My father was an international businessman working for a very large and successful produce conglomerate. My mother was the daughter of an affluent Southern political figure. And I was their only child. Although we visited the United States on occasion, it was a place I never had the luxury of calling home. Instead we lived in exotic locales such as Panama, Argentina, and Brazil. Just after my eighteenth birthday we moved to Spain, just west of Teruel.

"If Warren won't go to college, then we at least need to get him a tutor," Mother decided over dinner.

"A tutor?" my father questioned in surprise. "What on earth for?"

I sat quietly while witnessing the verbal exchange. Mother always spoke as if I wasn't present or had no voice in matters concerning me. This time was no different. I should have spoken up in self defense, but instead relied on father to handle her.

"To learn, Eldridge! Just because the boy finished high school is no excuse to stop learning," she explained in a nagging tone. "It is my greatest desire to see him complete his formal education, but lacking that, he will continue being a student as long as he remains under our roof."

My father shook his head and sighed in surrender. He was accustomed to giving mother plenty of latitude, and after observing the gesture she smiled victoriously. Then her gaze shifted toward me, sending a cold chill down my spine.

"I'll arrange for a tutor. There's so much to learn, Warren. Not math nor English, but lessons on life. There. do you hear that?

Her question caught me by surprise. I momentarily listened for the sound she was referring to but heard only father's churning bowels. My eyes narrowed as I listened more intently, but with no more success.

"I don't hear much of anything, Mother."

Her frustration was readily apparent. "The birds chirping! Can you not hear that?"

I paused, listened, and widely smiled in confirmation for her benefit. "Yes, I do now."

"What kind of bird do you suppose that is, Warren?"

My mind carefully considered the question for several moments but drew a blank. "I don't know. They don't teach us such things in school."

She briefly gloated as her point was proven. "Precisely! But you will. Yes, Warren, you'll learn about each of the birds that are here in Spain. Until you've decided to further your formal education, I'll see to it that you receive an informal one right here at home."

I painfully groaned. I'd been looking forward to enjoying a life of leisure, at least for a short while. But my domineering mother had ruined my plans once more. She was clearly punishing me for refusing to comply with her academic hopes, but I steadfastly refused to give in.

* * * * *

The day dawned bright and beautiful. Both of my parents were gone before I stirred; father was off to work while mother busied herself by volunteering at a local orphanage. I was grateful for the privacy the weekdays now provided. After taking a long, hot shower I dressed and was ready for the day ahead.

I hungrily walked into the kitchen in search of something to eat. The maid, Isabelle, a smiling middle-aged woman that spoke little English, silently acknowledged my arrival. She gestured an offer to prepare me some food, but I waved her off.

"Come tutor today," the Spanish woman struggled to repeat the message mother had so thoughtfully left for me.

"Yes, the tutor," I responded, nodding my head in acknowledgement.

I was smiling on the outside but cringing inside. Why couldn't Father have intervened on my behalf? Why did Mother always get her way? Birds. who cared about a bunch of birds, anyway? They chirped endlessly and crapped all over the cars; that was all I needed to know. Oh, and when you hit them with a BB gun just right, they dropped dead. That gave me the slightest bit of satisfaction.

After eating a bowl of cereal I retreated to the atrium. As far as I was concerned it was the nicest room in the large house. The floor was constructed of red ceramic Spanish tile and large skylights in the ceiling above welcomed in a vast amount of natural lighting that made it perfect for reading.

I approached a bookcase that rested against one wall and sifted through the books. My eyes cautiously glanced at the open doorway before extracting a dirty novel from its hiding place. This was quickly placed within a second, larger book.

"I need to find me a girlfriend; being a virgin sucks.”

It was the last of my dirty books, and now that I was finished with high school there was no way of getting any more that I was aware of. I never was quite sure where Andy managed to find so many of them, it wasn't as if they were found sitting on the book racks at normal stores. The way I saw it, a guy had to have a pretty big set of balls to buy such things. I could never imagine doing it on my own.

At the center of the atrium was a large round glass table mounted inside a white metal frame. Eight white metal chairs were evenly spaced around the table. Pads were attached to each chair for added comfort. At the far end of the atrium were a couch and two recliners. In my present mood, and armed with porn, selecting a seat became an important strategic decision. I hadn't been caught jerking off yet, and for good reason. The threat of utter humiliation kept me on my toes.

As I settled down at the large round table facing the doorway the thought occurred that I could easily lock myself in my bedroom and yank away worry-free. And there were times, especially at night, when I did. But the risk of exposure added a dimension of danger that sweetened the pot considerably. Erupting into my stained cum-rag at the table was so much more satisfying.

