newbikerider
02-17-2007, 11:00 AM
To quote so many others. "This is my first post." We will now find out if I have what it takes. This will be long getting started.
After high school I worked at a large chain grocery as a bagger. I was immature with little experience gaining a womans favor. Not a virgin, but disappointed in my abilities. When you looked at me, you saw a 6', strong medium built, dark haired boy of 19.
My interests in girls my age was expected, but I knew I wanted the older lady to teach me. This must have been written on the billboard that was my face.
Working at the store, I noticed all the cashiers. Those possible and those who were beyond consideration. In the middle of this group was Jan. I thought of her very little. The longer I worked there the more I knew about my coworkers. 19 year olds love to flirt even with the lost causes. Jan was becoming one of the biggest flirts.
Jan wasn't much to look at. Taller than average 5'10" - 5'11", long waving brown hair and a little on the heavy side. Her weight was up because she was 5 months pregnant. She was married to a local military guy. I've never met him face to face. He dropped her off for work, but never came in to be social.
Flirting with Jan became daily and so often started by her. I liked to play along. The attention was addictive.
My shift started one afternoon as Jan's was close to ending. While stocking bags at her register we chatted about TV show I watched late night. She asked me to drop buy and hang out after closing. I said why not, I live a mile or two from her street, this is just another have a beer at the house thing I did all the time.
I can tell what some are thinking. "This is BS. No way he thinks it's innocent!"
Try to think of me as completely with out a clue and you are still giving me too much credit. I was foolish to say the least.
Her small 2 bedroom had nothing fancy. Second hand furniture and old carpet. She took care of it. Just a place to hang your hat is all it was. I drove up and she looked out the door to greet me. After letting me in I took a seat on the couch and she got me a Coke. Not what I hoped for but thats were I stopped caring about it.
She had changed after work into real lay around the house close. Stuff you are comfortable in, but not even walk to the mail box in. A very loose V-neck T-shirt showing how far her chest stuck out without a bra. Those nipples were nice, showing a little. My eyes were caught. The shirt stopped above her big ass, letting you see her tight shorts. I watch her walk around the room back and forth. Trying to act like I was watching the TV with the Late Show on.
I started thinking about her body. A woman who had been under my radar. I didn't want to get into trouble with her husband. By the way, were could he be? I found out he decided to go out of town for the night. She didn't say anymore and I didn't care to ask. I was on full alert starring at a skimpy dressed woman. How do I move forward? Do I move forward? Do I have a clue if I'm here for conversation or carinal plessure?
So I continued to sit there babbling about nothing watching her take care of dishes in the open kitchen next to living room. The couch had a great view of her backside, which I gazed over every inch.
When she finished she turned out the kitchen light making things dark all of the sudden. The TV was the only light in the living room. As she walked past me my angle from the couch showed just the hint of the underside of her breast. I love tits, there's no other way to say it. They get me hot right now everytime I get to see them.
She sat at the other end of the couch. A minute later she got up to check something. I watched those jugs pass again. Out of the back room she walked out and checked the lock on the front door. My jeans were so tight with my young erection pushing up. She moved back pasted the couch when her she bent over to the end table to get the remote control. This let her shirt rise up and her breasts hang lose. Then she stood up hiding them. She apologised for the slip up. She didn't want to make me uncomfortable.
I shook my head and told her it was O.K.
At this point I froze. Thinking back to my actions, how could I have not known those blatent signals. I still laugh at myself.
She moved next to me on the couch to explain how much better her tits felt without the bras that nolonger fit. Now that the wonderful titty fairy had arrived and started filling them. She lifted the shirt to show me those most wonderful globes and how her belly was just rounding out from the growing baby.
I finally woke up. Here is a woman with her top pulled up for you, it's got to be a go ahead sign. I needed to start working my way to her. She pulled her shirt back down and rested next to me touching her leg to mine. I relaxed my arm and it came to rest on that smooth thigh. Goose bumps on my arms and knots in my throat.
She slumped against my shoulder and her right breast touched my arm. I began rubbing lightly on her thigh also stroke her tit with my elbow. She moved her right arm forward from her waist, onto my leg and ever so lightly pinched my manhood.
I turned my head towards hers, looked at her chest, slid my other arm to her belly and up to the goal of her left breast.
