Late Bloomer by AlwaysHungry

Late Bloomer by AlwaysHungry

Discover a tantalizing late bloomer adult sex story that will leave you wanting more. Dive into a world of passion, desire, and unexpected connections in this sizzling tale.<br/>
Mrs. Gehres had set out to raise a perfectionist. Theirs was a humble, working-class household, and she had no illusions about being able to send little Gabriele to college, but she believed in hard work and perseverance, and it brought her joy when Gabriele embraced this philosophy. Her daughter excelled in high school, showed no interest in dating or any other questionable teenage pastimes, and expressed no regrets about not going to college. Instead, immediately upon getting her high school diploma, Gabriele sought an entry-level job as a clerk in a Fortune 500 corporation, and concentrated on doing that job with single-minded devotion. It did not take long for management to recognize, and then reward, that devotion.

25 years later, Gabriele Gehres was the administrative assistant to one of the top executives in the firm, a tall, striking woman with long raven-black hair named Carolyn Ransom. For Carolyn, Gabriele was indispensable. She knew everything about how the company operated, she didn’t make mistakes, and she would work overtime without hesitation. Carolyn trusted Gabriele implicitly, which was why it was such a heartbreaking moment, after the crash of 2008, when she had to inform her that the firm was bankrupt.

Carolyn wasn’t worried about Gabriele’s livelihood — she had personally stepped in to ensure that Gabriele was paid every penny she was worth, and that was quite substantial. Plus, Gabriele seemed to have no interest in a life outside the firm, so it was likely that her salary had been piling up in a bank account somewhere and she was probably set for life. Carolyn was more worried that Gabriele, who had given so much to the firm, would be terribly depressed, now that the firm was gone.

As it turned out, her fears were unjustified. Gabriele had succeeded in her life because of talent combined with remarkable self-discipline, and she had no intention of wallowing in self-pity over matters she did not control. Gabriele, upon receiving the news of the firm’s insolvency, decided that this would be a good time to take a vacation, something that she had never done during her 25 years with the company.

Now Gabriele was sitting in her comfortable mid-town apartment, trying to decide what to do on her vacation. She had never felt the need to make such a decision before; when all she thought about was her job, life was simple and uncomplicated. It was just work, work, work, then grab some take-out and go home to watch some old sitcoms on TV before heading to bed and repeating the process the next day.

And here it was, the middle of the day, no work to be done. Gabriele sat on her couch in front of the big-screen TV, and she decided to watch a movie on one of the streaming channels, something which she normally would never take the time to do. She used the remote to browse the complicated menu of movie options, reading the descriptions and viewing some of the trailers. None of them really appealed to her, but she chose one anyway, then paused it and made herself some popcorn.

She returned to the couch with the popcorn, put her feet up on a settee, and hit “play.” The description of the film was confusing, but it appeared to be some sort of combination of romance and adventure. Gabriele was in no way prepared for the scene which arrived ten minutes into the movie, where suddenly a man was passionately licking a woman’s vagina.

Gabriele was vaguely aware that such practices existed, as “oral sex.” She had always dismissed the idea in her mind as something useless; you don’t make a baby that way. But Gabriele, in her zeal to be successful at her job, had never taken a strong interest in sex, which is why she was still a virgin. Her friends at work sometimes spoke of sex, and to her mind, that’s why they were less effective at their jobs than she — they were distracted. She was not.

But now that she was confronted by this rather graphic display in the movie, she found it oddly compelling. The woman seemed to be enjoying it a lot, but surprisingly, the man seemed to like it even more, and his groans of pleasure as he devoured the woman’s genitals were quite affecting. At first Gabriele was ready to switch to a different movie, but the more she watched, the more fascinating it became for her, the groaning, the feverish licking and sucking — why was this such an intense experience for the people on the screen? And it seemed be getting steadily more intense, until the woman convulsed and cried out in a frightening way, presumably having an orgasm, after which she smiled beatifically and seemed tremendously happy. This was a puzzling thing.

