An Unintended Seduction (pt 2) free porn video

Donna gets to look around my house.


Monday

Monday came around and I found myself, rather to my surprise, somewhat excited by the prospect of showing Donna around the house. I wanted her to be impressed and to like the place and I even spent some time helping to tidy up over the weekend.

I had seen Donna again at the shop since arranging for her to come around and we had agreed that she should visit before her usual trip to the shop after lunch. I could even help her with the bags afterwards if she needed a hand.

My wife went off to work as usual and I settled down to some work although I was somewhat distracted and I found myself looking at the clock more than I usually do. I don’t know why but about 20 minutes before Donna was due I stopped work and went to the bathroom to make sure I looked smart and tidy. I brushed my teeth again and checked that my clothes were in order and that I looked my best.

Silly really, a middle aged man with adult c***dren so concerned about how he looked for a girl who was only in her teens.

Looking out the window I could see that it was a hot and sunny day one of those lovely days you get at the end of the summer, a last fling before autumn arrived. Fortunately one of the benefits of our house is that the very thick walls keep it beautifully cool in hot weather - almost as if it was air-conditioned. 19 inches thick walls will do that !

While I was admiring the weather I saw Donna on the far pavement, waiting for a gap in the traffic so she could cross. She was wearing tight legged purple jeans and a pretty yellow top with thin shoulder straps that did not quite come to the waist of her trousers. She had flat sandals on her feet and looked comfortable in the heat of the day.

As she crossed the road I wandered down to the front hall arriving just after she rang the doorbell. I opened that large and heavy front door to welcome her in.

“Hello Donna, come in out of the heat and welcome to my home.” She seemed both excited and nervous, not quite sure what to say or do but she came into the hall and waited while I closed the door.

“How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine thank you David. Are you sure you are happy to show me round your house? I am really fascinated to have a look.”

“Of course I am, I love other people seeing it and I hope enjoying it as much as I do.” Donna seemed to visibly relax and then shivered slightly.

“It's really cool in here, very nice when it is so hot outside.”

“Are you warm enough? I can lend you a top if you want. I wouldn’t want you to get cold.” looking across the hall at her I noticed that her body had responded to the relative chill and her young budding nipples had hardened and were plainly visible against her yellow top.

I looked away partly in embarrassment (I should really not have been looking or noticing) and partly to make sure Donna did not see me looking and feel uncomfortable. I found myself glancing back again; I just could not stop myself, they looked so lovely.

“No I am fine thank you, its lovely to feel cool.”

“OK then, shall I give you the grand tour?” Donna smiled and nodded eagerly.

“Oh please, I can’t wait to look around.”

I took her first into the living room, deep red walls, plush sofas and the large open fireplace dominating the room. Donna just stood there and said wow over and over again. She grabbed my upper arm as she slowly turned around and around commenting on the paintings with their picture lights, the full floor length curtains and the pieces of tapestry on the walls.

“What an amazing fire place, I bet that is really warm and cozy when it is lit.”

“It is, very much so. You should come back in the winter when we light it; I could stare at it for hours.”

Next we went back across the hall to the dining room with its parquet wood block floor, large dresser and formal dark wooden table that could seat 12 comfortably. Again she was dumbstruck. I don’t know what she expected after all she could see from the outside how big the house was but she seemed totally overawed. She still u*********sly held my arm tightly with both hands, I liked her touch, it somehow made her emotions more personal, somehow transmitted through her hands.

“This is almost as big as my whole flat. We don’t even have a separate room to eat in, we normally sit with trays in our living room.”

“Well we don’t normally eat in here either - it is only two of us after all. We normally eat in the kitchen or in the living room on front of the tele, I think everyone does that every now and then. Shall I show you?”

The kitchen lead to much the same reaction. To say that she was impressed was a massive understatement, still holding my arm she was jiggling up and down as her gaze wandered over the granite sideboards, the Aga and the large island seating and food preparation area.

“Well apart from the larder and loo thats it for downstairs. Would you like to see the rest of the house?” I wasn’t sure about taking her upstairs, I really didn’t want to frighten her, after all it is the bedrooms upstairs but I thought she would like to see them and I knew that she would be impressed by the master bedroom.

“Oh yes please, if you don’t mind that is. I would love to see upstairs if it is anything like this. Amazing.”

“OK then, back to the hall.” We turned and left the kitchen. Although she let go of my arm, which felt cold now without her warm touch, it seemed natural for me to rest my hand on her shoulder as we walked back through the dining room and into the hall.

From there the stairs ran straight up to the first floor. I pushed her gently forward in front of me as we arrived at the stairs.

“Lead on Donna, at the top turn right.” I followed behind, I wanted her to go first so she could “discover” the master bedroom without me blocking her first view. Following behind her I was also able to enjoy a wonderful view of her bottom, beautifully rounded and filling her jeans as it did. It was not what I had intended but I certainly enjoyed the view.

I also found that the sight was causing a reaction in me. Much to my horror I felt myself getting hard as I climbed the stairs behind her with my eyes just below the height of her bottom, fully able to see, and admire, the curve of her buttocks and the gap between her thighs.

