Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
I headed in that direction as an elderly lady, dressed as a princess, taped my elbow and whispered, “That’s a cupboard my dear, the door you are looking for is behind those curtains over there.”
I smiled nervously and thanked her. I pushed on the door that should have had the word ‘PULL’ on it, and closed my eyes as I heard laughter behind me. I didn’t look back but moved into the lavatory area.
With all white tiles, hushed tones, and soft music playing, a heavy, sweet fragrance sat in the air. First impressions, posh, very very bloody posh, too good for the likes of me. My first thought was, in fact almost too nice to be used. I stood there in awe as the door opened behind me and the elderly lady who had helped me, walked in and caught me gawking, literally. My mouth was open.
She smiled as she put her hand on my hip and guided me away from the door. “If you stand there, you’ll get knocked over” she intimated with a smile in her voice. “Your first visit here, is it?” she asked politely. As she went towards the washbasins to wash her hands. I looked around in total amazement.
“Standing in the doorway, with your mouth open will get you one of two things.” she stated “propositioned or knocked down. The cubicles are around there.” She gestured with her elbow. Did I stick out that much? I asked myself. I smiled and thanked her again and found the nearest loo and did what I had to do.
By the time I had returned to the washroom, it was empty. I tidied myself up after washing and drying my hands and re-entered the waiting room. Which was still busy with chatting women, still smoking, and some laughing. It seems this was a social gathering place for us women.
I walked casually back to our table; Paul was sitting there with a smile on his face. I smiled as I approached and he stood up and began to speak, clearing his throat as if to ask for silence but in fact, he was just clearing his throat. “All ok?” He enquired. I smiled back at him thinking, I have just gone to the loo, and you are asking if I’m OK. He held out his hand to me and I took it instinctively. He was acting quite strange from the boy I was used to. I saw him in a different light. He had grown up a little, matured.
As we walked out, he asked if I had enjoyed the meal. “It was a bit on the rich side but ok,” I replied. He then produced two tickets to Wests Theatre to see ‘Love Story’ with Ryan O’Neal and Ali McGraw. Oh, wow I thought sarcastically, a real picture theatre. The theme of the movie ran through my head, nice.
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