“I know, I know,” the man answered looking down and, I think, close to tears. “It’s wrong. So very, very wrong. I’ve tried to ask so many girls out over the years growing up, but the stammer always made me sound like I was, well, you know, special. The girls took the piss by stammering back and called me nasty names. It was horrible. Even though I have conquered it now, I’ve given up trying. The closest I can get to a woman now is a discrete touch. I work as a photographer’s assistant in a studio and I can’t even talk to the clients if they’re female. Luckily my manager is understanding and deals with them himself or his wife will if she’s helping out that day, although, I find it hard to talk to her also and she is so, so pretty.”
“What’s your name?” asked Jay, sounding sympathetic
“Paul,” he replied
“How old are you Paul?” she continued.
“Twenty last month.”
Twenty and still a virgin, I thought to myself. He really has had it bad.
“Well, Paul,” she said. “You’re not stammering now. What’s to stop you asking girls out now?”
“I don’t know how. I’ve missed those teenage years of learning about girls and finding out about the gains and pitfalls. I’ve never even kissed a girl. I would probably get that wrong. I’ve never seen nor touched a woman’s breast and I’ve never touched a woman’s pussy before…until today”
Jay’s eyebrows raised at that comment and it was a surprise to me too.
“Is it only sex shops where you touch woman up?” I asked
“Normally. I thought that the only type of woman I who went in those shops would be women with a bit less morals. I mean, they’re go there for sex toys and DVD’s and stuff. A quick touch and a grope would maybe be expected, judging by the type of bloke who goes in them.”
Jay uncrossed her arms and put her hands on her hips. Her breasts were jutting out against the thin fabric and her erect nipples were clearly evident. Even though we were now having a serious conversation with her groper, I hoped she was still feeling horny. I glanced over at the bed and saw the carrier bag lying empty. A quick glance in the wastepaper bin confirmed a suspicion I had earlier when Jay said she was having a wash. In the bin was the opened and empty anal douche packaging. On the floor next to that was Jay’s G-string. All we had to do was get rid of Paul then the fun can begin.
“Do you normally get away with it?” Jay asked.
“I’ve only done it a few times. Normally the women have a quick look around to see who touched them but I make sure I can find a way out quick.”
“And I suppose you then run home to have a wank over it?” she continued.
“The nearest toilet actually,” he replied still looking down, ashamed. “Well, toilet, bushes, alleyway, anywhere I can get away with it.
“Ever been caught touching someone?” I asked. In a strange way I was actually starting to feel sorry for him.
“Only once,” he replied. “I patted a woman’s bum as I passed her in another shop. It was only a light pat; I didn’t grope her or anything, just a light pat. She screamed the place down and pointed at me shouting ‘that pervert just touched my arse!’ I froze, I didn’t know what to do or say. I didn’t realise she was with a group of friends, both men and women. They chased me to Oxford Street. I only lost them in Selfridges.”
“And how long did you hide in there?”
“Long enough to find the toilets.” He answered quietly.
“Have you never tried a prostitute?” I asked, “I mean, you’re in Soho often by the sounds of it, excuse the Pet Shop Boys pun.”
“They’ve approached me but I can’t even talk to them,” he answered shaking his head. “They start talking, asking me if I’m looking for a girl and the answer I want to say is yes, but I just can’t reply. I just walk away. Like I’ve said, I’m not good at talking with women.”
“Well, you’re talking to me now, aren’t you?” Jay said approaching him and taking his now shaking hands. “You have to stop touching woman up. That’s a definite no-brainer. It’s not the sort of thing that a box of Milk Tray will make better”
“And you could get seriously hurt.” I said. “One day you’ll touch the wrong woman and it will have serious consequences for the rest of your life.”
“I will, I will stop touching them,” Paul replied still looking down and nodding. “I promise.”
“You have to mate,” I said trying to emphasise the point. “No good will come of it.”
“Will you keep your promise?” Jay asked firmly.
“I’ll try.”
“No, you won’t try to promise, you must keep your promise.” Jay said, holding his hands firmly so he got the point.
She looked around at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. There was nothing I could do to make him keep his promise. I desperately wanted my shag. Hoping Jay would get the hint I nodded at the bed and then at Paul’s direction as if to say, ‘if you want a shag, get rid of Paul.’
Jay smiled at me and winked. ‘Good,’ I thought. ‘She’s got the hint.’
Then unexpectedly she said to Paul,
“If I let you kiss me, will you definitely keep your promise?”
Paul looked up and I don’t think he knew how to answer that question. After a moment he said quietly, “Yes. I will keep my promise.”