What was I thinking? This is a young girl, fair enough she is entering her womanhood and is starting to acquire her adult body, but i would guess that she is between 30 and 40 years younger than me. Am I becoming a dirty old pervert ogling young girls? Anyway she will only be interested in boys of her own age, if she thinks of these things at all. Get a grip David.

Its just as well that it is a single flight of stairs or I would have lost myself in that view. As Donna turned the corner at the top and entered the master bedroom I heard her gasp. It was the reaction I had hoped for and was why I had sent her up the stairs first.

We have a four poster bed in our room and it is a pretty impressive sight with heavy curtains tied back against the posts and a canopy above. I thought she would like it.

She stood in the door way just inside the room and sighed.

“Its just like in a fairy tale. The Princesses Room. That bed is massive, you could play football on it.” she laughed at her analogy and walked dreamlike over to the nearest corner post.

“It would be heaven to sleep in a bed like this, closing the curtains against the cold and the night, snug inside in a world of your own. Do you actually sleep here?”

I laughed. “Yes, Donna, every night.”

“But its huge, I bet I can’t touch both sides, you could get lost on it.”

”You can try it if you like.”

“Can I, oh can I really? Please David.”

“Go on. But take your shoes off first.” She hurriedly pulled her sandals off and let them fall where she was standing and moved to the side of the bed. On her hands and knees she crawled to the middle of the bed and turned to lie on her back. She slid down until her toes were touching the bed board at the bottom and then reached her arms above her head.

“Look David, I can’t even touch the top and I am 5’ 4”. Its huge.” She stayed stretched out like that trying to touch the head board and caused me to catch my breath and to have to hold the bedpost for support.

Stretched out, her top tightened across her chest and rode up her midriff. I was given the most delicious view of her body, her nipples were clearly visible against the tight material of her top and her stomach was as flat as an ironing board, smooth and firm between the bottom of her top and the top of her low slung jeans. I was so tempted to reach out and touch her, to run my hands across her tummy and caress that beautiful, almost translucent, skin.

Donna giggled in obvious delight which made me smile as I looked down on her young and tender beauty spread out on my bed.

“I don’t think I can even reach the sides from here in the middle.” She brought her arms down to her sides and brought them round slowly, fully extended until they were perpendicular to her body and she was making a cross shape - she was right, neither hand was quite at the edge.

“Look, I can make “Snow Angels” on your bed.” With this she started moving her arms in quarter circles from her sides to the cross position and moving her legs apart and then together. Exactly as I used to do when I was a k** lying on my back in fresh snow to make an angel shape.

I don’t think she noticed the effect on me.....seeing her there, opening and closing her legs as wide as she could was spectacular. The fullness of her newly sprung hips, tight in her skinny jeans, almost as if sprayed on, would arouse any man, the fact that she was so young just added a painful twinge of guilt and if i’m honest some fear of the arousal I was feeling.

It didn’t stop me looking though and laughing with her whole heartedly, sharing her easy and relaxed joy. She was clearly enjoying herself very much.

Panting ever so slightly, she stopped her movement and caught her breath.

“David, you are so lucky having such a massive bed.” She paused a little awkwardly. “Does your,...er...wife sleep here too?” She looked uncomfortable as if she was not sure that the question was alright to ask.

“Yes, she does, of course, its our bed not just mine.”

“Its so big I bet you don’t even need to touch each other” she had relaxed immediately when I had answered and she realised that her question was OK.

“Unfortunately that is true, we don’t touch each other in bed; ever.” I think the implication in my reply was missed, she is young of course and probably did not understand what I was implying. The truth is that my wife and I had not had a sex life together for some years now, something I missed acutely but my wife was just no longer interested.

She cocked her head and looked directly at me leaning up on one elbow. “What is it like sleeping with someone?” It was a genuine question, i think it was innocently asked too - the inquisitiveness of youth.

"It's nice, reassuring somehow, just knowing there is someone near you. But surely you know, don't you ever get into bed with your mother or father? When you have a bad dream or there is a storm or you wake up frightened in the middle of the night."

She paused. "I can't really. Oh I used to when I was small but now I can't get in with my Mum and I never knew my Dad, he left before I was born. If I wake up like that I just turn my light on and read for a while until I calm down or just fall to sleep again."

"What a pity, I think you are missing one of the great comforts in life, being able to snuggle up to someone or have them snuggle up to you. Why can't you get in with your Mum?"

Donna became rather shy and there was a pause.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have pried, it's none of my business."

"No, it's OK. It's just that Mum is pretty much bed ridden, she is not really sick but she is very big and can't get around much and finds it hard to sleep."

"So that explains why you end up doing all the shopping. I should have realised." much of the fun and excitement had gone out of the occasion replaced by a contemplative quiet and calmness between us. Funnily enough it did not feel awkward at all, we were comfortable with each other despite the huge difference in age, experience and circumstances. The silence just felt natural.

"Well I guess that is a pleasure you have to look forward to. I am sure you will find someone to be with in the quiet times of the night."

"I hope so, you make it sound really nice." Donna smiled at me and the youthful exuberance and excitement was instantly back. She almost threw herself off the bed and stood wiggling her feet back into her sandals.

"Are you going to show me the rest David? I am sure that there is more to see."

"Come on then, let's continue the grand tour." I'm not sure why but it seemed natural for me to hold out my hand to her, she took it and allowed me to lead her from the master bedroom back into the landing. Her hand felt warm and comfortable in mine, she held me firmly, not passively as some people do, either from embarrassment or awkwardness, but firmly and confidently.

