When I was 20, I got a job in London, and lived there for about 4 years. I ended up renting a room in a house owned by a kin from Nairobi, Republic of Kenya. The only two family unit members who actually lived there when I moved in were the mother, who was in her 50's, and the oldest daughter, who was 26. The parents were separated, and the two early female siblings were living elsewhere with their partners.

I was very sexually inexperienced at the age of 20. I did not fall behind my virginity until I was 19, and even then it was an accompaniment I'd paid because I didn't know how to talk to girls properly. I was shy and would hardly even look the great unwashed in the eye. So at the age of 20, when I moved into the household in Hayes, western United States London, I had only had sex once, with a hooker, and I'd cum after about two minutes.

I pretty much kept myself to myself when I was at home. The mother and daughter ( Pamela and Zandra ) would talk to me and occasionally falsify for me, but I thought they were just being nice. Pamela worked night work shift at Heathrow airport, so she was gone most nights from about 7pm, getting home each morning between 6 and 7am. Zandra worked dayshift, also at the airport, so she would number home other evenings just as her mother was getting gear up to leave.

After a few calendar week I was getting bored of sitting in my room watching TV, so I started to venture out, going to the sustenance way to check TV instead. Pamela had made it straighten out I was welcome to make myself at dwelling house, but beyond using the kitchen and toilet, I'd pretty much kept myself to myself so far, but boredom got the better of me after a while and downstairs I went.

It was about 7:45pm, and Zandra was sitting on a chair watching some chat show. I went to the kitchen, got myself a fairy, and wandered back into the keep room.

"Hey,"said Zandra, smiling at me."How was your day ?"

"Just fine,"I said."How was yours ?"

"Oh, it was good, you know ?"she answered. Zandra and her family spoke English well, but they overpronounced and mispronounced some words and they all had the same emphasis. I found out later they'd moved to British capital when Zandra was 14, so only 12 years previously, and she'd not known much English when they arrived.

We fell into secretiveness, and I sipped at my potable. I tried to catch the Old World chat display Zandra had on, but it was really tiresome."You are not the father !"I heard over and over again, as cat were publicly shamed into getting authorship trial. At least they were having sex, I thought to myself. I wonder what that must find like ?

I found myself shifting my gaze to Zandra. She was short, maybe 5'2"tall. She wasn't slim, but she wasn't fat either. Plump is probably how I would describe her. She had jet calamitous hair's-breadth ( I found out months later that her family were not native to Republic of Kenya, but her parents had ended up there before she was born. I can't remember where they were actually from originally, but she looked like and Native American young lady. ) It was difficult to make out the shape of her figure - she had on pajama behind and a loose-fitting Nike top. Not very flattering, but hey, she was relaxing at plate and not trying to impress anyone.

"Is there anything else you'd like to find out ?"she suddenly asked ?

"No, I don't think so,"I said."I don't know what's on at this time of dark. I normally just observe a DVD."

"Oooh, do you have any good single ?"she asked.

"Several,"I said."hang on and I'll grab some."

We ended up watching Ace Ventura 2 : When Nature Calls. Zandra had seen the first movie, but not the sequel, and she laughed like loony all the way through. It was a secure ice surf, and soon we were talking freely about everything : oeuvre, family, human relationship, everything. She'd broken up with her boyfriend some 6 months previously and had ended up moving back in with her parents, only for them to sort out a few months later. She said she was staying out of it, she was just happy she had somewhere to live rent-free for a while.

After that night, TV became our evening ritual. We'd watch TV for hours, talking well into the night. Pamela occasionally joined us when she was off, but most of the meter she made herself scarce or went to chat one of her other Thomas Kid. It's rubber to say Zandra and I became really dear friends and felt really comfortable around each other.

Zandra had a cat, a ginger cat. She called him"PC ”, apparently after a police officer who used to live next threshold to her who she had a crush on. She found it hilarious one night ( it was around 2am at the weekend, and her female parent was at body of work ) when a distaff invitee appeared on the Jerry springer spaniel appearance, a big fat woman wearing a skimpy dress and blackguard who was having a conflict with her many male partners, who called herself"pussycat ”. Zandra thought the name was ridiculous and sounded a bit like her cat's public figure. It doesn't sound funny now, but at the metre, making fun of this ridiculous woman on TV, it was hilarious.

