I was 18, not long started at my first job when I was sent to Edinburgh on a two week training course.
The delegates were a very mixed bunch, two of us were young lads, the rest ranged from 28 to their 50s.
The days were very formal, various department heads came to lecture us on procedures and evening meals always included at least one of them and a director. It meant we were often engaged in work till 9 o’clock.
Two of the 28yr old ladies kind of gravitated to me and the other lad and we would sit together for meals and when we were finally free what was left of our evenings were spent chatting and drinking. Olive was a Geordie lass and I used to try and make sure we were close.
She was attractive, with long dark brown hair, sparkly eyes and a full figure. Ripe peachy arse, an hourglass figure with a gorgeous bust. Her taste for low cut tops made it difficult to keep your eyes away from her cleavage. Cynthia was blonde and similarly built but it was Olive that always found the smutty side to a conversation.
Late one night Olive and I were the last two in the lounge. The sofa was large but somehow we were really close together on it. We’d enjoyed wine and beer and maybe it was the alcohol that gave me courage, maybe I had picked up on her signals, but I ventured the question “would it be ok if I kissed you?”
Her response was to take my face in her hands and lean in to me.
The kiss was soft at first, her hand on my cheek accentuating the feeling and then her lips parted for my tongue and we moved closer as the kiss became more passionate.
She broke the kiss and wriggled herself to be able to stretch out on the sofa and then pulled me on top of her for another kiss. My cock was uncomfortably hard in my jeans and there was no way she couldn’t feel it pressing against her.
I slid my hand up under her sweater and onto the lacy edges of her bra and she again broke the kiss, manoeuvred herself to be able to unfasten herself and freed her breasts to my touch. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but now I lifted the jumper and began to kiss any bite her breasts. Her reaction was obvious. Her back arched to lift herself to me and I let a hand drop to her thigh and began to slide it up her leg. She stopped me, “I can’t, it’s the wrong week”. Well, that was disappointing, but we went back to kissing and me playing with her breasts. Huge aureole and nipples and an obvious source of pleasure for her.
Eventually, she pushed me off and took control. Kneeling over me she touched my cock through my jeans and I very nearly came at that first touch but she sensed that and quickly had my jeans unfastened and my cock freed. I was lost at this point. Just laying there as she stared at my stiffness and gently wrapped her fingers around it, her face so close that I could feel her breath. I reached to touch her breasts but she pulled away and said “no, I want to focus” squeeze “on this”
Her tongue rolled over the tip of my cock and her grip tightened, then she bobbed her head and took me into her mouth as she slowly moved her fingers up and down my cock. I stiffened and groaned and tried to hold back but she was getting what she wanted and increased the grip and the depth of my cock in her mouth “let it go, let it go now”
18yr old me released (we were all very productive at 18 weren’t we) and she swallowed the first spurt and took most of the rest on her face and hair.
We tidied ourselves up and headed off to our seperate rooms. Happily there were still a few nights of the course yet to come…
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