Coming of age

In my last year of school I was 18 with a high libido but also a 'good girl' with only limited sexual experiences. I took a weekend job at the local bakery to earn a bit of play money.  The manager was a blonde, thin, nervy woman, Corrine.  The owner, Michael, was there sometimes to cook or to ensure things were running smoothly.  Michael was in his forties - Greek, stocky, quiet - and I was slightly nervous around him.

As with the other girls, I wore a white uniform, similar to a nurses uniform.  I worked hard and was never told off, aside from once being told by Corrine that if Michael was there I should say good morning.  I had previously been quiet owing to my nerves and the fact he had never spoken to me.

One Saturday, a couple of months after starting, I was in the kitchen behind the service area and leaning in to an oven to pull out a tray.  Michael walked past and as he did I felt his cock brush up against my bum.  Well I thought I did anyway but was so inexperienced that I wasn't entirely sure.  Besides which, Michael was married and rarely spoke to me.

In spite of my being unsure, the experience made me extremely wet and aroused.  I went home after work and spent the entire evening pleasuring myself and thinking about the feeling of his clothed cock on my backside while I did.

Over the next few weeks the secretive fondling increased.  Michael's intentions were clear and I was a very willing recipient to the attention.  One afternoon I was the last girl on shift and Michael sent Corrine on an errand, which enabled us to speak about what was going on...and also for Michael to unzip my uniform, feel my breasts and rub me through my panties.

We agreed that Michael would collect me from the train station after school on Tuesday.  When the day came, I was tense with nervous anticipation and excitement.  We drove to a hotel, I stayed in the car wearing sunglasses to hide my age (I'd changed from my uniform after school).  Once in the hotel room Michael undressed himself and me. 

We lay on the bed and he taught me how to touch him in a way that felt good for him, and for the first time I experienced the pleasure of a mans mouth on my pussy and a tongue on my clitorous.  I was not a virgin, Michael was second in that regard, but he certainly knew a lot more than the teen who'd been my first.  Michael took his time to make me throbbing, aching and wet before placing his body over mine and sliding himself inside me.  I enjoyed several climaxes both under and on top of Michael in the short two hours that followed, and was eager for more. 

The meets continued until a few weeks before I was due to leave for university in another state.  Michael had wanted to put me in an apartment while I studied so that the affair continued, but I knew it was time to move on.  Before leaving, he asked me if I would indulge him in a fantasy, which I did.  But that is another tale for another time.