As I turned to the bookmarked page my mind mentally reviewed the story so far. A man picked up a beautiful hitchhiker where the two then began a cross-country trip highlighted by daring and sometimes public sexual escapades. They were traveling from east to west and were currently closing in on Denver.

"I'm getting hungry for something," Penny purred as a mischievous grin formed on her glistening lips.

A broad smile brightened Vick's grizzled face. "Yeah, me too. I'd love to have another taste of your juicy pussy."

Penny emphatically shook her head from side to side. "No, not with those whiskers. My thighs are still sore and chafed from last night. You won't be going down on me until you've shaved."

"Then go down on me."

Vick eagerly reached for and popped open the button on the front of his jeans. He glanced over at his lovely companion while wondering why she wasn't hungrily pouncing on his stirring cock.

He grew curious. "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

She crossed her arms in an act of defiance. "I've let you fuck me halfway across the country. Sometimes a girl needs a little romance. You know, like a sign that she's appreciated."

With a playful grin on his face Vick reached over, grabbed her left hand, and pressed it against his crotch.

"Trust me; the little man more than appreciates everything you've been doing to him."

Her pouty expression faded as her eyes brightened a bit. But the woman remained guardedly skeptical. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course!" he exclaimed reassuringly. "You are such a beautiful, smart, and caring person. I'm crazy about you. And that body. Incredible!"

Penny giggled gleefully as she drank in the praise. It felt good hearing the words he was saying. Vick knew he'd given her exactly what she needed when the hand on his crotch started squeezing on the shaft of his limp but awakening manhood. It began swelling, filling all available space inside the pant crotch as it did. Within only a few moments the fully hardened cock throbbed impatiently against the cloth barrier that contained it.

I could tell that the story was getting to the good part. My dick was anxiously shifting in the pants I was wearing. While imagining it was Penny's hand doing it and not mine, I loosened the buckle and lowered the zipper. My voice softly moaned as the fingers of my right hand encircled the still-wrinkled shaft and gently pulled on the growing erection. Within seconds my prick was fully engorged and throbbing with desire.

The fingers of my left hand turned to the next page of the paperback sex novel and I resumed reading the erotic tale.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Vick groaned in approval as her soft fingers pumped the length of his hardened organ.

Penny giggled at his reaction. With her free right hand she clumsily pulled the t-shirt off, exposing both creamy breasts and the swollen brown tips. He silently admired her glorious swells while simultaneously trying to keep the car between the lines on the road.

"You're making things difficult," he complained about the distraction her partial nudity was creating.

Penny grinned. "This is nothing compared to what I'm about to do."

She bent over his lap. A second later wet heat surrounded his cock. Her swirling tongue thoroughly explored the smooth, sensitized head, reveling in the taste of his leaking semen. Vick's body immediately stiffened, unintentionally forcing the gas pedal all the way to the carpeted floor. The engine surged with a rush of power as adrenaline pumped through his arteries. The slight tingling in his balls intensified as Penny's mouth devoured his full length.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what such a thing would feel like. As my left hand kept the book pressed open my right hand shamelessly squeezed and pulled on my swollen prick, balls tingling from both the mental and physical stimulation. I tried convincing myself that a woman's wet mouth surrounded my throbbing penis, and very nearly succeeded in the self-deception.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard voices speaking in an unfamiliar language. Perhaps my brain misconstrued the source of the sounds as coming from the TV and I was not consciously aware of them until it was very nearly too late.

Suddenly warning bells sounded; I slammed the outer book closed which then encased the smaller one. My right hand pulled out of the clothing and quickly closed the pants, covering all traces of my illicit activity. or so I thought.

The maid smiled as she led an attractive dark-haired woman to the doorway of the atrium before retreating from view. When the tutor saw me a wide smile formed on her lightly painted lips. I was expecting someone older; more studious, perhaps.

This woman was comparatively young, in her late twenties or early thirties, I estimated, and quite stunning in her appearance. Shiny black hair spilled over her shoulders and framed a lovely face. She had warm, caring eyes; I liked that about her.

Her body was slender and shapely, with curves in all the right places. She was dressed in dark gray slacks and a sleeveless white blouse. My eyes, naturally, were drawn to the sloping swells of her upright breasts.

"My name is Lydia," the woman introduced herself. "You must be Warren."

In a frantic moment I discovered that I'd momentarily lost my voice. I knew what I wanted to say, but seemed unable to form the words. The harder I tried the worse it became.

