DIARY OF A TEENAGE MILKMAN

The feel of her touch on my shoulders was like the best feeling I’d ever felt, can’t get better than this I thought, how wrong I was, I can’t honestly say that I was even aroused at this point, stunned would be more accurate, my mind was racing, wondering if she’d let me touch her big titties, if I’d get a glimpse of her pussy, infantile juvenile thoughts of your average fifteen year old virgin. As these thoughts competed for space in my head I felt her hands move from my shoulders down over my chest, at the same time I could now feel her nipples poking into my back as I felt he shuffle closer to me as I sat stone like on the edge of the bed. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck, smelling the faint whiff of whisky, “I told you I had a birthday tip for you, and I’ve made sure we have plenty time for you to enjoy it” she whispered as I now felt her tongue flicking against the back of my neck, working its way round to my right earlobe which she took between her lips, sucking lightly on it, her hands having now found my nipples, fingers doing little circles round them, I was surprised to feel them harden, and an exquisite sensation run between my earlobe and nipples, the hairs on the back of my neck on end, it was only now I realised that I was getting hard, harder than I’d ever been before, I’d been masturbating since I was twelve and my cock had grown over the years to a respectable seven inches, like most boys my age I’d measured it ! But now? now it was much harder than any porn mag or my ragged copy of the happy hooker had ever managed to make it.
I didn’t dare breathe in case I broke the spell or ruined the moment, I didn’t know what she intended, would she change her mood if I dared move, or tried to touch her? Would she come to her senses and throw me out? I was afraid to tempt fate, I need not have worried. I couldn’t help but arch my neck backwards, so amazing was the feel of her lips and tongue on my neck and earlobe, her right hand slid further down my chest puling my T-shirt from the waistband of my jeans, before returning to join the left attending to my now bared chest and hardened nipples, then down, tracing a line with her finger towards the top of my jeans, as far as she could reach until her hand touched the denim covered head of my hard cock, straining against the buttons and confines of my boxers. I felt her hot breath as she found my hard cock with her hand; she murmured a little “mmmmm” in my ear as she ran her fingers over the outline of my shaft. Her lips returned to sucking greedily on my lobe as her fingers found the top button of my jeans, popping it open with ease, I still had not moved, I still had not spoken a word since entering the flat. Another button popped, freeing some of the strain my cock had been feeling, I sighed with relief, arching my back even more, allowing my ass to raise slightly from the bed. She took control, undoing the remaining buttons and worked the jeans down over my thighs where they fell to the floor.