My retentivity is a little fuzzy as to how thing progressed, but that same night, Zandra was teasing me about something. She threw a cushion at me from her chair, and when I didn't throw it back she feigned pain and marched over to me to get it. I hit her over the brain with it, and she responded by shrieking, falling onto the couch beside me, grabbing another cushion, and hitting me with it repeatedly. Soon we were laughing and we'd made forcible striking with one another.

I didn't think much of this - I had sis, and had taken part in pillow fights before - but at one gunpoint I actually put my deal out to crusade her back and accidentally grabbed her pinhead through her top. It was vast ! ! ! She didn't flinch, but kept laughing and hitting. She lost hold of her cushion, then started reaching out to tickle me. She managed to get my position, which I have always found to be ticklish, and soon I was collapsed in a fit of laughter on the lounge, with her leaning over me digging her fingerbreadth into my ribs.

She kept this up for what seemed the like ages, and I kept trying to twist out of the way, but I couldn't stop laughing long enough to actually proceed myself properly. Eventually, though, she stopped, then she started to regale me like her cat ( all in skilful fun ! ) and she began stroking my principal and shoulders, saying"Awww, is PC getting tickled ? Good PC, we won't let anyone tickle you anymore, will we ? That's a dear PC."

When she traced her hands over my neck opening, I felt a touch of exhilaration - I didn't normally have girls touching me like this. I closed my heart, my heart charge per unit elevated, and tried to slow down and enjoy it. Zandra became unsounded, and when I glanced at her, she'd turned her attention back to the TV, but she continued to stroke my hair and neck and shoulders. I just let her, feeling very turned on, but inside thinking she was just being nice.

I gradually leaned back into her, and soon I was resting in her arms. I pretended to have fallen asleep, at which point her manus began to vagabond a bit. I felt her hand go down to my chest, massaging it through my t-shirt. She must receive felt my eye pounding, but I continued to pretend I was sleeping. This went on for ages, or at least it seemed like ages, before Zandra shifted view, shook me out of my relaxed state and said,"time for bed, PC."

I remember stumbling up the step and into my bedroom. I was wearing denim, a t-shirt, and a distich of underwear, but null else. I flopped onto my bed, and I could hear Zandra pottering around in the kitchen, the light from downstairs faintly illuminating the hallway outside my door. I remember dozing off and jerking awake a few times, and then I heard Zandra in the hall. Again, I pretended to be asleep, but I could assure she was standing in my doorway. If truth be told, I'd left my elbow room doorway undefendable on purpose, hoping she'd cum in, but not expecting her to.

She seemed to endure there for ages. I was still lying on my tummy, the covers kicked back. I heard her come into the room, quietly and slowly.

"Who's that ?"I mumbled sleepily, still pretending.

"Shhh, it's just me, silly,"she said.

"Zandra ?"I asked.

"Shhh, go to catch some Z's,"she said. I then felt her hired hand on my vertebral column, and I felt the bed dip very slightly as she sat on it beside me. My heart immediately started racing, my prick instantly hard and pushing down against the mattress. She gently rubbed my back through my t-shirt. I was capable to glance at my bedside clock. It said 3:34am. I glanced at it again after a while, and it said 3:47am. Zandra was still rubbing my upper back through my t-shirt, very gently.

I let out a oceanic abyss intimation and shifted slightly. Zandra stopped, then started to gently rub my lower cover. I felt an immediate spate of luxuria, not accustomed to being touched there by a woman. She only rubbed there for a few min before I felt my T-shirt being raised slightly and I felt her peel on my rachis. No yearner was she doing it through the t-shirt, she had her bridge player under it and directly on my skin. She started to rub my whole back, tracing circles with her digit, and massaging every in of it.

She seemed uncomfortable on the bed, sitting in a twisted situation for so long. I thought for long time about what to do next, not knowing what to do, but knowing that if I didn't do something she'd get up and leave. I didn't want her to impart. I could see my clock, the digital show illuminated, and it was almost 4:15am. For almost 20 minutes I'd debated inside my head how to get her to lie down with me.

Eventually, I settled on my preferred plan. I jerked up suddenly, pretending to get just woken up. I acted commonplace and confused, when in reality I was fully alert.

"What's going on ?"I said.

"Shhh,"said Zandra."Just relax and sleep. Come on, lie on your back."

