Discoveries of Three

by aaaFantasy

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, mt/Fa, Fa/ft, Consensual, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A 14 year old boy is taught about sex by an older woman then she helps him get a girlfriend.

The first time I saw her I was fourteen. I was cutting between two apartment buildings because I was late from coming back from playing baseball with some classmates at our school. The area between the two buildings is only three feet wide and is primarily only used for the large air-condition units for both apartment buildings. I liked running between these two buildings specifically because the AC units acted like an obstacle course. I would dodge around them as if they were football defenders and I was the hero running back or they were Roman soldiers and I was an enemy dodging through them, cutting them down as I passed.

On this day I spun, hand out to stiff arm the defender, when I tripped over a forgotten tricycle. I went down with a “shit“ and skinned my knee on pieces of broken brick. I took off my shirt and used it to hold against my knee to stop the slow rising beads of blood. It was a hot day and having my shirt off so the slight breeze cooled my chest was a bigger relief then pressing the shirt to the wound.

Then I looked up and could see right into the window of what I assumed was one of the apartment’s bedrooms. With the weird angled view I had by sitting on the ground I mostly could see just ceiling, but then I noticed I could see a portion of a mirror that was mounted on a dresser. At the time I could not see the dresser but only discovered at a later date there was even a dresser. What I did see though was the bare shoulder and long blonde hair of the apartment’s resident. Just a peek of chin and the corner of her red lips were seeable in the mirror because her bare arm blocked her face where she was combing or brushing her hair. My imagination told me she must be naked and I grew hard where only I have ever touched.

I slowly rose, trying to ignore the sting in my knee and trying to keep silent as not to alert her of my presence outside her window. Of course I was paying her more attention then my feet and I stepped on a wheel on the upturned tricycle and again went to the gravel, this time much louder, and skinned my other knee.

Above me I heard the window slide open and when I looked up I saw the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen; the sunlight behind her gave her an angelic halo, and I was in love. She cooed; “Oh, poor thing. Don’t move I’ll be out in a second.” I was so embarrassed that she saw me sprawled out below her window, but the stinging pain on my knees kept me from leaping up and fleeing like a rabbit from a fox.

When she came around the building she was wrapped in a teal housecoat, and I knew she didn’t have time to put on any other clothing and must be nude underneath. I was in a strange predicament; I needed to keep my legs slightly bent so that the injured knees hurt less, but the image of this goddess before me played through my mind overlaid with the bare flesh my friends and I have ogled over in Playboys stolen from our dads and my erection was too obvious and I could do nothing to hide it.

She squatted down beside me, which split open the housecoat up to her knees and I was given a wonderful view of her bare calves. They were well muscular in a feminine way, like a swimmer’s or a dancer’s. She made no show of seeing, or being upset by my erection, but instead looked over my two injuries.

She asked if I could stand and she stood back for me to try. It hurt, but macho-ism made me bite my tongue and bear it. She took my hand and slowly led me around the back of the building to the first sliding glass doors which must lead into her apartment. I was speechless from the touch of her soft hand on mine, and I just let her lead me where ever she willed. At least the soreness from walking made my erection disappear.

She sat me on the end of her frilly bed and told me she needed to disinfect my knees so they don’t get infected. I just nodded.

She entered the little bathroom which opened off the bedroom she brought me to. I was watching her open the medicine cabinet when I realized that I was alone in a beautiful woman’s bedroom; even sitting on her bed, and my erection returned. I quickly placed my hands over my lap which probably only brought more attention to the bulge, but I didn’t know better; I was only fourteen.

I guessed my nurse to be thirty, and I was in love.

I looked over at the window and realized it was the one I was just under. Then I looked over to the dresser and mirror that she was standing at when I first saw her and there laid the brush she was using. I wanted to run over and take some strands of hair, but realized that was just too creepy.