And the other puzzling thing was the way Gabriele’s body reacted to the scene. Her pulse rate had quickened, her nipples had stiffened and her own vagina was wet. Gabriele realized that she had become sexually aroused. How could that happen when no one was touching her? Gabriele had received high marks in her high school Sex Education class, as with every other class, and she had thought that she understood these things, which is why she had no particular desire to experience them herself.

The sex scene ended quickly, and Gabriele felt relieved. She tried to concentrate on the somewhat convoluted plot of the film, which took some effort, because it kept flashing back to scenes from the male character’s childhood. Gabriele was about ready to pause the movie again and take a nap, when suddenly the girl was back, and she had brought another girl with her. Gabriele felt tense and uncomfortable, wondering whether there was going to be more sex.

The two women were standing close to the man, and he looked anxious. This was clearly building up to something. Then the second woman, the new one, dropped to her knees and began to undo the trousers of the man, while the first woman smiled at him, somewhat wickedly, or so it seemed to Gabriele. Then the woman on her knees took the man’s penis in her mouth. He let out a deep moan of pleasure.

Gabriele was conscious of her pulse racing again, and swampy feeling in her panties. She felt very disturbed, and slid her hand down the front of her panties to see what the trouble was. Her fingers just barely grazed her clitoris, and she felt a sudden shock of pleasurable excitement. Gingerly, she touched it again, and gasped.

This must be masturbation, she thought to herself. On the video screen, the man is lying on his back, his hips moving rhythmically up and down, while the second woman crouches between his legs and continues to suck his penis, and the first woman straddles his face. He must be licking her vagina again, because she is talking to him in a low, guttural voice and rubbing her crotch against his face.

Gabriele realizes now that she is watching pornography, which she always thought of as something disgusting. And it seems like it ought to be disgusting. These people in the film don’t have a normal, healthy relationship. They are simply indulging in perverted sex to get a thrill, but Gabriele feels conflicted because somehow she is sharing in the thrill, and her fingers continue to make contact with her clitoris, which feels extremely exciting, almost irresistible. She has touched it before, while bathing, but it never felt like this. Seeing the people have sex in the movie must be doing this to her.

Then, abruptly, the sex scene ended, and was followed by some complicated business where the three of them were driving up the coast in a Plymouth with some bad guys in pursuit. Gabriele felt a pang of disappointment because she wanted that excitement between her legs to continue. OMG, she thought, Am I a pervert?

Gabriele spent the next several hours doing research on the internet. This was something she knew how do to. It was like working, it calmed her, and by the time she closed her laptop and sat down to dinner, she was much better informed about human sexuality. She realized now that technically, the movie she had watched was not porn, but rather an “erotic thriller.” And she now believed that if she were to watch real porn and masturbate, she might have an orgasm. The temptation to try this was undeniable.

Gabriele finished her beer-battered cod and peas, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and went back to her laptop in the living room. She suspected that what she was about to do was either wrong or unhealthy, but she had crossed the threshold of yielding to temptation. She stopped just before opening her computer, and on impulse, went into her bedroom and changed into a nightgown. She thought this might make it more exciting, and the garment was certainly less restrictive.

Now more suitably attired, she returned to the couch and did an internet search for “free online porn.” As an afterthought, she bunched the hem of her nightgown up around her waist, exposing her vagina.

Gabriele found a site that seemed to have the best selection of porn. Now she was confronted with a decision: what kind did she want to watch? There were so many. Based on her research, she wanted to try to experience an orgasm, and the scene with the three people having oral sex seemed like it was taking her in that direction. It was so wanton and perverse, and although it pained her to admit it, Gabriele was tremendously excited by it.

She entered “threesome” into the search field, This turned up many possibilities, but Gabriele quickly realized that she must choose between either two women and one man, or two men and one woman. She decided that she wanted to see two men, their penises erect, doing sexual things to one woman. She wanted to imagine what that would be like to be that woman.

The first video she sampled did not excite her. The participants were clearly professional porn actors, going through the motions according to a script, and their lust was unconvincing, artificial. However, on her second try, she hit the jackpot. This video was clearly made by amateurs who were extremely excited to be showing off for the camera, knowing that others would see them. The camera was stationary and the production values were nothing to write home about, but the sexual excitement was the real McCoy.