Ten years ago, I first met my mum's current boyfriend (partner). I was a mature girl, and had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday the week before (moderator take note). At the time, I remembered I liked him instantly, even though he didn't speak my first language very much. I did have sufficient English language to hold a basic conversation, which I had learnt at school, but I have to thank him for making my spoken and written English the level it is today. He always enjoyed spending time with me and I with him. He encouraged me academically and to be proficient in music (I play the piano to a high standard) and also in sport. He taught me so much, even matters of the "birds and the bee's", at my insistence. I was curious and wanted to know everything about being a mature, intelligent and cultured adult.
I loved the summers with him, especially when he gave me his time and attention. We played a lot of active sport and games in the pool, river or at the coast. He took me to museums, galleries and places of interest. I loved visiting London (his home town), the vibe was exciting for such a large city. We often pitched up in Camden, Shoreditch or the South Bank as well as taking in and enjoying various other sites. We would spend most of the school summer holidays together, just him, me and Sheba (my dog). Mum, due to her work schedule rarely had time off during the summer months because her workload was always so busy that time of year (she had been running her own travel business).
From a skinny, gangly young girl, I had developed into an attractive young woman. When I looked in the mirror, I liked what reflected back at me. All the sport and exercise had paid off with good results, even if I say so myself. I would often caress and feel my body all over, squeezing my 34C's and tweaking and pulling on my nipples. I had lost my virginity to a guy at college (yes moderator, I was over the age of 18), and if the truth be known, I was not that impressed with the sex. To date, I had experienced more pleasure from my own administrations of fingers and toys.
I was aware that men and women found me attractive and sexually alluring, with both sexes making approaches on a regular basis. It felt nice to be desired but I was starting to worry that I had not met anyone that filled me with the same wants and urges or turn me on beyond a basic 'attraction'. My breasts with their highly sensitive nipples would always give me away, whenever I was sexually turned on by an admirer. I regularly played with myself, touching, inserting and exploring my body and how exciting it felt. I was becoming more and more fascinated by the ultimate joys of sex, with both men and women.
As I got to know my mum's boyfriend and learnt more about life, I schemed, I asked loads of questions, the more embarrassing the better, and I started to learn English words I shouldn't. Mum's boyfriend Jack, never once got mad or angry but always answered, questioning in return and explaining, teaching...
This continued throughout my young adult life, me becoming more brazen, more daring, more tactile and more sexually charged.
Things turned interesting as I approached my nineteenth birthday. Mum and Jack decided to take me for a 'surprise' holiday to Spain. I remembered my mum and I having our very first holiday together there and had always wanted to go back as an adult. So for my birthday treat, we returned to southern Spain. As soon as we arrived we were straight down to the pool. Me, in my nice new bikini, and my mum's boyfriend, ran and dived into the pool, while mum spread out topless, sunbathing. Mum's boyfriend and I played for hours, he teaching me how to dive properly, tag and playing Water Polo.
Has luck had it, we were on opposite teams for the Water Polo contest, thus I made sure that I marked him closely. And 'closely' I did. I used any excuse to touch and jump on him. More often than not foul play, but we were not strictly playing to any rules. The more we touched, the more I wanted. I would jump on his back, wrap my legs around his waist, neck and find any excuse to get my constantly throbbing pussy and nipples in contact with his body. He had always kept himself very fit and strong and although he was older, he had a better physique than most men I had seen. I took as much advantage as I could.
I would 'accidently' run my leg between his, in the hope of feeling his cock. I had only seen it once, covered in shower gel, when I walked into the bathroom by mistake (honest) a couple of months ago. He was most embarrassed at the time. He had a massive erection and had been stroking it (at the time, I thought he was just washing it) and he quickly tried to cover up as much as he could. Ever since that time, I couldn't stop thinking about it and became more and more curious and wanted to touch it, kiss it and get intimate with it.
When we were back at the villa we would play fight, he taught me the basics of Judo, and he would help me with somersaults and gymnastics etc. My favourite was the backward somersault where I would climb onto the front of his shoulders, my pussy in his face then roll backwards. A few times I managed to get my pussy in contact with his nose and chin. The 'electricity' that ran through my body when this occurred, had me in a constant arousal state. I wasn't sure if mum knew what I was up to, she had been brought up quite strict in a catholic/puritan environment and her boyfriend was a lot more liberal and open-minded. He would answer any of my questions, no subject was avoided and he never got angry, just either explaining without blame or throwing an alternative light on things.
One evening after being down at the beach all day, mum had gone to meet an old university friend for a drink and that left us on our own for the evening. We played cards and a few table games, then I had to shower the dirt, sand and salt off me from the day's activities. Whilst in the shower I came up with an idea. I shouted/shrieked out to Jack from the shower. "Spider!" He came running to see what was up. "There's a huge spider in the shower, please get it," I cried.
"Where is it? I can't see any spider." He said, between looking open-mouthed and wide-eyed at my naked body and in the hot, running shower.
"Take off your T-shirt and have a closer look in the shower," I replied.
He was hesitant in removing his T-shirt but he did and looked around the shower, for the invisible spider. After looking and finding nothing, I suggested that it must have run down the plug hole when I screamed. I apologised for being scared of the spider but asked him to shower with me in case it returned, and could he wash my back for me? He slightly blushed and looked embarrassed before he agreed to, but kept his shorts on. I laughed and said I had seen him naked before and his shorts were getting wet. With that, he removed his shorts, trying to hide his modesty, saying "No looking, you."