We popped our heads round the door of my office, not an very interesting room really and then looked in the bathroom. Donna was again surprised at the size, commenting that it was bigger than her Mum's bedroom and particularly liked the old style cast iron bath. "You could swim in that!"

The last room on the first floor was our guest bedroom, bright, light and fresh, it used to by my eldest daughter's room and there is still quite a bit of her stuff in there although she had moved out a few years ago.

One thing that Donna immediately noticed was the shoes spilling out from under the double bed. My eldest really does shoes, she had so many pairs that she had to leave many of them here when she moved out. They are all very high heeled and really elegant. Donna saw them and squealed.

"Oh my God, I love high heels. Mum won't let me have any and she has nothing like that so I have only tried them once or twice in shops but I love them. Can I try some on, please David, oh please let me." she was pulling on my hand and had also grabbed my arm with her other hand in her exuberance. She looked up at me pleading.

How could I possible say no and why would I deny her this simple pleasure. "Of course you can Donna. I am sure they will look fabulous on you. But I am not sure if they will fit you."

Donna immediately dropped to the floor and pulled all the shoes she could see from under the bed. There must have been at least half a dozen pairs. She sorted them out and lined them up in front of her. Then she pulled her sandals off again and stood up ready to start trying them on. She was immediately drawn to a very delicate pair of red shoes with a 4" or 5" heel.

Holding on to the end on the bed she very carefully slid her feet into them. They seemed to fit perfectly, much to her pleasure. She straightened up, adjusted her jeans, which now ended a few inches above her elongated ankles and then walked cautiously across the room. Although she was a little bit wobbly for a moment she very quickly adapted and from then on looked totally natural in them.

I must say they looked just stunning on her. She was tall now, nearly as tall as me and what it did for her figure......

For the third time since we had come upstairs I found myself admiring her as a beautiful young woman, with all the physical attributes to attract and mesmerise a full blooded male....such as me. With her legs straight in these heels they seemed to go on forever and of course they caused her beautifully rounded bottom to stand out as if there on a podium just for my benefit.

As my gaze travelled higher (after a fairly considerable pause admiring her backside) I saw other effects. Her shoulders were now back and her spine arched. That was mostly to help her balance but it made her look even taller and caused her to push her modest bust forward. She was really a vision of young womanly beauty. No longer the slightly awkward early adolescent but now the real thing. A fully grown woman. What she would have looked like in an elegant dress and with subtle make up I have no idea but she was all woman as she was.

The jeans looked just perfect with the high heels and made her legs look even longer and slimmer. I could feel myself stirring and was seriously concerned that it would be become obvious. I thought that Donna would have been shocked and horrified if she was aware that she was causing such a response and was appealing to the man in me. I felt the need to sit down, if nothing else to hide the growing bulge.

"Donna, those look fabulous on you. Why don't you give me a fashion parade and I will decide which ones suit you the best."

"Oh yes, what a good idea. You just sit there while I try them all on." It took 10 or 15 minutes for her to try them all. All of it delicious torture for me. I could not keep my eyes off her legs, her bottom and her beautiful, tiny and pert breasts. I was harder than I had been for years probably and of course she would insist on standing in front of me and bending over at the waist with her legs straight to change shoes giving me a perfect view of her legs and bottom.

One time she did this facing towards me and I nearly choked as her thin strapped top came away from her chest giving me an unobstructed view of her little budding breasts with their tender and fleshy nipples.

"Well that's all of them David, I know which ones are my favourites but which pair would you choose?" her question snapped me out of some totally inappropriate revery, I was miles away.

"Well Donna, although I should ask you to try them all again to help me decide I think I already know my decision. It has to be the red pair you tried first. That is always the rule with women and shoes, no matter how many pairs you try it is always the first pair you go for. Am I right?"

"Of course you are, you clever man." she glided over to me and held her hand out for me to take as I rose from the chair.

"Can I keep them on while you show me the rest of the house?" Although nearly my height and 100% grown woman she had gone back to a more c***dish and manipulative tone of voice only this time rather more coquettish, the sensual young woman trying to wind me around her little finger....and totally succeeding.

For the first time I reached around her waist, which seems more natural now that she was so much taller, and guided her out of the bedroom and onto the landing again.

"Only the top floor left to see now. There are two rather messy girls bedrooms there and the playroom, more of a teenagers living room. Do you like a****ls?"

"I do but you surely don't keep a****ls up there do you?" We came to the end of the corridor and I stood aside to allow her to go up the stairs first. It was very deliberate this time. I just had to have the chance to admire her legs and bottom again as I climbed the stairs behind her. The temptation to reach out and stroke the rounded curve and to run my hands up her legs was almost irresistible.

I was now rock hard and straining at my trousers. I had stopped all pretence of denying that I was attracted to Donna and was starting to enjoy the feeling. I was still concerned not to frighten her or to take advantage but why should I deny that she was pretty, womanly and attractive?

On the top floor there is no corridor so the stairs come up into the main room off which there are two further bedrooms. We had turned this room into a social space for our c***dren, there were paintings of a****ls all over the walls done by a friend who is an artist and beanbags, sofas and satellite TV. It was a perfect space for our girls to chill out with their friends or to be a little private with their boy friends. I can imagine the naughtiness that went on up here when they had parties and sleepovers.