“Okay then,” said Jay smiling and she gently wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his hands gently on her hips. She slowly leant forward and pressed her lips to his. A few moments went by before she released him and asked,
“Paul, you have watched people kiss before, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” He answered quietly.
“Well, we’re going to try that again except this time open your mouth and use your tongue.”
She put her arms back around his neck and kissed him. This time his mouth opened and I could clearly see the tongue movement from both of them as Paul experienced his first French kiss. They kissed for about thirty seconds before stopping for air, although Jay kept her arms wrapped around his neck. Paul was clearly flushed and I’m fairly sure I saw a small smile. They stood looking at each other for a few seconds before Jay leaned in again and carried on kissing him.
Their mixing tongues were more evident now. They kept switching head positions while keeping the tongues intact, traces of saliva mixing into each other’s mouths while Jay was holding harder around his head, pulling him onto her, not letting go.
Another thirty seconds passed before they stopped for air again and then continued. Each time they seemed to be kissing harder and faster with more urgency. I stood watching, hoping they would finish soon so me and Jay could get on with our shag.
The next time they stopped kissing Paul started to kiss and nibble her neck which made Jay give out little gasps and she started to rub his head and back, letting one hand slip down to momentarily touch his bum cheek where she rubbed him before returning to hold his head close to her neck. She moved her head back and he kissed her all around the sides and nape, his hands all the while staying firmly held on to her hips
They resumed kissing and I could tell that Jay was now even more turned on than before and it was clearly evident that it was having the same effect on Paul as the unmistakeable hard on was showing through his Chino’s again. She moved a leg up to rub on his, the bottom of her dress lifting giving me a glimpse of her bum cheeks and pussy that I thought I saw had a slight glistening to it.
A good few minutes had passed and I had to make the decision on what I had to do to get my shag. Jay kissing another man had made me hard and I wasn’t getting any action. Her movements on Paul had made him completely hard and he had started to move his hands more towards her back and onto her bum cheeks. He started rubbing her down her arse and around edged both hands closer to her bum crack causing little groans to come from her.
‘Fuck it,’ I thought and made the decision. I was hard and wanted a piece of the action. I could have parted them, shook his hand, and wished him on his way, but I didn’t. I walked up to Jay and gently undid the bow around her neck holding her dress top up. With both hands I reached around and pulled it down to her waist exposing her beautiful firm breasts and erect nipples, rubbing my hands over them as I did. Jay didn’t stop me. She pulled her face away from Pauls so he could get an eyeful.
His eyes were out on stalks. He looked from one to another and he gave a little gasp.
“You can touch them if you want.” She said smiling at him. He bought both arms up and with shaking hands, gently started to squeeze and caress them. He rubbed her nipples very gently, barely touching them as if he was holding back. He really hadn’t touched a woman’s breasts before I could tell that Jay knew it.
She kissed him again, keeping his hands clamped on her breasts which he fondled gently. She pulled back, looked down at his hands then looked him in the eyes and said,
“Pinch my nipples.”
I watched as he did so, very gently between finger and thumb. Jay shut her eyes and let out a small sigh. Then said, “Harder.”
He pinched and squeezed them, not too hard but enough to make her gasp. She held on to the back of his neck and demanded, “HARDER.”
He squeezed, very hard. The nipples were almost flattened under the pressure and Jay’s legs almost gave way. She kissed him hard, pulling his face into hers at he continued to squeeze not just the nipple but both breasts.
With one hand she reached down and grabbed his hard cock through his Chinos. She squeezed it and rubbed it along its length before undoing each of the buttons, one at a time. His cock fell out and she rubbed it harder, all the while keeping his tongue in her mouth.
As they kissed, I grabbed hold of either side of Jay’s dress and swiftly pulled it down to the floor leaving her fully naked.
They stopped kissing and Paul looked Jay up and down. He let go of her breasts as Jay kicked the dress away and started to unbutton his shirt. She pushed it off his arms and letting it fall on the floor undid his Chino’s fully. She slowly dropped to her knees, pulled his shoes, and socks off then tugged the Chino’s down along with his boxers. She threw them to one side and looked up at his naked body. He had his hands to his side, still looking unsure on what to do next. Jay put her hands on each thigh then slowly started to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked the helmet top, rubbing her tongue around the tip and teasing his small hole then ran her tongue up and down its length, keeping eye contact all the while. She slowly started to take him fully into her mouth, sucking up and down until he was fully in. She bopped her head backwards and forwards keeping her mouth wide as he rubbed up against the inside of her mouth running down into her throat.
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