When she noticed me nervously struggling to respond Lydia changed the subject in an effort to break the ice. "What are you reading?"

I looked down at the larger outer book. "Uhh. Shakespeare."

She laughed; it sounded cute and I quickly joined in, grateful for the distraction.

"No, I meant what are you really reading?" she persisted. "I'm guessing it's something you're not supposed to be."

It was pretty obvious that a smaller book was pinched inside the larger. My pathetic attempt at camouflage hadn't fooled her one bit, a point that I was certain to remember next time.

"Yeah, uhh." I helplessly stammered while picking the books up.

My face grew hot in embarrassment. The aroused erection still happily throbbed against the front of my pants, unaware of the unplanned interruption. I was afraid to stand and reveal its condition. Instead I held the books protectively in my arms.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't tell. I brought a couple books along too."

Lydia closed the distance separating them and hoisted two hard-bound books onto the glass surface. After she turned them his way Warren noticed the titles; "Spain's Feathered Gems" and "Domestic Spanish Birds".

"You have an interest in birds?" she questioned.

I heavily sighed. "No. But my mother thinks I should."

Lydia nodded her understanding before turning into an encouraging cheerleader. "It's a wonderful hobby, Warren. If you can keep an open mind we'll have fun, I promise."

I honestly tried, but not even her saccharine-sweet cheers could motivate my interest. Lydia sat down beside me while flipping through the pages of both books, introducing me to rare and common species. I looked and listened for two hours.

However my thoughts were still in the gutter. When she spoke I imagined her moist lips were closed around my cock. And my gaze was repeatedly drawn to the jiggling swells of her breasts. I could easily discern the teasing outline of the nipples.

Her hands snapped the second book closed. Lydia frowned. "You're not interested in the least, are you? Please, don't waste my time, or your mother's money. If you don't."

I smiled. "I'll admit I was against this from the start, but. Maybe I'm getting interested a little."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Are you being truthful?"

My broad shoulders shrugged uncertainly. "Yeah. I mean, it's not so bad."

She rolled her eyes in disbelief. "It's not so bad? Warren, what I can share with you is so special. The sights, the knowledge."

When her gaze turned on him full force, he wriggled uncomfortably. She resolutely rose from the seat with a harsh scowl on her pretty face.

"This is Tuesday. I'll be back on Thursday. If you don't study, I won't return again. Study, Warren; read, memorize, and learn."

* * * * *

I wanted to finish reading about Vick and Penny's exploits, but instead lay on my bed perusing the two picture books Lydia brought. Her scent was still on them. I sniffed the wonderful aroma repeatedly and even considered dry-humping each one in turn and staining my underpants with cum, but I hadn't developed any sense of trust with the new maid Isabel.

The one in Brazil didn't care, and even seemed amused by my sexual tendencies. But this was a new beginning. I was a man now, or so I'd been told. And men fucked women, not their hands or other inanimate objects… not that I was completely convinced of that yet.

"A man," I muttered indignantly, then angrily shouted, "A fucking man being controlled by his fucking insecure mother!"

Oh, that felt good. I loved the way the words reverberated back at me. They didn't sound mocking; quite the opposite, actually. The echoes seemed more like a justification of my very existence. But when they faded I was still me, in my same sad situation, wondering what was next. The answer rested between my legs; two hard-cover books with astounding wildlife pictures and descriptive passages. And so I read, and learned.

* * * * *

I was excited when Thursday arrived. All I could think about was Lydia, and birds. Not even Penny and Vick could overshadow this new phenomenon I was experiencing. While I tried waiting in the atrium for her arrival, it soon became apparent that I was simply too excited. After pacing back and forth I decided to wait outside and watch her approach.

Everything seemed different. The tranquil view from the top of the hill where the house was built suddenly appeared more dazzling. The chirping of the birds had grown louder. The bright rays of the mid-morning sun even felt stronger. It seemed to me that I was noticing things that had previously gone unnoticed, and I wasn't quite sure why. Life for me was. different.

The minutes seemed to drag by like hours, but my perseverance was eventually rewarded. I heard the rumble of a car motor long before my eyes spied it. I'd never left the house on Tuesday, regretfully failing to walk Lydia out to her car, so I had no idea what type or color vehicle she drove.

I caught a brief glimpse as a black BMW sedan topped a hill about a mile away before disappearing from view. The sound of the motor changed as the driver down-shifted. My heart fluttered as I realized it must be Lydia slowing down to make the turn onto our driveway at the bottom of the hill.