Donna was stood at the top of the stairs with her mouth open looking around the room. Perfect for me as I was a few steps below her with my eyes in line with her bottom. My God those heels made her look good.

"Did you let your daughters come her with their friends? Even their boyfriends?"

"Yes, of course, it gave them some privacy"

"I have never had somewhere like this. I can't really bring anyone home with Mum as she is and there is no room in our flat anyway. Did your daughters ever talk to you about boys and things like that?"

"Sometime they did, sometimes they spoke to their Mum but come to think of it they mostly came to me seeing as I am a man I suppose they thought I could give them some advice about boys."

"I have no one like that, I wish I had someone to talk to like that. I wish I had a Dad like you."

"Thank you, that's a really nice compliment. You can talk to me if you like? I am pretty used to it and you won't be able to shock me."

"Can I? Really? I would love to be able to ask someone about boys but Mum hasn't ready had much experience and doesn't want to talk about it at all."

"When I used to chat with one or other of my girls we used to sit either on one of those sofas over there or on the bean bags, we would sit comfortably, perhaps with an arm around each other and just chat away." the bit about the arm around each other wasn't strictly true although we would sit together up here but I rather liked the idea of sitting with an arm around Donna perhaps with her chin nestling at my neck or resting on my chest.

"Can we sit and chat now please David?"

"Of course we can but what about your shopping? Don't you need to do that first?"

"Oh no that can wait, I don't have very much to get anyway."

"Alright then, where do you think you would feel most comfortable?"

"Can we sit on the bean bags and make a sort of nest there, perhaps we can wrap one of those blankets around us so that we feel nice and cosy? Are you sure you don't mind?" Of course I didn't, in the state I was in this was a near perfect outcome but did I think I could remain in control of myself, was this actually a very dangerous situation? Did I really care when I was being offered a cuddle by this gorgeous young woman?

We crossed the room to a corner where there was a pile of bean bags making a flexible mound of comfort.

"OK." with that I walked past her to the bags that were nestled in the corner, Donna followed me and we both sat down together on neighbouring bags. I didn't put my arm around her as I wanted her to initiate that if she wanted to.

We both sort of wiggled around to get comfortable, as you do when using bean bags, and ended up lying almost flat and pretty close together but only actually touching each other at mid thigh and shoulder.

"Would you mind putting your arm around me David, I think it would help me feel more relaxed and more comfortable asking about things."

I reached my left arm over her head and she leant forward to allow it to pass across her shoulders with my hand resting on the middle of her upper arm.

"Can we have the blanket as well?"

With my free arm I grabbed the blanket which was next to me and with her help we spread it over our legs and bodies. Within a couple of minutes we were comfortably and snugly ensconced in the corner of the room.

"Are you comfortable enough Donna?" I felt her nod against my chest where her head had come to rest and mutter agreement, I could feel this vibrate across my chest which did nothing to lessen my enjoyment of this situation. I wondered briefly where this was going and whether it was altogether sensible or not.

It did not take long to put those thoughts out of my mind and anyway, my wife was not due back for at least two more hours.

"Well, if you are comfortable then we can start, but before you start asking questions can I ask a few myself as sort of background?" I felt her nod again.

"Alright, ....do you have a boyfriend at the moment?"

"No, not for a while, as I said its not easy with Mum being as she is. But I have had a few in the past so my questions are not just theoretical."

"Alright, next one. How old are you?"

"I am fifteen, sixteen in a couple of months, how old did you think I was?"

"I think I would have guessed at that but it is never easy to tell with teenage girls, some girls your age are more like fully grown woman and others as still like little k**s."

"And which am I?"

"Oh, I think you are about in the middle of the range, not a c***d but not yet fully a woman. Would you say that's fair?"

"I suppose so but I feel more like a grown woman and less like a c***d."

"OK. Last question, is there a particular boy you want to go out with right now."

"No, although there are a few I quite like there is no one in particular and also no one is showing particular interest in me."

"OK well those were my only questions so please feel free to ask yours."

"Here we go then. Is it normal for you to only do French kissing with your boyfriend once you have started going out. You know, kissing with your mouths open and with tongues."

I laughed. "I know what French kissing is silly and yes it is generally what you will do although perhaps not so much in very public places, for example in front of your parents or teachers." again, I chuckled. "Have you tried French kissing and did you like it?"

"I tried it with Dan who I was going out with a while ago and I am not sure if I liked it. It seemed like the right thing to do and made me feel quite tingly all over but it was very wet and slobbery and it was a bit strange when he started to wiggle his tongue around in my mouth."

"Do you think Dan was experienced at kissing like that?"

"I'm not sure, he seems to have had a few girlfriends but I don't know if they all let him kiss them like that. Is that important?"

"Of course it is, if you think about it, it could be as new to him as it is to you and he may not really know what he is doing. You are probably quite conscious of your own inexperience and don't think that it may be new to him too. It sounds to me as if he is a bit of a novice from the way you described it, it doesn't need to be "slobbery", once you are used to it, kissing like that should not be wet really but just a lovely and tender way of opening up to someone, showing them that you like them and starting to become intimate."