I obliged, not opening my eyes. I pushed myself over on the bed, leaving elbow room for her to get on, then slowly opened my eyes.

"It's coldness,"I said.

"Yes, it is."She acknowledged.

I sighed, turning my head away."You should get under the covert too,"I said.

She didn't move, but I rolled my head away from her and pretended to be adjusting myself to get comfortable. I was acting like I was exhausted and had no clue what was happening.

I then felt the bed leaping and realised Zandra was getting onto it and lying down. She laid on her back, and pulled the back over both of us. I couldn't believe it ! ! ! I was in bed with a 26 year old woman ! It was amazing !

We laid like that for a while, then I felt Zandra roll onto her left side of meat to face me. I kept my eyes closed, still lying on my backrest. My sum was pounding furiously, my pecker as hard as netherworld. The next matter I know, her hand is on my belly ( still wearing my jersey at this item ), and was slowly tracing circles through the fabric. I let out a flimsy moan, letting her know she was having an effect.

"Are you awake ?"Zandra asked softly.

"Uh huh,"I muttered. I gulped and she must have heard it.

"Is this ok ?"she asked.

"Yes,"I whispered.

Her deal continued to trace band, which got down in the mouth and lower until she was running her fingers along the top of my jeans. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"The interrogative sentence I have,"said Zandra,"is … is PC a BIG boy ?"

With that, she lowered her hand onto my genitals, feeling my erect penis through my denim, and slowly rubbing up and down.

"Hmmmm,"she said."PC is a big boy, isn't he ?"

My external respiration got faster, and I wanted to cum so badly, but somehow I managed to carry myself and enjoy the moment.

"I think PC needs to be let out of his cage,"said Zandra.

With that, she started to find around to try to unfasten my belt, which she managed to do after a minute or so, then she started to unfasten my dungaree and force down the zipper. I then felt her hand on my packer briefs, continuing to massage my penis through the material. It felt amazing. I was throbbing and I could feel that I'd leaked onto my underwear.

"Time to let PC out, I think,"said Zandra. With that, I felt her fingers hook themselves into the rubber band of my underclothes and lower berth the front down. My prick sprung out. We were still under the covers at this full stop, but in the dim light provided by my digital clock, you could clearly see a tent in the covers.

"Let's see what we're working with her,"said Zandra, as she ran her script down my tummy, down my breakwater, and slowly onto the shaft of my penis. She felt all the way up to the tip and back down again.

"Oh my,"she said."He's happy to be out, isn't he ?"

I groaned, my physical structure shuddering at her touch, desperately trying not to cum. Zandra started to slowly and gently stroke my pecker, up and down, up and down, not squeezing too tightly, teasing me just enough. She touched the tip and I felt her blot precum down the side of meat. Absolute bliss. I was still trying hard not to cum. I could sense my peter throbbing, and her cutaneous senses was absolutely electric.

Zandra then tried to agitate my jeans and underclothing down, but struggled to do so, so I arched my back and pushed them down to my ankles, kicking them off. I was now naked from the waist down. She was still fully clothed.

The stroke resumed, but I knew I had to make a move.

"Is this indecent ravishment ?"asked Zandra.

I was still groaning. Breathlessly, I said,"Why would it be indecent assault ?"

"Because you never actually told me I could touch you, and you're just a boy,"she giggled.

"It's OK,"I said."But, if I touched you, that might be considered unseemly assault."

"Would it ?"she asked."I think not."

That was all it took for me. With her still grasping my cock, I turned to confront her, reaching over with my left hand and reaching under her shirt. I felt her right breast first. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I could feel her breath on my face. She was so intoxicating ! I gently massaged her knocker, and it really got her going. I felt her clasp my penis even wet and stroke More furiously. Within moments of touching her bosom, my orgasm came, and flow after stream of hot cum ejaculated onto Zandray's arm, the bed sheets, and her shirt.

"prick !"I said, shuddering with the button the coming gave me, but so disappoint that I hadn't gotten any further. I thought I'd blown my chance with Zandra, embarrassing myself at the Saami time.

"Oooh, that's ok,"she said."It's beautiful."I looked at her as she gently pulled the covers down, and saw that she was rubbing her fingers together in my cum."It means you want me."

"I do,"I admitted."I'm just not used to this. Next time will be better."

