Winter Blossoms

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As a nineteen-year-old, I was naive. I laugh when I think about it now and how sexually experienced I have become. All my friends left the hometown aged eighteen, but for some reason, I stayed behind. I was not quite ready for the world. A year spent left behind the peers, working on the farms near home. I thought an extra year with parental support was the ticket to give me the confidence to succeed. I could not have been more wrong if I tried. I began to stress out. It was when my father came up with an idea.

You see, we used to live in another town four hours away. My father had worked in the education sector and was, in fact, a well-respected lecturer in social studies. He made friends and I grew up being looked after by the children of the other staff members. Dad still had strong ties with a lot of the families, and indeed, he was able to set up with a job just being an office junior.

It meant I was to move away from home, and I already had somewhere to live. John was the son of my father’s former manager. John also worked at the university but in a completely different department. He was a tutor. Fifteen years older than me, I had known John all my life as a family friend. He may have been a lot older, but he felt like the brother I never had. Or, at least he did until I hit the age of sixteen.

It was a thought I banished, and now I was more or less an adult. I had found out John’s wife had separated from him for the last two years, and divorce was next. He had two children. He was now living in a house near work with two other men. John organised with my father to come and pick me up. He was just as I remembered. Relatively tall. Not thin, not fat, in between. A dark-haired green-eyed soul who spoke with a swift baritone voice. Prone to singing in his spare time. In fact, the radio was on in the car as we drove back to his place.

“So, are you looking forward to working at the university?”

“Sort of? I mean, I haven’t done that kind of job before.”

“We all have to start somewhere. I used to have a lot to do with the cricket team in terms of office shit. But there is room to grow and develop. As for the house? The other two guys you will never see. They are always elsewhere. I tend to be at home more these days, as I can work from home plus go and see the kids when I want. “

“I have my own room, right?”

“Well, of course. Your room is at the other end of the house to mine. There are nice views of the city from your windows. A double bed, wardrobe and some drawers, plus I also put a television in there in case you needed it. I know I saw you a lot when you were growing up, but I was always that much older and never quite knew what your interests were”

“I do like television. I like watching documentaries.”

“Me too. Anyhow, I had been looking forward to you coming so I could show you around.”


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I fast forward a couple of months. I was well settled in my job, and only ever saw my housemates in the evenings. That was until John had a change in his role, which saw him be able to drive me home from work. It was autumn and change was in the air as the hills around town turned a shade of orange with the changing of tree leaves. A riverside park was a perfect place for an evening walk after work. John and I often did things like that. Even though it was quite cold, it was not enough to warrant a heavy jacket just yet.

I was ahead of him as we walked through a narrow pathway when I tripped. Down I went. He came up behind me and placed his hands on my hips. There in that briefest of moments, I felt a little bit of excitement. He quickly moved his hands to help me up.

“Oh, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am. I just tripped. Thanks for helping me up…”

We got into the car to drive home. But before we drove off, John turned to me. I knew the way he held my hips had a special something to it. There was a look of longing there. He touched my face. Then he kissed me.

I froze on the spot. I was not so sure what to do with this soft yet firm tongue exploring my mouth. When his lips left mine, my bottom lip quivered, and he noticed.

“I am so sorry, Crystal. I do not know what overcame me there. Are you okay?”

“Sort of. I had noticed in the last few weeks, and we had been getting closer. I didn’t want to misread signals. But the way you held onto my hips. I realised after you helped me up that my underwear was showing, did you notice?”

“I hate admitting it, but I did, and I didn’t want to say a thing lest I upset you. But then I went and kissed you anyhow.”

“John…I have never had a man kiss me before. I have never been touched before.”

“Oh, I am sorry…I went too far.”

I placed my hand on his thigh and noticed the tightness in his pants. He was aroused. So was I. I may not have had sex, but I knew what being wet felt like.

“I am a virgin, John. So I am a little scared of what was happening. It was so subtle.”

“Well, I do fancy you a lot. I find you, umm, sexually attractive. I didn’t want to be too forward. Suppose you want to move out now.”

“Don’t be silly. Come on, let’s go home. Make dinner. Go to sleep. We will see where it goes from there.”

There was this air of slight awkwardness in knowing John knew such intimate things about me. We did make dinner in the form of pasta before I showered and retired to bed. John always stayed up late, and I could hear him pottering about the house talking to Roger and Kevin, the other two housemates. Silence soon befall the home apart from the sound of the shower next to my room.” title=”izmit escort”>izmit escort I lay in the dark with the slightest of ambient light coming down from the moon onto my bed. I was restless.

I was about to head off to sleep when I heard my bedroom door open. I knew it was John.

“Is that you, John?”