"It's a pity really that we can't all learn from someone more experienced than we are. I remember my first kisses and I am embarrassed to think how rubbish I was and how horrible it must have felt like to the girl concerned."

"So it will get better then?"

"I am sure it will, the great thing is that you can enjoy the practicing too and you will quickly find that you get much better at it." with this I gave her a gentle little squeeze with my arm, sort of an encouragement. I gently rubbed my hand on her upper arm. To my surprise she took that moment to move her arm across my body under the blanket until she was reaching all the way across my chest and sort of hugging me. Because her arm had moved my left hand was now resting on her flank across the bottom part of her rib cage, I could even feel her individual ribs under my fingers. I think my thumb must have been no more than a couple of inches from her left breast.

She snuggled in closer. "I am glad it will get better because it was not great the first time."

"I am sure it will get better. Right, the next question."

"I want to ask something in particular but I don't really know how to put it and I feel a bit embarrassed."

"There is no need for that, I have been through pretty much every thing that you could want to ask with my own girls so please just relax and ask. Also don't worry if you don't put it right the first time, just ask away and I am sure we will work it out between us."

"OK then, here we go. Is it normal for a boy to be rough with you when he tries to touch you."

"Oh goodness, that is a difficult question. First of all what do you mean by rough? If a boy is pushing you around and forcing himself on you then it is definitely not right and something you should resist."

"Oh no, I don't mean like that."

"That's just as well. Some boys and indeed some men don't understand about free will, what is called 'consent' which is when a girl agrees to or even encourages someone's advances, wants to be touched. Some people try to force themselves on girls and it is simply wrong and is never acceptable."

"You must always remember that you never have to do anything you don't want to. No, means no, it's as simple as that."

"Don't worry David I understand that, it's one of the few things my Mum has said to me about boys. That was not what I mean though. I was thinking about a time when Dan tried to touch my boobs through my t shirt and he was a bit rough. They can be quite sensitive and he was not very gentle. I pushed him off because it was hurting me and he was pretty grumpy about it and I think that's why he dumped me."

"Oh Donna you poor thing, that does not sound like a great experience for you and it sounds like you are best without Dan. Can I ask? Did you mind Dan trying to touch your boobs apart from his roughness?"

"Well.....we had been kissing for quite a long time and it seemed a natural thing for him to do, it also felt really nice before he got too rough, it sent wonderful feelings all down my body and I wish he had tried again but more gently, but he had already stormed off in a huff calling me frigid and a tease."

"Dan sounds like a bit of an prat to me but mostly it sounds like he is very inexperienced. He is having to learn too and is not sure what he is doing. It was wrong of him to storm off like that though and there is no excuse for calling you names and dumping you. You are probably best off without him."

"When you find someone more experienced you will find that touching like that can be fantastic, really exciting and very arousing. In fact you will find that you can touch and kiss for hours on end, sometimes without even bothering to breath."

"How am I going to get to that stage though, how am I going to get experienced if all the boys around me are like Dan?"

"Lots of practice I suppose or perhaps you will be lucky and find someone more experienced who already understands how to be gentle, passionate, loving and caring but also arousing for you. That would generally mean older boys but you need to be careful about that as they may want more than you are prepared to offer and may want to move at a faster pace than you are comfortable with."

"Oh God, why can't there be a more easy way of learning about this sort of thing. Somewhere that you can find someone who will help you to learn and not be rough or anything."

I felt Donna starting to shake ever so slightly against me which at first I thought was frustration and anger but I quickly realised was her crying. I guess all this had built up inside her over time and was only coming out now that she had someone to talk to so she could express her frustrations. I felt very tender and caring towards her at that moment, I felt her pain and shared her dilemma.

I pulled her tighter to me with my left arm and rubbed my hand in a soothing way up and down her side. With my other hand I reached up and started to gently stroke her hair. After a few minutes of this I put my right hand across her and into the middle of her back and pulled her in to a tighter hug.

Her response surprised me. Her top leg, her left leg, came across my body to rest at the base of my abdomen only just above my waist band and therefore only just above my crotch. The problem with this was that the closeness of Donna and the increased intimacy of our contact had made me very hard indeed. If I was not careful she would soon notice, how could she not.

At the same time her left hand which had been resting passively on my chest started rubbing up and down, across my stomach then up again around my flank and over the top of my chest. It was as if she was caressing me.

I inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh smell of her hair and of her unperfumed body, womanly, natural and very attractive. This also meant that my chest rose just as her hand came off my flank and across my pectoral muscles, as if I was responding to her touch. Perhaps in some u*********s way I was. I had already allowed myself to get in a very intimate position with this young girl in the complete privacy of my house where there was no one to interrupt us.

Could I really k** myself that this was all innocent and accidental? I had many chances to keep Donna at arms length and whilst each step that brought us to this moment was innocent enough it was still the case that I was lying, intimately entwined with a very attractive young girl who was effectively caressing my chest as we lay under a blanket in the privacy of my top floor lounge space.

What is more, she had a leg d****d across my body and I could feel the heat of her womanhood pressed against my hip. Stationary, thank goodness but pressed against my body all the same.

