Swimming Lessons

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After Dad left, maa and I moved into the Condo apartment she received from

the divorce settlement. It was nice enough, but I was sixteen, and starting

to feel the urges that a young boy of that age should start feeling. It was

a city high-rise building with its own pool, but most of the tenants were

older than I. All my friends lived a good distance away, so I really only

saw them at school. I was a bit of a loner in a lot of ways, so it didn’t

bother me all that much. I guess I should tell you that my name is Billu. My

Mom’s name is Lalita. We get along okay, I guess… more so now Dad is gone.

I spent a lot of time at home except for a part-time job that I had

delivering groceries for the market on the first floor of the building. I

sort of enjoyed the pool, so I spent a lot of time down there. It was late

spring, and warm enough already for swimming. I usually went for a dip when

I came home from school just before I went down to the market to start my

job. There were a few women there, and I enjoyed watching them in their

skimpy bathing suits, but they were all a little too old to be approachable

by a boy of my age. Some of them looked at me too, and I liked that.

There was one especially that always seemed to be watching me when I came

down for my daily swim. She was in her early thirties, and reminded me of

one of the models that I looked at in the magazines that I kept in my

bedside drawer. She was about 5′ 6″ tall, and well built. She always seemed

to prefer bikinis to any other sort of swim suit. She also seemed to like

me sneaking looks at her.

She was there today too, and wearing a skimpy green bikini that got my

hormones raging. I horsed around in the pool, and surfaced in front of her

a few times to get a better look. She smiled at me each time I did. I

fooled around a bit more, staring at her gorgeous tits every chance I got.

Finally it was time to go to work. maa was working late, so I was on my

own. I went up to the apartment and got changed.

Things at the market went as they did on any other day. There were the

usual rush orders from the tenants that had to be delivered before dinner,

so I busied myself with running up and down in the elevators like always.

Finally it was seven o’clock, and time for me to go home to do homework.

Mr. Cucci, the owner, said that there was just one more order to go, and

since it was in the building and a charge order, I could take it, and then

just go straight home. I picked up the large bag, and headed out the door

to take it where it belonged.

The apartment to which the order was destined was on the twenty-first

floor, so it took a few minutes to get there. I really didn’t want to go

home to that homework. I would be alone as usual since maa wouldn’t get

there until about nine. I rang the bell at the apartment, and was greeted

by the woman whom I’d seen in the bikini down by the pool earlier.

She was dressed in a blue dress with buttons down the front. Her dark

blonde hair hung down to her shoulders, and on her feet she had blue

leather shoes with high spike heels. She looked beautiful, and I couldn’t

help staring for a moment when she opened the door.

“Oh! Hi,” she said, “you’re the boy from the pool, aren’t you? Could you

bring that into the kitchen for me?”

I nodded. It was about all I could manage at that point. I carried the

package into the kitchen, and heard her close the door to follow me.

“Thanks,” she said when we reached the kitchen. “I don’t think that I could

have managed that on my own, and I know the sort of muscles you have from

seeing you at the pool.”

I thanked her for the compliment, and placed the bag on the counter.

“There,” I said. “I like that pool a lot. I’ve seen you out there too.”

“I know you have,” she said with a knowing smile on her face. “What’s your

name?”

“Billu,” I said, staring at her gorgeous tits.

“Mine’s Sarita,” she replied, “We see each other so often down by the pool,

we really ought to know each other. You’re working late tonight, aren’t

you, Billu? Mr. Cucci usually brings things up himself when I call this

late.”

“No,” I answered, “this is my last delivery. I go home after this.”

“Oh?,” Sarita said with a touch of irony in her voice. “I guess your maa has

dinner waiting?”

“Nah,” I answered, “Mom won’t be home for a couple of hours yet. I just

have to read a few pages of History, and then watch some TV until she gets

home.”