The crunch of tires on gravel grew steadily louder as the car climbed up the driveway. When it rounded the corner and pulled up my face was absolutely beaming with joy. Lydia looked so lovely behind the wheel with her long, black wind-swept hair flowing over her shoulders, dark sunglasses cloaking those pretty eyes, and a vivacious smile on her attractive face.

She was a vision of graceful elegance, and her presence excited me to no end. I quickly hid my enthusiasm, instead replacing it with a disinterested shroud. Even as she emerged from the car I adamantly refused to show any sign of encouragement.

"Good morning, Warren!" she greeted me enthusiastically.

"Hi," I mumbled my half-hearted response.

My eyes couldn't help but notice the thin, light flower-print dress that adorned her slender and shapely body. It was sexier and much more casual than what she'd worn for our first meeting. Her breasts were less restricted and swayed more naturally with her movements.

She sighed in frustration. "You really don't want me here, do you?"

Her eyes looked directly at me, watching for my reaction. I was excited, but adamantly refused to show her that side of me, not yet. My eyes instead looked down at the ground as I nervously kicked a pebble back and forth between my feet.

"Have you even opened the books I left with you?"

I smiled down at the ground while sheepishly answering, "Yeah, I did."

Lydia suppressed a smile as her dark eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Did you learn anything?"

"I'd never heard of passerines and non-passerines before," I admitted in a timid voice.

"What does passerine mean?" she challenged, testing the depth of my newfound knowledge.

"They're a family of birds that perch," my own voice surprisingly announced with uncharacteristic confidence. "Their feet have toes, usually four of them."

She stepped forward, reached out, and squeezed my right shoulder. I couldn't help but gaze into her warm brown eyes and return the smile.

"Very good, Warren. You have been reading. I'm proud of you."

The words 'I'm proud of you' sounded corny, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of happiness upon hearing her say them. That I could do anything to make a beautiful woman like her proud seemed amazing to me. I was glad that I hadn't let pride, and my anger with mother, keep me from opening the books she'd brought.

"Can you give me an example of a species that is in the passerine family?"

I really wasn't sure. When a single word rose to the top of my brain my lips immediately spoke, but my confidence this time was lacking. "Warbler?"

The smile returned to her bright face. She rose to her tiptoes and gently kissed my forehead. At the same time as she reached up with those luscious lips, her chest unintentionally leaned forward. My penis anxiously stirred as the tips of both breasts pressed against my chest.

I could feel my pulse quicken as the unmistakable hardness of the nipples and the softness of the surrounding flesh pushed on my skin. Even through the clothing I felt the warmth of her magnificent body. When I breathed in my nose reveled in her wondrous scent as I felt myself falling under her spell.

"Yes! Very good! You had me worried at first. I thought you wanted me to stop coming. That thought saddened me."

I was stunned. "Really?"

"Yes, really," she confirmed. "It's not often when I'm called upon to tutor such a handsome young man. Usually I lecture to large crowds of much older people, or children. I've been looking forward to meeting with you this morning."

"Me too," I readily concurred in an anxious tone that betrayed my carefully concealed enthusiasm.

"Come on, Warren. Let's go inside and continue our lesson, shall we?"

Somehow my right hand found her left. I gripped her fingers loosely as we returned to the atrium. She didn't seem at all surprised by the intimate gesture. Quite to the contrary; it felt like a completely natural thing for me to do.

* * * * *

The approaching weekend that fell between my second lesson on Thursday and the third lesson on the following Tuesday was going to be sheer misery; I never realized one person could miss another so deeply that it physically hurt. The lessons that I'd initially scoffed at had become the highlight of my otherwise empty life. It was strange; before I met Lydia, my life hadn't felt so empty as it did now when she wasn’t a part of it.

My mind was engulfed in two lines of thinking; birds, and Lydia. The two sometimes merged into one. Thoughts of her in that thin dress remained with me, and even fueled several fantasies. I kept thinking how wonderful it felt as her breasts lightly pressed against my chest.

On many occasions since then I imagined reaching up and squeezing on the mounds with the palms of both hands. I'd never touched a girl like that, and had never before been so desperate to do precisely that with her.

The weekend loomed as a nearly impassable obstacle. My heart ached for Lydia, yet Saturday had just gotten started. Even having the books to occupy my time was little consolation. I just knew that the hours were going to painfully drag by. Tuesday was such a long time to wait for her return.

I heard the telephone ring but didn't pay it much attention. When we did get calls they were usually for mother. That was why I was so surprised when the maid appeared and got my attention by clearing her throat. I looked toward the doorway at her.

"Call," she simply reported before quickly retreating.