"There, there Donna. Don't worry, I know it must be frustrating but I am sure we will work it out" I continued to rub her back to sooth her but dared more, I lent my head down and very gently gave her an almost feather light kiss on the top of her head. Certainly chaste in itself but there was no doubting the dangerous game I was playing with myself. Like picking at a scab, instead of backing off and defusing the situation as I knew I should I was stoking the flames and raising the temperature. The air in the room felt thick and heavily pregnant with expectation and sexual electricity.

Donna moaned, her caressing continued but she raised her head towards me without actually lifting it from my chest and looked me straight in the eye and said.

"Will you help me David.....please." with fresh tears drying on the beautiful, youthful skin of her cheeks and her eyes watery with recently shed tears she was totally irresistible. This old fool of a man was without any ability to resist and was totally within her power.

My hand came off her back and I cupped the side of her face. With my thumb I caressed her cheek and wiped away her tears. "Of course I will help you Donna. In any way that I can." As I said these words, perhaps taking me past the point of no return and committing me to something that I would no longer control; my other hand which had been on her flank started to slide down.

Across the side of her tummy, across her waist and on to the top of her jeans. On it went over her hip and down towards the top of her thigh. Before my arm was fully extended I started to bring it back up again but rather than retracing the same path it moved back across the curve of her buttock and then up the middle of her bottom.

As I did this I realised that I was able to contain the whole of her beautifully firm and curved buttock in my one hand. Despite my delight and pleasure at this realisation I allowed my hand to continue its journey. Perhaps with a more experienced woman I would have squeezed and fondled her buttock but it just did not seem right with Donna. After all she had said about the groping that she had received from Dan, and I could not think of any other word that described her experience better than that, it would have been totally wrong for me to have touched her in such a lewd manner.

As my hand started to come up again I pressed harder, even firmly, meaning that I was drawing her into me and pulling her up at the same time. As a result her body was both pressed more firmly into mine and pulled a little higher up towards me.

Still cupping her face with my other hand she started to rise up towards my face. Our eyes were still locked on each other, intently, intimately and with a deep trust. As she rose her eyes slowly shut, with her breath held I drew her closer and closer until with the lightest of touches and a little shot of electricity our lips touched.

Only for a moment and the lightest possible touch but touching all the same. My hand had stopped its journey up her back and I relaxed the pressure with which I was holding her. She moved slightly away from me, eyes still lightly closed. She dipped her head again until it was resting on the middle of my chest and my hand returned to rest in the middle of her back. She sighed a deep and very satisfied sigh.

In the quietest of voices, only just audible she spoke at last.

"Mmmmmmm. I think I now understand how these things can be. I thought for a moment that the world had stopped turning, that breathing was no longer necessary and that my heart would burst through my chest. Thank you so much."

"I am glad you liked it and that you at last have an experience that you can remember fondly but I am pleased to tell you that this is the very least of the pleasure you can expect. That it is just the very first, fleeting and nervous touch and it can be so much more, it can give you so much more and can lead to complete fulfilment."

Donna lay where she was enjoying the rise and fall of my chest the closeness of our bodies and the warmth of me. She had never been this close with some one so ....male and so relaxed and comfortable in that maleness. My smell was like nothing she had experienced before, slightly musky, unscented and very manly. I suspect that this in itself appealed to the emerging woman in her, it accelerated her desire to move to full womanhood to go beyond her c***dish experiences.

Without thinking about it she had crossed a threshold and was a different person. She could never go back to who she was before and probably did not want to. Not that she had any thought about what this might mean, how she would behave differently, what she would want or pursue but just that she had changed.

We lay like this, lightly holding each other for some time, perhaps only 5 minutes or so although it felt longer than that to both of us, while Donna's thoughts and emotions caught up with the changes that her body had already gone through. Donna started to very gently caress my chest again. Although she had moved back down my body after our one tiny and short lived kiss, she had kept her leg cocked across my stomach. There was an intimacy in this position that she did not want to lose just yet. She liked the way it made her feel, the tingle she felt at the base of her belly, like butterflies yet not. This was probably her first genuine feeling of sexual arousal with someone else and she was just starting to understand this.

She moved her leg slowly up and down my body. Probably moving no more than a few inches in either direction but in doing so she was intensifying the sensations she felt deep in her lower abdomen. Shivers of pleasure passing across her sex. The movement was not without affect on me either. She was inadvertently rubbing the front of my trousers giving additional and unnecessary stimulation to my already aroused state.

I could not believe that she was unaware of my hardness. I felt like I could burst and was sure that she could also feel it. I had no intention of hiding it from her, in fact I instinctively started to rock my hips forward and backward with her movements. Although only lying in a simple hug, our movements were unambiguously sexual and I think we both knew it. Me through my significant experience, and she in the innocence of youth but with an intense desire that was beyond her control. Behaviour that was totally natural, instinctive and u*********s, an indication that, without thinking about it she was really ready to start exploring this new side to herself.

My hands were now moving more positively across Donna's back and increasingly also sliding across her bottom. For her part, Donna was now not only rubbing my front with her legs but was also very clearly moving her hips back and forth alternately pressing her pubis against my hip and pressing her bottom back into my hand.

I really should have stopped it at this point but I had not had this sort of intimacy with anyone for some time and I was drowning in her passion and my own rising desire.