She didn't say anything, but I laid back down, my cum between us, and she snuggled up against me, her arm and leg draped over me. I felt so contented and so vex. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

Before too long, Zandra repositioned herself slightly and I felt her breath on my neck opening. I wasn't sure if she'd fallen asleep or not. We hadn't spoken a lot since I'd cum all over the stead, and about 30 transactions had passed. I groaned slightly, then felt her header move to look at me.

"Are you still arouse ?"she whispered.

"Yes,"I said.

"Good,"she replied, and immediately started to rub her ripe hand on my dick again. I felt it go from a semi-erect state to hard in a affair of seconds as she continued to stroke it. It felt amazing, but I didn't feel the same urgency to cum this meter, so I didn't need to try to confine back. This went on for a few arcminute, after which I turned around, leaned in towards her and our lips met. I felt mania and saturation in her warm, wet osculation, as her knife met mine and pierce itself into my mouth. She became an beast at that gunpoint, grinding up against me, furiously tonguing my backtalk, her hired man everywhere, at times stroking me, at times exploring. My own deal roamed freely over her body, feeling her human body and curve through her clothes, before scrambling furiously to divest her.

Somehow, we both got out of our remaining clothes, and hesitated, bare, in each other's blazonry. The vacillation was brief, and we both leaned in to kiss again at the Sami time, the passion and lust clear in our kiss. I felt my hard cock against her leg, her hand on my ass, her right leg wrapped around me. I pushed my body against her, and we became intertwined, wanting to be character of one another, me wanting to pervade and her wanting to be penetrated.

I broke away from the kiss, and worked my way down her eubstance, feeling her breasts in both my hands, before licking and then taking each beautiful nipple in my mouth, one after the other. She moaned loudly, and arched her back, pushing her breasts up to adjoin my spit, which I swirled around each teat, driving her wild.

Still hard and throbbing, I rose above her, kissed her full on the lips, and felt her branch open. She reached down with her hand and started to stroke my cock. She spat on her hand and rubbed her saliva all over the tip and shaft. I then realised she was fingering herself with the other hand. Before I could react, she pulled me in towards her, guiding my intemperately cock to her pussy, slowly guiding the tip inside her. She was tight, but wet.

"button in slowly,"she said.

I did, feeling my punishing dick, inch by inch, become enwrap in her moist warmheartedness, sliding every column inch of me inside her. She let out a loud protracted moan as I entered her, and I felt both her hired man on my back, pulling me in, while feeling her legs wrap around my waist.

I began to incite in and out, slowly at first, then getting faster and faster. I opened my eye and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her low lip, and she was moaning and saying,"yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,"with every thrust.

I kept pounding away at her, enjoying the feeling of being in this older cleaning woman's pussy, but it wasn't long, in my inexperient State Department, that I felt my orgasm human body within me. I kept pounding, sliding effortlessly in and out, and realised how wet she'd become. I felt her pussy clamp around my dick and she began to shake. Realising she was having an sexual climax, I thrust as deep as I could and felt up my own cum work its way through me. I couldn't stand it any more. I let out a yell and released current of hot cum inside her, filling her up, her hips thrusting up to play me as I pumped away at her, as she milked me for every last drop.

Spent, I pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her. I looked over and watched her defenseless chest rise and fall, and watched her occasionally shudder. We were both completely out of breath. Her eye were closed, her hairsbreadth all over the pillow, and I could smell elbow grease and sex and cum.

"Wow,"was all I could say.

"We are doing that again. Tomorrow Nox, all dark !"Zandra yelled.

I smiled, excited and cognitive content, before feeling her hand reach over and force me closer to her.

Zandra's mother moved out shortly after that, so we ended up having the house to ourselves for calendar month. We fucked in all the bedrooms, the shower, the animation room and even in the kitchen. We fucked once in the bet on garden, and once in her car, which had been broken down for calendar month and was parked in the front man driveway.

Eventually, I had to displace out and motivate plate, and we lost touch modality, which was unfortunate. I've looked for her over the years but with no luck.

Although I'd paid for an escort before meeting Zandra, I like to think her my 1st. There was no passion with the date, just a mechanical transaction. With Zandra, there was passion and lust and everything that sex should throw and be. Some 22 years have passed since then, and she'd be in her late 40's now, but if I could see her again I'd take her to bed and make out her all night long .