She returned with a handful of tissue, gauze, and a small tube of medication cream. She sat it beside my leg and she again knelled down, this time in front of me so that her chest was even with my knees since I was sitting on her bed. The front of her housecoat was slightly open and I could just see her cleavage.

As she started to clean my knees she asked me my name. I squeaked out; Robert. She smiled up to me; “Please to meet you Robert; I’m Ruth. This may hurt a little, if so; I’m sorry.” Her hands felt so warm on my bare legs and even with the pain of her cleaning my skinned knees my erection was not going away.

She coated both knees with antibiotic and then covered each with large Band-Aids. The entire time I was just staring past her chin and into her slightly opened housecoat. All of the top of her breast was in view to me and I was hypnotized by her swollen nipples. I could not believe I was mere inches from a grown woman’s bare chest and it wasn’t some men’s magazine photo.

I was startled out of my daydream of touching them when she suddenly leaned forward so they were no longer in view and kissed each bandaged knee with a; “There, all better.”

She then stood and asked me if I’d like a cola or iced tea. I think I nodded because shortly I was sitting at her small fold-up kitchen table sipping cold tea from a sweating glass. She asked me if I would want to stop by after school and help clear out the trash in the alley so some other poor kid doesn’t hurt themselves like I did. Of course I agreed; anything to spend some more time with this goddess.

All the rest of that day I sleep-walked through my chores, homework and dinner. Then laying in bed I kept seeing images of her wonderful chest and imagined what they felt like while I masturbated. I never came as much as I did that time.

The next day it felt like school would never end, but finally it did and I quickly ran off without waiting to hang out with my friends. I had an alley to help clear out.

Ruth was waiting for me at her back, sliding glass door with trash bags and other items needed to clean the alley. I didn’t notice any of it because she was dressed in the tightest and shortest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. I could not see how she could squat down to clean the alley without them ripping off her like some erotic Incredible Hulk. Her top was a tube-top just wide enough to hold in her breasts, but so tight her nipples were pushed out in perfect form. I was suddenly erect as was becoming usual around her.

Her smile was huge when she saw me and came out to great me with a hug; she smelled good, like fresh shampoo and just a hint of female sweat.

We worked hard for an hour during which I spent most of that time stealing peaks at her lovely chest or at how her ass cheeks pushed out of the bottom of her shorts teasingly. I don’t know if it was the hard work and sun or my hormones from watching her but either way I was sweating a lot and my shirt was soaked, so I took it off to be more comfortable.

After a couple of minutes I was startled by her hand running down my back; “Don’t you find it unfair that a boy can take off his shirt but us girls can’t?”

I stuttered out something about sorry for being hot. She just smiled and told me it was break time and we went into her kitchen for glasses of iced tea.

Sitting at the table, me with bare top, her in the tight tube-top, she brought up her previous observation. “What I meant was; isn’t it odd that society makes it taboo for a girl to wear no shirt but it is okay for a boy?”

I didn’t know what taboo meant, but I got her meaning, too embarrassed to speak, I just shrugged.

“There really isn’t much different between the two, only shape.” With that she walked around the table and ran her hand on my chest. “Where you are hard and muscular, I am soft, but we both have skin and nipples.”

I was frozen and excited. Her hand on my chest was obviously sexual, but I did not know how to react. I think I actually sighed in disappointment when she removed her hand and stepped back from me. My disappointment was short lived when she suddenly pulled her tube-top off over her head.

I was entranced by her lovely bare chest, and even more surprised when she took my hand and pressed my palm against one of her large breasts as she asked me; “See very similar, don’t you think.”

I didn’t know what was expected of me so I just answered the first thing that came to my mind; “I would rather touch yours.”

She smiled down at me and leaned forward; “You are so sweet, kid;” then she kissed me. I just sat there and let her push her tongue into my mouth while she held my hand to her breast. Then she stood up and told me; “It’s getting late; don’t want to piss the parents off, you better get home. Come back after school tomorrow so we can finish the alley.”

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