It did not take much, some gentle guidance from me and willing compliance from Donna, for her to move her body further across my front. She was now lying fully on top of me with her legs straight just slightly parted and resting either side of mine. Her head was still laid on my chest and I was still stroking across her back and down over her bottom.

Now however, she was no longer able to rub her leg across my front, instead she was able to press her most intimate self right onto my hardness. There was no pretence of ignorance, we both recognised what was happening as we simulated a far more intimate act.

For Donna it was totally instinctive, no need to be taught or guided no need for encouragement or persuasion just natural instinctive passion and raw desire.

My left hand was now cupping her buttocks alternating from one to the other, in part I was enjoying the full firm richness of her bottom and in part I was accentuating the movement between us, movement which was rapidly becoming more blatantly sexual. My other hand had come back up her back and was tenderly stroking the soft and sensitive skin at the back of her neck where her hair fell on to her back.

Encouraged by my stroking of her neck Donna again raised her head from my chest, looking at me directly in the eye with an openness that made me gasp, she slightly licked her lips in anticipation and moved her face closer to mine. There was no need for me to move to her, for me to initiate the next contact, Donna was taking control of matters herself.

This time when our lips touched the contact was held, not moving either to or from each other but just staying in contact. Then very slightly I moved my lips, just enough to cause us to melt. At first this was gentle and tender, lips barely apart and tongues only just touching the other's lips but then, over the next few minutes, we opened to each other. Our mouths become more hungry, there was an increase in passion and commitment as we surrendered to the moment.

Anyone watching would have seen two passionate individuals deeply enjoying each other as much as any two people can without taking their clothes off. We were now kissing with undisguised desire and we were clearly grinding at each other causing the blanket to move as if it had a life of its own.

I was now using the hand on Donna's bottom to push her into me as I pushed forward with my hips to deliver maximum stimulation in a way that she had never experienced before not even when alone in the privacy of her bedroom when she had explored the feelings and sensations of her newly mature body. This was different, this was more and this was intense in a way she could not even imagine previously.

This continued for what seemed like ages both lost in each other, but was probably only a few minutes of intensity. Then, for the first time, I took the lead, I moved my hand from her bottom around to the front of her hip and pressed against her turning at the same time and so moved her from on top of me until she had rolled over onto her back. We did not break contact and the intensity of our embrace did not slacken in the slightest but as she turned over I rolled with her so that now Donna was buried in the bean bags, on her back with me firmly pressed on top of her.

This was new to her, she had never been held like this before, not the inexperienced fumblings of an awkward spotty teenager but the assured movements and encouragement of an experienced sensual man. I was half on her and half on my own hip so that she was bearing some of my weight and my right knee had slid between her legs and was starting to press against her crotch.

She seemed to like the feeling of my weight on her and I suspect she wanted me to move fully onto her but was content to allow me to control the moment. She was acutely conscious of the thigh pressing against pubic mount and could not stop herself from slowly moving her hips back and forth to accentuate the contact and to give herself even more stimulation. I of course could feel this very clearly against my leg and applied steady pressure to help her with her arousal.

The hand that I had used to turn Donna over now moved up her body; from her hip up over her jeans to the side of her torso. I was careful to make sure it stayed above her short top as I was not sure that it was right to take things further at this point. I was not sure if I was ready for that let alone that Donna was.

My hand came to rest just under her left armpit, my fingers around her rib cage almost on her back with the base of my thumb right beside her delicious, small, budding breast. My thumb was raised so that it was not touching her.

Very gently I cocked my thumb so that it was at right angles to my fingers and reached it across Donna’s chest to rest beneath her breast almost to the midline. Like this her breast was centred in the V created by my thumb and fingers.

Added to the intense sensations coming from her crotch this took Donna to a new level of enjoyment. whilst she continued to deeply kiss me she could not stop a deep, almost a****l, moan which vibrated in our mouths. At the same time she took a deep breath inflating her chest as much as she could so that her breast rose where it was right next to my hand.

We remained like this for only a moment before my thumb started to move ever so slightly tracking around the slight curve of her breast, never quite touching her nipple but passing as close as possible to it. It was a glorious tease, almost like a chaste dance between lovers, not quite ready to bring their desires to the fore.

In response her nipple hardened more than she had ever felt before, to the point where it was almost painful bursting with pent up desire. Then, when I thought she could bear it no more I allowed my thumb to glide lightly right across her erect nipple.

Donna gasped, held me even tighter and pushed her hips up towards me with brazen desire. She was now completely lost in these new sensations, completely surrendered to the tender but demanding touch of this man. There was no real conscious thought, her body had taken over and was demonstrating that she was grown up enough to be aroused in this way. However inexperienced she was with men she was ready for womanhood and was willing to leave her c***dhood behind.

I found the touch of her nipple to be an equally exquisite and almost excruciating experience. The way she responded, consciously pushing her chest out and her hips up and u*********sly when her nipple hardened and she groaned with pleasure was what I had wanted but had not dared to hope would happen. I was afraid that I was taking her to a place that she was not ready for but her reaction confirmed her readiness, her desire and her willing surrender to me.

In response my hand moved forward the short distance needed to fully envelop her breast which rested perfectly in the palm of my hand, just the perfect size, ripe, tender and aroused. I also started to shift my weight over and across Donna’s body, as I did this she understood what I was doing and moved to both encourage and assist me.