“Of course.”

“You are in just a bathrobe…and you smell wonderful.”

He sat on the edge of my bed, as I let my hand go up his bathrobe. There it was in my hands. His hard cock was leaking precum. Veiny yet smooth, it was a thing to behold in my delicate hands. I gingerly ran my fingers up and down it, scared I would do the wrong thing.

“Your cock is stiff. Why?”

“I…tried to wank in the shower. I was thinking about you and those black lace panties I saw. Once again, I am sorry.”

“Don’t be. Your cock feels nice.”

His hand started to slide underneath the sheets. I spread my legs. I was in a nightie, and as his finger reached my pussy, I could feel my arousal increase. His breathing became heavier. A gentle stroke, as he made circular motions around my clit before slowly inserting a finger into me.

“We should not be doing this.”

“Why not. You are divorced.”

“I am, I guess it is just old guilt. Plus you are a lot younger and inexperienced than I am. I mean. I have two children.”

“Did you know it makes me horny as fuck to know that cock of yours fathered two children?”

The sheets flew off me. John’s bathrobe came off. I wriggled my bottom a little as he went to peel off the panties I had been wearing. H. My pure nubile body was ready for him. Whatever came. Lips formed a tight seal over one of my nipples as his fingers pinched the other. I felt dirty, and I could bet he was turned on knowing he was sexual with someone much younger. The virginal skin was tingling in anticipation. He sent little pinches of kisses down my stomach before I felt his finger in me again.

“A tight wet little cunt. Mind if I stretch you just a little wider?”


Then it was two fingers. It didn’t hurt. I almost hated feeling like a naughty little girl exposing herself to the old family friend. He began to kiss my pussy. I cannot even describe it now. Do you remember the first time you were touched intimately? I had not even masturbated; hence the sensation of a body part on my pussy was very new. It felt almost ticklish in a good way. The kisses were ever so gentle as his fingers worked me deep inside. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensuality of the experience, with only moonlight to illuminate as his tongue began to dance through the folds of a well-soaked pussy. My clit throbbed as he treated it like a lollypop of sorts. It made me widen my legs further as my hands began to pitter-patter on my belly. I cupped my breasts as he continued to make sweet dives into a neverending” title=”izmit kendi evi olan escort”>izmit kendi evi olan escort pool of sex.

I became overly aware of how vocal I was being, knowing Roger and Kevin were home that night in the other rooms. But he continued to lick me clean, and I really could not help it. Out came the loudest of moans as I felt this very foreign sensation of shuddering and quivering. I felt my muscles clench as I tightened around his fingers, leaving a thin glaze of lubrication on his face and hands. I broke into a sweat and became short of breath. I opened my eyes to find John hovering over me.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel…wonderful. Like a woman should. Take my virginity, John. I need you in me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“Give me a moment then. I need to grab a rubber. It is not silly of me to assume you are not on birth control?”

“No, I am not. I never in a million years imagined I would be having sex, let alone sex with you.”

“I am pleased. I will be back in just a minute.”

The room suddenly felt cold as he left. I had dreamed of this moment, but condoms did not feature. At least he wanted to be safe. I took my nightie off, so I was completely nude and lay on the bed with a saturated cunt wanting dick. The door opened then was closed behind. The bedside lamp went on. I must have looked alarmed.

“Well, I do want to see the woman I am making love to.”

I smiled. I wanted on intently as John tore the condom from its wrapper and rolled it down his hard shaft.

“Are you ready for me?”


He got in between my legs, ever so slowly inserting his cock. I felt a pinch before I wanted him in deeply. It was deliciously filling. As he started to rock his hips against mine, our lips met. The kissing was passionate, and I indulged in the plushness of his lips and the gliding of his tongue. It was a musky kiss, given he had just been down on me. I could taste myself. I could not have had a more sexual first time if I had tried. He was thrusting in a slow and gentle way as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in deeper. My nails ran down his back before my hands landed on his peach of an ass. I held on for dear life, squeezing his bottom while he pumped me. Slowly but surely, the fucking got harder. The kissing became more passionate. He began to thrash about, as he ejaculated. A part of me had not wanted that condom on. But in the end, it did not matter.

He pulled out of me and went to the bathroom and a short moment of panic before he returned.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?”

“I will. I want to do this again in the morning, we both don’t have work tomorrow!”

I fell asleep in his arms. In the morning, we made love again. It led to the blossoming of a romance that lasted for two years and ended for reasons I am not sure why. Maybe I felt the need to sow the wild oats.

I never forgot John, though. He remarried a few years ago, and I am now married too. Due to family connections, I still see John a few times a year. When we greet one another, we let out a broad smile. Memories are hard to erase.

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