moaned as I retorted "So do you?"

For almost nine months, Bret and I dated, Bret was the first guy to ever cum in my mouth, for his nineteenth birthday I even swallowed for him. Okay it didn't taste wonderful or anything but it wasn't bad either.

By the time Bret and I finally broke up, not only had Bret and I fucked so many times that I knew what I wanted, I also knew how to speak to guys too.

Could I have married Bret, of course I could, he really was a nice guy. A bit of a jock too, but by the time we split up we hardly ever saw each other due to work commitments.

Heading out for drinks with my friends was a great way of meeting guys, some nights ended with a snog and a grope, if I was drunk other nights ended with a warm meal and a promise from the guy that he would call me. When he did, he realised that he'd been given the wrong number.

Spit or swallow? 95% of short term relationships never got anywhere near my pussy, but they did get the consolation of a blowjob. If I really liked them, I'd either milk them or let them cum in my mouth, if I wasn't super keen on them.... they got a hand job.

From the age of nineteen until the age of 23, I didn't really have a serious relationship. As my dad was happy to give me a Sunday off, Saturday night was drinks night. My friends and I started at a Karaoke bar then headed to the nightclubs. Men would parade before us with offers of a free drink or two, if I liked a guy, I went with him, if not, there was always safety in numbers.

Looking back now, every guy was a new experience, One guy I fucked, I leaned over the bannister in a stairwell that led to his flat, for me, the risk of getting caught made it even more exciting. Well it usually does when you're tipsy. Another guy took me out for a drink to the lake district, he took me all the way to a perfect spot for sex, but forget to bring condoms.

Could I be so heartless and do nothing after such a beautiful second date and dinner? I gave him a blowjob as a consolation prize, then as I felt my arousal build stupidity took over. I bent over the hood of the car and even let him cum inside me.

It was the first and last time I ever let a guy do that without a condom.

Of course it is different for men, if a guy has sex with 20 women he's a stud, if a woman has sex with more than five men she's a whore. Then there is the age-old sex lines. "I can't get it up" or " I can't keep it up" but the best one is usually reserved for "I'm dying and I want one last serious girlfriend".

Are women choosy because we don't like sex? Hell no, we're choosy because we have to live with the consequences and while the world is littered with nice guys there are many more little boys who want sex but won't take enough responsibility to wear protection.

I love sex, especially if I have a bond with the person, I'm doing it with. For example, on our honeymoon, Jim and I actually had sex 18 times in 14 days. We never left each other's sides, but if Jim woke up horny, he knew that I wouldn't deny him anything and trust me Jim took full advantage.

It felt like I needed a holiday to recover from our honeymoon.

Guys can use a number of lines to try and get what they want, they call it pity sex, but for the most part, if a woman gives him sex, either she wants it too or she's fell for his lines.

But there is another form of pity sex.....

Like I said at the beginning, my parents owned their own mini market and when I left school, I began to work in the family store full time. From the age of 17 my life became predictable. I'd work all week with a Sunday and Monday off. By the time I hit the age of 20, my dad's health began to suffer due to the long hours he did. My mum and dad spoke about it and it was decided that we could afford to hire someone to cover a couple of shifts a week, but they had to cover to give my dad time off work.

We advertised two ten-hour shifts, and had three applicants. The first was a girl who had just left school, as a family we all had our input and not one of us seemed to trust her from the outset. The second was a single mum looking for no more than sixteen hours a week. We could bend it a little if she was the right person, but then Martin applied.

From the moment Martin walked into the shop, I saw all the hallmarks that I grew up with, he seemed uneasy talking about himself, he was clearly introverted but he also admitted that he needed a job and was prepared to do any hours that were asked of him.

Okay, so my dad didn't want me working with a guy, what did he think? Was Martin and I going to have sex in the back shop while the place was quiet? My mum admitted that as I was going to have to work with the new employee it had to be someone I liked. I had the perfect way to find out more.

Martin stayed three doors up from a girl I went to school with, and occasionally socialised with too. Talking to Angela three days later, If there was ever a sob story to be had, it was Martin's life.

As a child Martin had taken Epileptic seizures and as such was made fun of in school. Being introverted he just withdrew into his shell. As the oldest of five foster children, Angela explained that his foster parents only took in kids to live off the state. The kids were very rarely clean, the middle two girls were pains in the ass, and according to Angela, Martin was the odd one out, he was the only decent one of them all.

When I informed my parents of Angela's information, my dad clearly wasn't keen.

"What do you think Hazel?" my mum asked, she already knew my answer.

I truly was a sucker for a charity case....and Martin seemed to fill the bill perfectly.

My dad agreed to hire him on one condition....... if, for any reason I didn't trust Martin, I fired him straight away, and secondly, he didn't touch the cash register for at least three months.