Sarita looked at me strangely for a moment, and then her face changed back

into a smile. “Why don’t you stay here for a little while? I’m all alone, and I wouldn’t

mind the company. We could watch television, or talk, or something. If

we’re friends now, we should get to know each other better, right? What

about it?”

That didn’t sound like a bad idea, al all! I was a little tired of spending

all that time at home alone anyway, besides Sarita looked and smelled sooooo

good.

“Sure,” I said. “I can do my homework later. It isn’t much.”

“Great,” Sarita said. “Why don’t you go sit on the sofa, and I’ll get us a

couple of Cokes, that is… unless you would like a beer?”

“Um, yeah,” I said, trying to sound mature “… a beer is fine.” I just

hoped that maa wouldn’t smell it on me when she came home.

“Okay”, Sarita smiled. “You go on inside, and I’ll be back in a minute.”

It didn’t take long for Sarita to join me on the sofa. She put two beers down

on the coffee table, and we each took one for a sip.

“You spend a lot of time hanging around here. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

I was becoming a little uneasy with the way her questioning was going, but

I was also becoming rather aroused with looking at her. She was wearing a

perfume that was getting to me too! I liked her, and I wanted to be her

friend. I also wanted to talk to someone about the things that I was

feeling. My dad was away too much for me to get a good talk going with him,

and maa wasn’t the right one to talk to. I decided to see just where the

conversation was going to go.

“No,” I said, “I’ve never been out with a girl on a real date. I dance with

them sometimes when I go to the school dances, but that is about as far as

things have gone. I don’t go to many dances anyway.”

Sarita looked me straight in the eye, and asked, “Then you’re still a virgin?”

“Yes!” I blurted out.

The question had hit hard. The last thing that a boy wants to admit to a

woman like Sarita is that he is a virgin, but the question had taken me by

surprise. I had answered truthfully, but I was sort of already regretting

that I did.

“That’s all right,” Sarita said. “It won’t be a permanent condition. Have you

ever kissed a girl, Billu?”

“No,” I answered not knowing what she had in mind.

“Would you like to kiss me?” she asked.

This was definitely not what I had expected when I came up here, but I had

to admit that I wanted to kiss her very much.

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Do you really mean it?”

Sarita smiled at me and just nodded. Jesus I couldn’t believe my luck!

Then, she leaned over, and brought her face close to mine. The fragrance of

her perfume filled my nostrils, and I could feel other parts of me lower

down reacting too! I pressed my face to hers, and our lips met. I’d never

felt anything like this before. I didn’t know what to think about it, but I

did know that it felt very, very nice!

“There, now you know what it feels like to kiss a girl”, Sarita said when she

broke the kiss. “Did you like it?”

That was a silly question.

“Sure! It was great!”, I answered a little to enthusiastically. “I never

kissed anyone but my maa and my aunt, but they never kissed me like that

before.”

Sarita giggled.

“Well, I should hope not,” she said. “Would you like to know more about

women?” I didn’t know what she had planned, but if it meant kissing her

again, I was all for it!

“Yeah, sure!” I said, trying to hide my eagerness.

“Okay, put your arms around me, and we’ll try another kiss,” Sarita said.

She slid over on the sofa, so her thigh was pressing against mine. That

felt good too! I put an arm around her back, and she nestled into it. Again

our lips pressed together, and again I felt those same stirring in my

crotch. It was all I could do to keep from messing my pants! We kissed

longer this time, and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. I

moved my hand down a bit, and felt her bra under her dress. She didn’t

protest. We broke the kiss, and Sarita said, “Do you like my breasts?” I

swallowed hard, and said, “Yeah,” in a strained voice. “Would you like to

see them?” “Yeah!,” I said.

Sarita sat up on the sofa, and unbuttoned her dress down to the waist. Under

it, she was wearing a bra of aqua lace. It was sheer, and I could see the

shadow of the dark circles of her areola and nipples through it.

“Would you like to touch them, Billu?” she asked.