The rest will come soon. Time does not allow me to conclude.
After high school I worked at a large chain grocery as a bagger. I was immature with little experience gaining a womans favor. Not a virgin, but disappointed in my abilities. When you looked at me, you saw a 6', strong medium built, dark haired boy of 19.
My interests in girls my age was expected, but I knew I wanted the older lady to teach me. This must have been written on the billboard that was my face.
Working at the store, I noticed all the cashiers. Those possible and those who were beyond consideration. In the middle of this group was Jan. I thought of her very little. The longer I worked there the more I knew about my coworkers. 19 year olds love to flirt even with the lost causes. Jan was becoming one of the biggest flirts.
Jan wasn't much to look at. Taller than average 5'10" - 5'11", long waving brown hair and a little on the heavy side. Her weight was up because she was 5 months pregnant. She was married to a local military guy. I've never met him face to face. He dropped her off for work, but never came in to be social.
Flirting with Jan became daily and so often started by her. I liked to play along. The attention was addictive.
My shift started one afternoon as Jan's was close to ending. While stocking bags at her register we chatted about TV show I watched late night. She asked me to drop buy and hang out after closing. I said why not, I live a mile or two from her street, this is just another have a beer at the house thing I did all the time.
I can tell what some are thinking. "This is BS. No way he thinks it's innocent!"
Try to think of me as completely with out a clue and you are still giving me too much credit. I was foolish to say the least.
Her small 2 bedroom had nothing fancy. Second hand furniture and old carpet. She took care of it. Just a place to hang your hat is all it was. I drove up and she looked out the door to greet me. After letting me in I took a seat on the couch and she got me a Coke. Not what I hoped for but thats were I stopped caring about it.
She had changed after work into real lay around the house close. Stuff you are comfortable in, but not even walk to the mail box in. A very loose V-neck T-shirt showing how far her chest stuck out without a bra. Those nipples were nice, showing a little. My eyes were caught. The shirt stopped above her big ass, letting you see her tight shorts. I watch her walk around the room back and forth. Trying to act like I was watching the TV with the Late Show on.
I started thinking about her body. A woman who had been under my radar. I didn't want to get into trouble with her husband. By the way, were could he be? I found out he decided to go out of town for the night. She didn't say anymore and I didn't care to ask. I was on full alert starring at a skimpy dressed woman. How do I move forward? Do I move forward? Do I have a clue if I'm here for conversation or carinal plessure?
So I continued to sit there babbling about nothing watching her take care of dishes in the open kitchen next to living room. The couch had a great view of her backside, which I gazed over every inch.
When she finished she turned out the kitchen light making things dark all of the sudden. The TV was the only light in the living room. As she walked past me my angle from the couch showed just the hint of the underside of her breast. I love tits, there's no other way to say it. They get me hot right now everytime I get to see them.
She sat at the other end of the couch. A minute later she got up to check something. I watched those jugs pass again. Out of the back room she walked out and checked the lock on the front door. My jeans were so tight with my young erection pushing up. She moved back pasted the couch when her she bent over to the end table to get the remote control. This let her shirt rise up and her breasts hang lose. Then she stood up hiding them. She apologised for the slip up. She didn't want to make me uncomfortable.
I shook my head and told her it was O.K.
At this point I froze. Thinking back to my actions, how could I have not known those blatent signals. I still laugh at myself.
She moved next to me on the couch to explain how much better her tits felt without the bras that nolonger fit. Now that the wonderful titty fairy had arrived and started filling them. She lifted the shirt to show me those most wonderful globes and how her belly was just rounding out from the growing baby.
I finally woke up. Here is a woman with her top pulled up for you, it's got to be a go ahead sign. I needed to start working my way to her. She pulled her shirt back down and rested next to me touching her leg to mine. I relaxed my arm and it came to rest on that smooth thigh. Goose bumps on my arms and knots in my throat.
She slumped against my shoulder and her right breast touched my arm. I began rubbing lightly on her thigh also stroke her tit with my elbow. She moved her right arm forward from her waist, onto my leg and ever so lightly pinched my manhood.
I turned my head towards hers, looked at her chest, slid my other arm to her belly and up to the goal of her left breast.
The rest will come soon. Time does not allow me to conclude.