“I know what you're looking at,” she said, “but you're not getting an explanation, at least not today. Right now just enjoy the view—I think I owe you this after yesterday afternoon. Oh… and yes, I am enjoying it, maybe as much as you are.”
After a minute she walked toward me and edged past through the doorway—I was too dumfounded to move. She passed facing me and I felt her hard nipples graze my tee-shirt. Then she disappeared around the corner while I just stood there with my mouth gaping open.
I hurried straight back to the basement. I dropped my shorts and masturbated more furiously than ever before. I was so wound up I came within minutes, shooting cum onto the boxes and furniture. I sat down and tried to collect myself, I had never experienced anything so sexy. Until that point, my sexual experience amounted to kissing and light petting. I'd enjoyed peeks down blouses and up skirts but never a real live pussy, let alone a bald one.
After I calmed down a bit more I decided to throw myself into my work and clear my head. Now and then I would pass Magda in the hall as I moved boxes up to the garage. She was dressed in her whites and all business except for the occasional warm smile.
As I worked, I longed to repeat my therapy session from the day before. Unfortunately though, I had to admit that I was feeling much better today. Whatever magic she had done had really worked. I was preparing to leave later that afternoon when I heard a client enter up stairs. I knew then for sure there would be no joy for me that day. I climbed the stairs and stopped by her office to say goodbye.
“I'm all done for the day Magda, I'll see you Monday,” I called out.
“Okay, Rick,” I heard her call from another room, “have a nice weekend. See you early again Monday morning?”
My heart leaped into my throat. “Yeah, for sure, count on it,” I called back.
The weekend couldn't move quickly enough for me as I anticipated what awaited me on Monday morning. After three nights of rubbing the skin off my cock, I was walking back on Monday, a little earlier than the previous Friday. I unlocked the door and looked toward the kitchen, no one there. Figuring I was too early, I went downstairs to regroup and wait for signs of life. I heard her shower running and after another minute it stopped. A few minutes later I heard her walk from her room to the kitchen.
“Are you down there Rick?” Her voice came from the top of the stairs.
“Yes I am,” my voice cracked from strain.
“Do you want to come up for tea or coffee?” She asked.
“Sure, be right up.”
My heart was beating as I climbed the stairs and rounded the corner to the kitchen. As I entered though, my hopes were dashed when I saw Magda wearing a full-length sheer silk housecoat. She was pouring herself a coffee and offered me one. I normally didn't drink the stuff but I accepted, just for a reason to stay. We sat at the glass breakfast table and talked.
“You were hoping for a repeat of Friday, weren't you?” She began.
I nodded.
“Well, I needed to talk to you about that and this morning was my only free time today. We need to discuss what I did on Friday and the day before,” she began.
“Do you realize know how much older I am and that, well… you'd be considered pretty young for me? You're what, eighteen?”
“Seventeen,” I admitted looking away.
“Seven… oh my God,” she almost gasped.
“There could be severe repercussions for what we did and what it might lead to. Not the therapy of course, the other stuff. Your mother is a friend and I'm also very well respected in the sports and business communities. People trust me with their children to train and nurture them as athletes. A scandal involving a young man could mean serious trouble for my business, do you understand?”
“I do… I mean, I understand,” I stammered. “But, can I just tell you one thing? What you showed me on Friday was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. I would die before telling anyone about it. Even if you never do anything like that again, I'll always remember your generosity to me. Thank you so much Magda.”
She was moved by my little speech and she thanked me. Then she stood from her chair and as she walked back toward the door, she stopped.
“Shit!... Shit! Shit!” She hissed. Clearly frustrated by something, she turned back and walked up to me in the chair. She pulled the silk tie on her robe and let both sides slip away. Her luscious body was exposed to me once more.
“I can't leave it that way after what you said. Here's something extra for you to remember me by,” she said as she stood there mere inches from my face.
My head was swimming and my hormones overloaded my senses. I could smell her essence; feel the warmth radiating from her body. Her lusty swollen nipples were so close. I thought to myself, if this is my last meal I'm going for it. I leaned forward and took a stiff, plump nipple into my mouth. It felt wonderful as I sucked it and tickled it with my tongue. Her response was immediate but confusing.
“Oh God… God… no,” she moaned loudly, “We can't do this Rick, no, please stop.”
My brain was about to explode again but somehow, I stopped and leaned back.
“I'm so sorry,” I apologized, “but I just couldn't help it, your nipples are just so incredible I couldn't resist, I'm so sorry.”
She grunted, placed her hand at the back of my head and pulled me back to her tit. I resumed suckling her right boob as I fondled and pinched the left one. She moaned softly as I continued. With the miniscule experience that I had, I knew nothing about pleasuring pussies beyond what I'd read. My hand found its way to her dripping wet slit and I was shocked at how much my it dripped with her moisture.
I rubbed her juices all over her swollen lips as her musky scent filled the air between us. My fingers were coated and I instinctively brought them to my mouth and sucked on them. I went back again for more, I was so overcome by my first taste of pussy. So delicious, so fragrant, it was a first that would haunt me for years after.
“Oh my god this is SO wrong,” Magda struggled to say. “Please stop now Rick. Please stop.”
Again I did as she asked and she moved over and sat down in the other chair. Her robe was still open and I reveled in the view through the glass tabletop.
“Your so sweet and wonderful,” Magda said, “but we just can't be doing this. I could lose everything, don't you understand?”
“Yes, of course I do,” I replied, “but I can be quiet—I know better than most how to keep a secret. Please believe me, I will never tell a soul about us—not my parents and especially not my friends. I'll do whatever you want me to, without question.”
“I have to get on with my day,” she said, “we won't be able to talk again before tomorrow but we will talk more.”
She got up and went to her room and I headed for the basement. The rest of the day went smoothly and I got a lot accomplished as I threw myself into my work. All day long I could hear people coming and going. This was the busiest I had seen her. Around three she called down to tell me she was leaving for the rest of the day. She said she would see me again in the morning and then she left. I worked for another hour then headed home.