“Ohhh, yeah,” I answered, unable to hide my pleasure any longer.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, and lifted them. They were large and

firm, and weighed more than I had expected. I’d seen them under her bikini

top out by the pool enough times, but I never thought I would get the

chance to hold them like this.

“When you do get a girlfriend,” Sarita said, “make sure she has big breasts

like mine. Would you like to see more?”

“Shit, yeah!” I answered enthusiastically.

Sarita stood in front of me, and said, “This dress is only in the way now,”

and unbuttoned the rest of it letting it slip from her shoulders. She

tossed it over a chair. Below her waist, she was wearing a sheer aqua

garter-belt and panties that matched the bra. Her stockings were sheer too,

and I could see the dark V-shaped outline of her choot at her crotch. I was

fully hard now, and my lund was straining for release in my pants. I didn’t

know how much more of this I could stand before I had to do something about

that.

“I think we can dispense with my bra too, if you don’t mind. Would you

unhook it for me?” she asked. Sarita turned her back to me, and lifted up her

long hair, so it no longer covered the clasp. I stood, and clumsily

unhooked it. She held it up with her hands at her tits, and said, “Okay,

sit down again, please, honey.” I loved the way she called me honey, it

made my lund twitch.

Sarita turned to face me again, and let the bra fall to the floor. Her

breasts spilled out in front of me, and I couldn’t help but stare at them.

I had seen women’s breasts before in the magazines, but not this way. They

were beautiful! They were round and globular, and each one ended with a

dainty nipple at its tip. Sarita posed for me that way for a moment, and then

bent over me letting her breasts hang in front of my face.

“Would you like to suck my nipples?” she breathed.

“Oh, yeah,” I answered.

I took one of Sarita’s nipples in my mouth. I guess there is some remembrance

of the technique from when we are suckled by our Ammas, and I sucked

gently on it making Sarita give out a little moan.

“Let me sit down,” she said, “so we can be more comfortable.”

Sarita turned to sit on my lap. Her bottom came down softly, but she got a

sort of surprised look on her face, and said, “Oh! What have we here? It

feels as if there is something hard in your lap under my hot little ass. I

just wonder what that could be?” I looked at her with a little bit of

embarrassment, but she said, “Well, we’ll soon take care of that. I’ve

shown you what I have. How about showing me some of what you’ve got down

there?”

Sarita stood up again, and gently tugged me to standing too. She took the

bottom of my T-shirt in her hands, and pulled it up and off of me. It

joined her dress and bra over on the chair. Her hands went to my waist,

unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my zipper. One hand entered my fly, and

touched my lund through my briefs.

“Ooooooh,” she said, “you’re a big boy aren’t you, Billu. Mmmmm, I like

that!”

Sarita tugged my pants down, and made me sit again. She knelt in front of me,

and removed my sneakers and socks. Then she pulled off my pants, and tossed

them on the chair as well. Then she stood again, and got me to stand in

front of her. My lund was bulging my briefs way out, and she looked down at

in with a big smile on her face.

“Well, we’ll just have to see what all that swelling is,” she said.

Sarita dropped to her knees, and caressed my lund through the fabric. Her

hands went to the waistband of my briefs, and she slipped her thumbs

inside. In a swift motion, she pulled them down to my ankles, and my lund

jumped forward pointing straight at her face. I stepped out of the briefs,

and they too were tossed aside.

“My, but you do have a big one for someone of your age,” Sarita said. “Sit

down, and I’ll see what I can do about the swelling.”

I sat down, and Sarita moved between my legs on her knees. Her long nails

raked gently over my thighs, and the pressure in my young balls grew even

more.

“Don’t worry,” she said with a playful giggle, “I’m not going to bite

you…. much!”

Sarita opened her mouth, and took the length of my lund inside. My lund is

almost seven inches long, so it surprised me that she got it all in. She

let it slide back out again running her warm lips over it all the way. She

ran her tongue around the head, and poked the tip of it into my piss-choot

to taste the drop of pre-cum that was already oozing from it.