We hired Martin......

At 6'1 with short black hair and a decent build, Martin was pretty much average looking for a sixteen-year-old. For the first couple of months, Martin would turn up, he would do his shifts with very little chit chat at all. The more I tried to talk to him to get him to break out of that shell, the more he answered questions with one liners.

Each day, he would come in, do his work, then stare out of the window as I served the customers. If I wanted something he didn't need to be asked twice. His work ethic was great, but trying to crack that shell was almost impossible.

Little by little, it felt like passing a kidney stone as I prized information out of him about his life, we spoke about his family, his foster parents, he admitted that he knew nothing about his real parents but he hated his foster dad. For his 17th birthday I even bought Martin a birthday cake and a watch, did I even expect that Martin would thank me, then instantly give me a cuddle.

Hell no.....but I held him and couldn't believe my luck.

It truly was a watershed moment for both of us.......

Of course I could see how hard it was for Martin to confide in me, I was just over four years older than him. I was a girl and I could only guess that Martin felt it was easier to converse with guys. Six months after his 17th birthday, my parents went on holiday and were more than happy to leave me and Martin alone.

What they didn't know, I had a plan.....

"Listen Martin, remember you said about your sisters annoying you?" I asked as Martin nodded as I finally spelt out my idea. As we both had to work twelve hours a day for eight days straight, it made sense that Martin stay in the guest room of my parents' house.

At first, Martin seemed horrified at the idea, but I knew if I came at it from the right angle, then there was a good chance he would take me up on my offer.

So there we are, in the shop listening to the radio when suddenly it hit me.

"Martin, I'm scared of being all alone.....Okay I've said it" I sighed as Martin looked at me as I watched the cogs turn in his head.

"I could say to my mum and dad, I don't think they would mind" Martin replied sheepishly.

Of course, I felt sorry for Martin, he was such a lovely, genuine guy, he wouldn't say boo to a goose but it was also clear that if he liked you, he'd do anything for you without asking anything in return. I drove my parents to the airport then headed straight over to Martin's place to get him and his overnight bag.

I'd even given up my Saturday night out because Martin was staying with me, but then again, I was glad to, because that Saturday night, Martin and I ordered pizza and had a few of my dad's beers....and Martin just seemed to open up.

At first, he admitted that he loved music, he played numerous instruments, he rarely went out, he had no friends, then finally he admitted that he found it impossible to talk to girls. He blew my mind when Martin admitted that there was a girl who lived down the street from him that he had fancied since his teens.

"Who...?" I asked feeling sure that Angela would know her.

"Angela Brown" Martin replied as I tried hard not to laugh.

Was it the beer, or did he trust me? What did surprise me was Martin did admit that he liked women, he even blushed as he admitted that he liked to watch me serving the customers.

"Watch me.....how?" I asked as Martin squirmed then replied "it's not important"

"Martin, I'm happy to be honest with you, so come on......spill it?" I asked as Martin seemed uneasy then groaned "you'll want to fire me".

"Okay, so it's sexual.....have you ever thought I might take it as a compliment" I asked as Martin gave it some thought then blurted out "Okay, I like your boobs"

"Martin are you nuts, I've hardly got any" I sniggered as Martin admitted that certain tops I wore just made his day.

"Okay, go for it..... your two favourite tops?" I asked as Martin began to squirm before admitting the V neck jumper was nice and so was my yellow v neck tee shirt.

Suddenly there was no holding us back, I told Martin that I didn't mind him looking but just not when customers were in, I even admitted to checking out his ass (so I lied but he didn't know that) that really took him by surprise.

Yet as Martin admitted his inability to talk to girls, I felt the time was right to share my experiences. Martin sat stunned as I told him everything about how I felt in my teens, how my friends dated and I wanted to date boys so badly, how I fantasised constantly then finally I got onto my prom.

"Martin, I promise you, when the time is right, A girl who likes you will let you know what she wants, and it will come naturally" I said as Martin nodded.

For me, it was another watershed moment; did I think he'd go to bed and think about the story I'd told him about my prom. Of course, I wasn't stupid. But that honesty just seemed to change everything between me and Martin.

Suddenly I was Master Yoda and he was my padawan learner.

"Okay, I want to understand women, I want to know what makes then tick?" Martin asked as I explained the differences that I saw. The problem was, the more I delved deeper into Martin's hopes and dreams, the more I felt sorry for him.

Martin seemed like such a sweet guy that unless he smartened up he would end up with some bitch who would just use him for her own benefit. The other problem that I had that wasn't immediately clear to me was....as time passed even, I began to fall for him. No I didn't fancy him, I really felt sorry for him but I began to think about him too.