I got up and crossed into the living room where the closest phone was located.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Warren." The soft, sweet tone was immediately recognizable

"Hi, Lydia." I was sure she could hear the curious surprise in my voice.

"I know this is unexpected, but I'm going to the beach and wondered if you had any interest in joining me."

My jaw dropped in shock. "Me? Really?"

She chuckled softly. "Yes, with you. I know it's short notice, so if you can't, I'll understand."

I couldn't believe my luck. My perspective of the weekend changed in an instant. "Yeah, sure, I'd love to."

"Great! I'll be there in a half-hour."

No sooner had I hung up than my mind began wondering about Lydia and her motives. She was a wonderful woman and perhaps was just being nice. Or was she missing me as much as I missed her? Could she possibly have romantic feelings for me? After all Lydia was older but not old; not like my parents. And I wasn't a bad-looking guy. Lydia herself said that I was handsome on at least one occasion.

Realizing time was short I quickly stuffed a bathing suit, towel, and sandals into a gym bag, and then stopped by the refrigerator and tossed in several bottles of water. After informing my father of the trip I was ready and waiting outside in less than ten minutes. Fifteen minutes later I heard the tell-tale crunching of tires on gravel as Lydia arrived.

I don't know why she got out of the BMW. There wasn't any need, as I'd planned on getting in on the passenger side so she could turn the car around and we could get going. But she parked in the usual location and stepped out.

My jaw dropped for the second time that day when my wide-open eyes fixed on the stunning image. I'd never dared hope to see such a magnificent sight as my tutor adorned in the skimpiest bikini I'd ever seen.

The tiny two-piece outfit was white with black trim. It really emphasized her finest features, and made her olive skin appear even darker. Lydia's long black hair was pinned in place up on her head. My eyes began by looking into hers, and then my gaze lowered.

I would've been an idiot to think that she didn't know what thoughts were echoing through my mind at that moment as I admired the firm, half-exposed mounds only partially covered by the two small cups of white fabric. I knew I was staring, and I knew that she knew, but there wasn't any possible way for me to stop. My eyes fixed on the erotic outlines of her nipples as they strained against the fabric.

When I finally managed to force my shameful gaze away from them, they next began staring at the shockingly tiny bottoms that just barely covered her love mound and pussy lips. I could make out even the most subtle details of her intimate flesh through the thin bottoms. My penis quickly stirred.

"Do you like my new bikini?" Lydia asked. "I couldn't wait to try it on for real. What do you think?"

"Uhh. It's. It's great!" I nervously stammered. "You look. amazing."

"Thanks, I was hoping I might get that reaction. What about you?"

I held up the gym bag. "It's in here."

"Are the books in there too?"

Her question caught me off-guard. "Books?"

"The bird books?" she prompted. "I'm not letting you off the hook that easy, Warren. I'm going to see to it that you study during this outing as well."

My heart sank as my excitement was quickly deflated. "But."

"Get the books," she bluntly told me, unwilling to concede the issue. "I'll be waiting in the car."

* * * * *

I sat with my back against the passenger door facing Lydia, the bird books lying open across my lap. This gave me an excellent view of her mostly exposed body as she sat behind the wheel as my concentration shifted from studying to stealing admiring glances of her undeniably stunning form.

It didn't take long for me to realize the best time to look was as the car passed over rough spots on the road. I loved watching her unrestricted breasts bouncing and twitching from the heavy vibrations. Maybe it was my overactive imagination, but it looked like each time the car hit those bumps her nipples briefly swelled to their full size.

"Name me a few species from the non-passerine family. And no looking; that's too easy."

My eyes fixed on a spot on the headliner as my mind struggled to sort through all the new information I had been studying. It was becoming overwhelming, even worse than it had been at school. Not only the names of so many species but also breeding habits, feeding areas, and so many other facts that were easily jumbled.

"The Loon?" I guessed.

"The Diver, yes," she confirmed. "Americans call it the Loon, but elsewhere it's called the Diver. Another?"

"The. Duck?"

She looked over and smiled warmly. "You're doing very well. One more and we'll give it a rest."

One more, I thought; just one more. "Uhm. The Stork."

"Good, Warren, very good. It won't be too much longer now. I'll leave you alone."

Spain was a beautiful country. I hadn't seen much of it yet, and wasn't inclined to since my parents rarely went out sightseeing and I wasn't the type to go wandering off alone in a strange country. But sharing it with Lydia was fun and adventurous. After a few minutes we approached what appeared to be a quaint little town and she slowed the car down.

"We're getting close," she announced. "Ready to do some bird-watching?"