“I don’t think this will take long,” she said, and took my lund back into

her mouth.

It didn’t take long at all. I was almost ready to cum right there and then,

but I tried to hold back as long as I could. Sarita began a smooth up and

down motion sliding my lund in and out of her mouth. It felt absolutely

wonderful! Her warm. moist lips were all over my lund, and I leaned my head

back, closed my eyes, and began to moan with pleasure until I could hold

out no longer, and unloaded all the pressure that was in my balls in a hot

jet of cum into Sarita’s waiting mouth.

Sarita took all I had to give, and didn’t miss a drop. She swallowed it all

down, and licked me clean when I was finished. I could see her savoring the

last few drops on her tongue before she swallowed them too. Then she moved

up to sit on the sofa next to me. She just sat there playing with my lund

in her hand while I recovered.

“Did you like your first blow-job, baby?” she asked.

“Yeahhhhh!” I answered.

“You have a nice lund, Billu” Sarita said. “I like it. I hope this isn’t the

last time I’m going to see it.” Before I could say anything by way of

answering her, she said, “Now that I’ve seen your lund, would you like to

see my choot, honey?”

“Yeahhhh!,” I answered again. I sounded like a cracked gramaphone record,

but Sarita didn’t seem to care, she was obviously just as horny as I was.

Sarita stood in front of me again. She bent forward letting her breasts hang

down, and unhooked her stockings from her garter-belt. She reached behind

her, and unsnapped the garter-belt to toss it aside with her other clothes.

She sat on the edge of the chair that had all the clothes on it, and took

off her shoes. Then she slid off her stockings, and stood again before me.

“Pull my panties off, Billu,” Sarita said.

I reached up, and took hold of the narrow elastic band at her waist that

held up her panties. Her skin felt so soft when I touched it that I wanted

to spend some time just doing that, but the shadow of the dark patch at

Sarita’s crotch was beckoning me to other things. I slid her panties down

very gently, and there before my eyes was her choot! I had also seen this

in the magazines, but never this way. I stared at it for some moments, and

Sarita put her hand on my shoulder to steady herself while she stepped out of

her panties. I tossed them on the chair. We were both completely naked.

“I know a more comfortable place for the rest of this,” Sarita said, “Follow

me, lover!”

I stood, and walked after her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass as we

walked. I liked the way the cheeks bounced up and down as her legs moved,

and the gentle sway in her hips. My lund was hard again by now, if it had

ever really gotten soft, and was waving back and forth in front of me as we

walked. Sarita led me into her bedroom, and turned down the covers on the

bed. She lay down on her back with her legs spread just a little bit. God,

she was a gorgeous sight! I drew in my breath and moved towards the bed,

ogling her furry choot.

“Come here, you gorgeous kid”, Sarita said, reaching out her arms to me.

I lay down next to her, and put my arms around her without her asking me to

do it. I guess I felt that we knew each other well enough by now to do that

while we were in bed together. I pressed my lips against Sarita’s, and we

kissed again. This time, however, the kiss was just a little different than

earlier. Sarita parted her lips, and pressed her tongue forward. It pressed

against my teeth, so I opened my mouth, and her tongue touched mine. It

felt very good! Our tongues began to roll around each other in my mouth,

and then I pressed mine forward to taste the sweetness inside Sarita’s mouth.

Her hand slid down to my lund, and began to play with it again. In between

kisses, Sarita whimpered, “Touch my choot, Billu. Play with my choot!” I moved

my hand onto the soft flesh of her thighs, and they parted. I ran my hand

gently along the skin, and felt hair against my fingers. I pressed further,

and found that under the hair was a warm, moist choot that felt very good

when I put my fingers into it, and apparently made Sarita feel good too if

the gentle sigh that I heard when I touched her was any indication. She

broke our kissing again to ask, “Would you like to chodo mujhe, Billu?”

“Oh, shit yeah!” I blurted. “Can I?”

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