"Eh Hazel, what's going on between you and Martin?" My mum asked as she pointed out that he was almost 18 and I was 22 and people might talk.

"Beg your pardon?" I asked shocked as my mum pointed out that she had seen a change in my attitude of late.

Again I lied.....

I told her that Martin and I had connected on a soul mate level, I was the first girl that Martin could ever talk to, then to completely throw her off the scent I muttered "Anyway, even if I did like him (and I don't) Martin is.....questioning his....." I stopped as my mum gave a surprised "Ohhhhh"

I never dreamed that my mum would tell my dad and four months later my dad would try to talk to Martin about it.

The following day Martin didn't show up for work. I phoned his house and his dad said that Martin didn't want to talk to me. I closed the shop that night then headed straight over to his place, again his dad said he didn't want to talk.

So I sneaked around the back to his bedroom window as I watched Martin play his keyboard.

"Martin, please....just talk to me" I begged unaware of the damage my dad had caused.

"You've had your laugh.....just go away" Martin snarled angrily as I stood there completely mystified.

"Martin, I don't know what you're talking about" I protested as Martin sat motionless for about a minute then walked to the window.

"So where did your dad get the idea that I was gay then?" Martin asked as I instantly felt my heart sink. Of course, I was happy to explain everything but not with the whole neighbourhood listening.

"Martin, just let me explain" I moaned shamefully before adding "if you still don't want to talk to me, I'll even pay you for leaving."

Martin sat there looking down at his keyboard for a few seconds then got up and headed to his bedroom door. Heading around to the front of the house I watched Martin fold his arms then scowl at me.

"I'm listening" Martin growled as I finally placed my hand on his then mumbled "You said you trust me.....please, I don't want to talk here".

Heading out to my car as I opened the passenger door still trying to fight the tears back as I understood fully the damage that I had done. At first Martin didn't seem to want to play along, then finally he grabbed his jacket as I stood watching him slide into the car.

Talking the three minute drive down to the local park overlooking a pond, I finally pulled on the handbrake then looked at him before wiping a tear from my eye.

"Martin, I lied.....because my mum......" I stopped then gushed "almost found out the truth"

"Sorry that doesn't make sense" Martin retorted as I tried hard to find the words to match my feelings.

"Martin, when you told me that you liked staring at my boobs, what happened?" I asked as Martin gave it a few seconds thought then gave a soft smile.

"you wore those tops more often" he replied as I nodded.

"Martin, I'm almost 23, you're only 18, what do you think people would say if they found out that......" I paused feeling a burning sense of shame wash over me at what I was about to say.

"I go to bed every night and fantasise about us locking the shop and you having sex with me in the stock room" I blurted as Martin's face instantly conveyed his shock.

"Martin, If my mum found out....." I stopped momentarily as Martin nodded.

"Martin, please....come back to work tomorrow" I pleaded as Martin mumbled "and I'm just supposed to take your word for that?"

"No, but if you let me prove it.....I will" I said realising that I was talking myself into an interesting situation.

"How....?" Martin asked as I swallowed hard then gushed "after the lunchtime rush....I'll let you do anything you want to me"

"Listen Hazel....." Martin said with a tone of cynicism in his voice as I looked at him then gushed "do you trust me?"

Martin gave a soft nod.

To this day I don't know why I felt the need to prove myself there and then, reaching over to Martin as I placed my hand on his, I looked around the dark and empty park, then guided his warm hand to the cloth covering my breast.

"Hazel..." Martin sighed but he was still prepared to keep his hand on my warm breast.

"Martin, will you let me......touch you?" I asked feeling embarrassed at what I was suggesting as Martin followed my eyes to his crotch.

"Here....right now?" He asked as I nodded.

"please.....just once....and if you never want to talk to me afterwards....I'll understand" I said squirming on my chair as the thoughts running through my head were taking their toll on my pussy.

Watching Martin slowly pull his hand away, almost instantly I felt like it had all gone wrong but suddenly Martin started to unzip his jeans then look at me.

"Hazel, if you don't want to.....I'll understand" Martin purred as he stared into my eyes.

"If you pull it out for me, then kiss me.....I'll tell you what I really want to do with it" I hissed frantically as I sat swaying my legs, feeling my lubrication reach epic levels.

At first Martin seemed nervous as he slowly reached in and eased the helmet of his swollen cock out into the dim light from a lamp post in the distance, reaching forward to finally take his cock between my fingers, I slowly eased my head towards him as Martin began to move towards me.

"Kiss me" I whispered as Martin's lips met mine a mere second later. I pushed my tongue to his, I felt the warmth of his breath, the moisture on his tongue, his breath was fresh and his lips.....magnificent.

I knew how I wanted this to end....