"Bird-watching! At a beach?" I questioned in disbelief. "Watching birds isn't exactly what I had in mind."

Lydia chuckled. She really hadn't expected me to go along with that idea, yet if she pushed me Lydia suspected I'd do whatever she asked of me. "That's fine, I was just testing."

She turned into a parking lot and killed the engine. I scanned the beach and didn't see any place where I might be able to change.

Lydia already knew what I was thinking. "What's wrong?"

"I have to change."

She responded in a cavalier tone, "Either here or there, whichever you prefer."

I noticed that devious grin behind those dark Spanish eyes. "You're enjoying this."

Her smile couldn't be suppressed. "You're wise beyond your years, Warren. You've found me out; I long to see your naked cock. But shall it be here or there?"

When I hesitated she made a point of turning her head away. "I won't look if that makes you feel better."

I didn't feel comfortable at all, and her promise to look away was little consolation. Besides, a part of me actually wanted her to peek. "Thanks."

I pushed both my underpants and shorts down my legs to the knees and quickly kicked them off with rapid scissor-like motions of my legs. My bare cock and hairy balls jerked on my lap from the vibration. When I heard Lydia's laughter I looked over at her suspiciously and caught her clearly gazing at my exposed sex. That she was staring was arousing to me; that she was laughing was unsettling to say the least.

"What's so funny?" I asked defensively.

She was blushing, her face was bright red. "I'm sorry. It just looked funny, bouncing up and down against your legs like that, like a. like a fish."

I was surprised by her words, and a bit hurt. "Like a fish? Is that what I look like naked?"

Lydia was trying so hard not to laugh that she couldn't speak. Her bright red face nodded up and down in confirmation.

At that moment I wanted nothing more than for her to touch it. I could only imagine how wonderful those soft fingers would feel as they wrapped around my hardening prick. It wasn't that much of a stretch; after all, I was sitting in her car practically naked as it was. She could have easily reached over and stroked me. That thought triggered a tingling desire in my balls and sent blood rushing to my limp organ.

"You're very handsome," she assured me. "It's very attractive, Warren. I'm sorry for peeking but I'm glad that I did."

"That's okay, I wanted you to," I sheepishly admitted.

When I looked over at Lydia I wanted desperately to kiss her, but I wasn't sure how she'd react. After all, I was sitting there with my stiffening cock lying bare between my thighs for her to see. Our eyes met and locked, gazing deeply at one another. I began leaning towards her; Lydia didn't appear to shy away from me. My pulse and breathing quickened as my body surged with excitement. I couldn't remember ever having felt so alive. Every nerve in my body seemed to pulsate with nervous energy.

Her wonderful scent grew stronger the closer I drew to her. I could feel her hot breath upon my face as we continued looking at one another and there was a sexual tension between us at that moment. I could feel the last wrinkles on my penis smoothing out as I became fully erect. The cock rose off my thighs and extended, eagerly throbbing.

My eyes looked down at those luscious pink lips, glazed with a clear gloss and shimmering so invitingly, mouth salivating as I smelled the fruity flavor. I slowly closed in. Just before I kissed her my hands reached up and gently caressed her rosy cheeks, lips lightly pressing against hers, savoring the moist softness.

One kiss became two, and then several. I couldn't possibly get enough of her. My tongue extended and slowly pushed against her lips. Lydia hesitantly opened her mouth and allowed it inside. Our writhing tongues anxiously entwined, enjoying one another's wet warmth. The silky taste of her was more amazing than I ever could have hoped.

My right hand lowered, reaching for her left. Our fingers entwined in a lover's embrace, my heart racing as I guided it to my erect prick. My fingers formed hers around the shaft, encouraging Lydia to touch me. The soft warmth of her hand was incredible as she tenderly caressed my manly organ.

My hand moved away as she fondled my hardness. It rose up and cupped Lydia's left breast through the thin white bikini top. I felt her back arching, thrusting herself fully into my palm as the hard tip swelled and eagerly pulsated beneath my fingers. I squeezed on the diamond-hard nipple while caressing the softness of her mound.

Our kissing, which had started out as slow and hesitant, quickly grew heated. Each of our tongues swept from side to side, exploring the darkest recesses before passionately entwining. Our breathing was heavy as our excitement mounted, the air in the car around us seemed electrified with our energy.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked in a breathless whisper.

I nodded my head from side to side, indicating she would be my first. Lydia smiled warmly as if touched by my honest admission. When she looked around the car my eyes followed hers; we appeared to be quite alone in the parking lot, surrounded by silent vehicles of various types. Her body crossed over the center console and settled onto the knees on the floor in front of me. There wasn't a whole lot of room but our limbs shifted to facilitate the move.

