DIARY OF A TEENAGE MILKMAN

I guess I must have let out a small gasp, hopefully an appreciative one as I heard her chuckle, “Take your coat off, and your shoes and make yourself comfortable” she said as she turned back towards me, I did, but comfortable I was not, I sat on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, my back turned away from her, not daring to look at her magnificent body again lest I turn to stone. Using my adult knowledge of the female form I’d say she was something like a 38, 26, 40, and curved in all the right places, big beautiful titties, not too slim in the waist but with a flat belly for her age which I later found to be 46 at our time of meeting and a great big tight beautiful ass, bootylicious I think they’d call it these days.
At this point all I was studying was my feet, wondering if my socks were clean. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder, both hands, rubbing my slim boyish shoulders, I still hadn’t grown to anywhere near my adult height, standing only five foot nine and weighing no more than nine and a half stone, she was bigger than me, no doubt about that.