"Martin, I dream about you constantly" I moaned seconds after pulling back slightly as I pushed my lips to his ear as my fingers slowly worked his foreskin.

"Martin, I dream about......that..... in my mouth, so badly" I hissed with a shiver as I felt my arousal build even further.

"Would you do it now...... just a kiss.....nothing else" Martin moaned, his suggestion took me completely by surprise as my fingers were making easy work of his erection.

"Martin, someone might see me" I responded nervously as Martin purred "no...it's okay....I understand"

To this day, I still can't explain why I was so aroused, I looked around outside, the winter darkness would pretty much hide what we were doing if I turned off the cars engine and lights, another look as I closed my eyes and pictured his cock closing in on my desperate mouth.

"We need to be quick" I hissed determinedly as Martin looked at me in disbelief as I opened my car door then swivelled quickly until my breasts were propped against the gear stick and my mouth was above his sear shaft.

Then suddenly from nowhere my mouth spewed forth my dirtiest thought ever....

"Martin, if you need to cum.......just do it" I muttered then instantly dropped my mouth onto his willing cock.

"Mmmmm" I moaned instantly tasting his musk arousal on my tongue. Within seconds my mouth was bobbing up and down over his willing shaft as Martin began to breath heavily then finally gasped "that feels....."

"Oh Hazel....." Martin gushed as each mouthful of cock just seemed to heighten my own arousal, I wanted to climb onto my knees on the drivers seat, I wanted his fingers to perpetrate a full frontal assault firstly on my clit then finally deep inside me. Yet seconds later, my brain was asking "is it possible for me to climb on top of him and fuck him on the passenger seat?"

Okay so maybe I wasn't in the most comfortable position as I stretched across the front seat of the car,, but with each movement of my mouth up and down his willing penis, of course I knew that this wasn't going to end in a one night stand.

Up, down, up, down, his precum was haunting my senses, my labia were on fire, I was so aroused than I couldn't take this torture any longer and thrust my hand down the front of my skirt. I was past caring, anyone could have walked by and seen me hanging out of my car as I double clicked my mouse frantically.

"Martin are you nearly there?" I thought to myself as I increased the intensity of my sucking to match the pace of my finger strumming my clit.

Then in one orgasmic moment, my body erupted in glorious orgasm, I pushed my mouth down to his jeans, I snapped my legs closed almost trapping my fingers in a vice lock grip..... and then I felt that tell-tale twitch, I instantly pulled my lips back to his helmet just in time as Martin's cock erupted and sent a mouthful of warm seed into my mouth.

"I'm sorry....." Martin hissed instantly then toook a few seconds to bask in his own orgasm before adding "I was going to pull away.....I swear".

Lying there still stretched over the car seat, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with his orgasm. A wiggle of my tongue as I finally pushed myself up with my hands then gave Martin a sheepish smile.

"Look..... it's all gone..." I said as the look of sheer disbelief was evident on Martin's face.

"Did you....?" Martin asked as I nodded then felt the need to add "I don't mind so much when it tastes as nice as that did".

Fixing myself then finally sitting back down on the driver's seat, my arousal was gone as I felt a strange mixture of shame and relief wash over me. I'd just taken an 18-year-old boy to a local park, not only had I given him oral sex but I'd been so horny that I even masturbated in public.

What if someone had seen us?

What the hell was I thinking of?

Martin stared at me as my mind tried to work through all the feelings.

"I'm sorry, this was a bad idea....it was all my fault" Martin mumbled as I watched him drop his head in shame. Within seconds that familiar sensation of pity was back as I rubbed his shoulder.

Sitting there for a further half an hour, I was quick to put my side of things to Martin, if we tried to have an open relationship my dad would fire him instantly and I loved working with him.

"Not to mention the fact that I love it when I catch you staring at my breasts" I mentioned with a smirk, Martin gave me a soft smile.

I was happy to be honest and admit that I didn't know him well enough to be in love with him. For the most part, Martin seemed happy to just sit there and listen as I spelt out my plans for us going forward. At work, I was happy to let him ogle me as long as it wasn't obvious on the security camera. Luckily the back store didn't have a camera and if he wanted to kiss or touch me in the back store then I literally gave him permission. To begin with, we had to make sure no one saw us.

"Martin, trust me.... we'll make it work" I purred as Martin nodded.

The truth was, even I didn't know how to move things on from there, of course I felt proud of myself. This wonderful young man needed a proper woman to take him by the hand and guide him into manhood, Okay so maybe I'd taken him by the mouth and got a free meal in the process, but one thing I knew for certain, I was going to be Martin's first lover and it was definitely not going to be about pity either.

But if I was going to let Martin have me unconditionally, then Martin had to be honest with me.

Part 2 coming soon.....