She lovingly caressed my cock and balls with the velvet-smooth fingers of both hands. My shaft stiffened even more. The reddish-purple head tightened and strained, seeping with milky wetness. When Lydia took the smooth tip into her mouth and began sucking, my balls practically exploded with tingling pressure. She was looking up, watching my reaction as I moaned out loud as my entire body stiffened with pleasure.

"Oh my God!" I faintly cried out in amazed wonder.

Lydia quietly giggled while swallowing more of my cock. I felt the head bumping at the back of her throat. Her tongue felt incredible as it swirled all over my shaft. Wet heat surrounded my hardness as she sucked hard on me. Her head slowly bobbed up and down, lips gliding along my stiff shaft. Saliva quickly soaked my pulsating mass.

I reached down and held the top of her head. Lydia smiled while giving me my first sexual experience with a woman. My hips made tiny thrusting motions as I gently fucked her mouth. I could feel a wonderful tingling pressure in my loins more intense than any self-induced orgasm could have caused. The sensation quickly intensified.

"Oh, yeah! Oh!" I groaned out loud.

Her mouth retreated. Lydia looked down at the wet, swollen prick. As her left hand cupped and squeezed both balls, her right grasped the shaft and rapidly pumped up and down. A thick milky drop of semen formed at the elongated eyes. Her fingers dabbed it away, smearing the wetness over my prick.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, it feels great," I assured her as my heart raced. Words couldn't possibly express how good what she was doing felt.

She pushed the sensitized head back into her mouth. Her tongue licked and mouth sucked hard on my aroused cock. I could feel orgasm approaching as my semen began to move. The towering flesh grew even larger in the final moments.

When my body stiffened in pleasure her mouth pulled away just before I grunted and ejaculated a geyser of cum. Her fingers squeezed and pumped on my cock. My voice weakly grunted with each successive explosion, splattering milky seed all over my thighs. At the end the ejaculations lost energy; the last of my semen lazily seeped from the tip.

"Oh wow, that was wonderful," I muttered.

Her face looked absolutely radiant. "Get your suit on. We can wash up in the water."

Lydia took off running across the sand with me in rushed pursuit. We both dove in at about the same time, and when we surfaced I was holding her in my arms. I couldn't keep my hands off this ravishing woman.

Beneath the water's surface I was feeling her up as best I could, rubbing my hands over her firm ass and thighs, and intermittently between her legs. Lydia didn't appear to mind all the attention I was heaping on her, and even seemed to enjoy it.

She huddled in the water up to the neck as I stood in front of her. My right hand reached down and briefly fondled an upper thigh before moving between her legs and touching Lydia's pussy through the bikini bottoms.

Lydia giggled. "You're a very dirty boy. I'm afraid I've corrupted you in the space of a single day. You're mother wouldn't like seeing you like this."

"What my mother doesn't know won't hurt her."

She didn't deny me a kiss when I learned forward into her. Our soft lips briefly met in a tender display of shared affection.

"I want to make love to you, Lydia."

She grimaced. "I have let things go too far already, Warren. I never should have led you on as I have. I'm twelve years older than you."

I remained undeterred. "You don't look it. You're beautiful and young-looking. Besides, what does a few years difference really mean anyway?"

"Beautiful and young-looking. Are you trying to seduce me with compliments?"

I shrugged my shoulders uncertainly. "Is it working?"

I felt a hand pressing against the front of my swimsuit. My penis was already awakening with excitement as I continued lightly fingering her outer pussy lips. I pushed the thin fabric to one side, exposing her sex. It felt great touching her so intimately.

"You won't take no for an answer, will you?" she suddenly realized. "You're very naughty. and hopelessly persistent."

I gently worked the tips of several fingers into her slit, delicately teasing the warm chasm of flesh. Her dark eyes fluttered and closed as a soft moan escaped Lydia's lips. Her body twitched when I innocently stumbled over her clitoris. She sucked in deeply as her body tensed. Having found this sensitive area I kept rubbing on the enlarged nub. Lydia's moans grew louder as she began grinding her cunt against my stroking fingers.

She coiled her left arm around my neck, mouth leaning forward in search of mine. Our lips eagerly met, tongues anxiously entwining as our passion flared. The foreplay was taking its toll as both our bodies grew steamy. The realization that I was on the verge of having sex with a real woman rattled aimlessly through my brain.

"Slide a finger inside me."

I pressed a middle finger against her slit and searched. Her breathless giggling made me feel self-conscious as my lack of experience was painfully evident. She reached a hand down and patiently guided my finger to the opening of her pussy. The canal was tight; it stretched as the digit gently pushed inside. I began a slow fucking motion and soon felt her smooth body shuddering in delight.

I'd waited so many years to be with a woman sexually that every elapsing second was emotionally painful. Our tongue kissing turned desperate as our arousal continued to grow. The intimate touching was driving me wild. All I could think of was sticking my cock into her amazing body.

Her cunt was getting juicy; my finger felt the increasing wetness as it seeped from her center. I slid in a second finger alongside the first. I had to push hard, which stretched her cunt even more. She softly groaned into my mouth

I felt a hand reaching down the front of my shorts. My throbbing cock was eagerly straining as those soft fingers wrapped around me once more. Lydia's free hand tugged the front of my trunks down and pulled my cock free.

Her eyes lit up. "Hmm. You've very hard."

Lydia's legs opened wide as she straddled my lap. With her right hand supporting the base of my swollen cock, she carefully guided her body to mine. I was all at once frightened, nervous, and filled with excitement as the tip of my penis pressed against her opening and eased inside. The wet warmth that surrounded my prick felt fantastic. I held onto her hips and supported her floating weight.

"Oh, my God!" I softly moaned as my cock pushed into her juicy center.

I instinctively thrust; my cock penetrated deeper. It was incredible as I felt a woman's body surrounding me for the first time. My heart pounded with joy as my breathing turned frantic.

"You feel good, Warren," her sweet voice whispered. "Love me."

"Oh yeah, yeah," I incoherently mumbled as my cock slid deeper into her belly until her wondrous cunt encompassed my full length.

"You're so big."

Her words made me swell even larger. I started sliding my prick in and out of her cunt, loving the way her muscle wrapped so tightly around the pulsating shaft. Slick wetness bathed my driving manhood. I reached both hands under her body and held onto her ass. We both moved our hips in rhythm, pumping my swollen organ in and out at an accelerated pace.

Our moving bodies created waves in the water that betrayed our lovemaking, but I didn't care. Nothing could have stopped me from loving her incredible body. I gazed over at her lovely, half-submerged face as she moaned in pleasure. My eyes watched as her hands pushed the bikini top away from her breasts. She cupped and squeezed on the smooth mounds while twisting the swollen nipples. Watching Lydia playing with herself multiplied my excitement.

I fucked her pussy harder and faster. The waves became larger and were accompanied by a loud splashing sound. My cock was driving in and out of her juicy sex with youthful zeal. I was surprised I hadn't cum yet as all of the foreplay had filled my balls with tingling pressure, but somehow I held on.

"Oh Warren. so good. oh yes!" Lydia groaned in pleasure.

She twisted her nipples harder and faster the longer I rammed deeply inside of her. Lydia's body was squirming like a worm on the end of a hook. She hooked the heels of her feet against my lower back and started fucking me with all the strength she had. I held on to her twisting form and nailed her with powerful strokes, forcing my cock in as deeply as it could reach. Her soft moans grew louder and more frantic.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" she breathlessly groaned.

Seconds later her entire body stiffened. Every muscle in her body seemingly clenched tight at once. She twitched in uncontrollable spasms while grinding her body against my cock. It felt like her cunt was clamping down around my shaft and vibrating wildly all around me. Hot juice surrounded and bathed my organ.

I hung in there for only another few seconds. Feeling all those amazing sensations quickly triggered the rise of my semen. There was that delightful surge of tingling pleasure that was so much more intense this time. My eyes closed and toes curled as I savored the joyful delight. I thrust deeply inside; I grunted aloud as my balls powerfully twitched, ejaculating a large squirt of cum into Lydia's belly.

I kept fucking her with deep strokes. My body erupted several more times, squirting long filaments of seed into her womb. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. Lydia was giggling at my reaction. When it was over we hugged one another and continued floating in the water.

"Did you?" I innocently asked.

"Yes, just before you," she assured me. "And it was grand. It's been so long I could barely remember what that was like."

"That was so special," I agreed. "I don't know what to say."

She pressed a finger against my lips. "Then don't say anything."

Lydia was my brightly shining beacon as I entered manhood. I went from killing birds to admiring them, from reading dirty books to loving a woman, from fighting with mother to respecting the lessons she encouraged me to learn. At that awkward time Lydia taught me much more than an appreciation for birds; she taught me invaluable lessons about life.

I'll never forget my lessons with Lydia. There will always be a special place in my heart for her.

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