Donna opened her legs, just a little at first but then as wide as she was able to and moved her right leg under me so that I could now lie completely between her legs.

I still held most of my weight on my left arm beside Donna’s head and on my knees. My right arm was between our bodies still caressing her breast and the prominent bulge of my erection was just above her pubis.

For her part, Donna had not only moved her legs apart but had instinctively also brought her knees up so that her sex was perfectly presented to me as she held me firmly with both arms. She was enjoying rubbing up and down my muscular back feeling me beneath my shirt. This was the most perfect and the most womanly feeling she had ever had before and her head was swimming with desire and delight, a heady cocktail that she knew was absolutely right for her.

Just as she was starting to realise this and understand it and even to think how she could encourage me more she felt me lower myself so that we were not only touching at our chests as we had been until now but up the whole length of our bodies. She had been aware that I had an erection, particularly when she had been on top of me and rubbing herself against me but now she felt my hardness pressing on her jeans zip with much of my weight behind it.

As my weight came onto her she responded by pushing her hips up towards me. After a few minutes of blatant grinding at each other, still kissing passionately and with me tenderly fondling her breast, I pulled back slightly and down from where I had been and then I moved forward onto her again but this time my hardness was not against the front of her trousers but fully between her outstretched legs.

I was pressing exactly at the entrance to her most intimate and feminine place. The feeling was delicious and caused her to push back against me as hard as she could. Now our movements had a clear intention, we were simulating sex. Donna had never done this with anyone, the most intimate contact she had ever had was with herself in the dark quiet of the night. Touching herself lightly to stimulate herself, feeling her juices run and her breath quicken - even once playing with the handle of a hair brush that was conveniently to hand.

But this was different, this was a full grown and experienced man. This was not an inanimate object but the hardness of an aroused man, aroused by her. Natural, unforced, tender and massively stimulating. She knew that she was wet between her legs, she could even smell her own arousal and was sure that I would be able to as well.

I continued my strong slow and forceful thrusts pressing my cock right where the entrance to her pussy was. Donna’s hands moved down my back now and reached for my backside. Each of her small hands held one of my buttocks and as she pulled me onto her she pushed her knees out as far as they would go so that she was as open to me as she could be.

There was no reticence here, no caution from her and definitely no feeling that she was being lead into something by me that she herself did not want with every fibre of her body. Quite the opposite, despite her inexperience it was Donna who seemed to be the most demanding who wanted to increase the pace and push us further into new territory.

This was breath-taking, we were both totally lost in the moment, consumed with each other and our rising passion. I was shocked by where we were, how we had ended up like this. I knew that this was wrong, that it could not continue and indeed should never have started.

I struggled to overcome the base a****l instinct that wanted this to continue and to go further. I knew we had to stop it before it went too far. I was also concerned for Donna, for the fact that I was taking advantage of her (ignoring her complete complicity and consent- taking full responsibility myself) and was concerned that she should not be emotionally harmed by what was happening. I am married, I can commit emotionally to her the way she might expect or want me to.

Gradually and gently I broke our kiss, we both sighed and breathed deeply. I took the opportunity to slide my hand off her breast so that I could take my weight on both my arms and lift my body off Donna's. Whilst this broke the intimacy between us and allowed us both to step back a little from where we were going, it also meant that my remaining body weight was resting between her legs, actually further increasing our mutual stimulation.

"I hope you can now understand that kissing does not have to be a wet and slobbery event and that when people touch they can both enjoy the tenderness and excitement that it can bring"

I was looking down at her as she lay under me, I smiled at her and dipped to give her a gentle kiss on her lips that only lingered for a moment.

"Oh yes David, that was amazing and I understand what you said about time standing still and wanting to kiss for hours."

"Good, I am glad that I could help you understand these things and perhaps help you to get a little experience. But now we really should stop. You have shopping to do and I have work and we really should not be like this you and me. You need someone more your own age and I am a married man."

"I know but that was so nice I really don't want it to stop. You are a great teacher." she smiled at me with a cheeky and slightly sauce smirk that spoke of years beyond her experience, she certainly seemed more grown up and mature than a girl her age was likely to be.

I rolled off Donna and quickly rose to my feet. I reached a hand down to her and helped her up. When there she quickly put the high heels back on, then immediately took my hand and stepped in close to me, with the extra height that the shoes gave her she was able to nestle just under my chin. She breathed deeply enjoying my manly scent.

"Thank you David, that was special for me and thank you for showing me how things can be. I just hope that I can find boys of my age to enjoy that with but I will always remember this afternoon and your kindness." she lifted her face to me and once again kissed me, this time not so chastely and she momentarily flicked her tongue into my mouth. As we separated she allowed the back of her other hand to brush across the front of my trousers.

With an impish giggle she let me know she was aware of my arousal.

"I hope you enjoyed being my teacher."

I laughed, gently pulling her arm I led her to the stairs and down to the middle floor and then down again to the front door.

Stood just inside the door we turned to each other.

"Do you want a hand with your shopping Donna?"

"No I'll be fine thank you David, but I hope you will help me on other occasions. I will need lots of help, particularly as Mum is going into hospital for a few days soon. Will you help me if I need it?"

The double entendre was clear to me and despite the fear and concern I had about how things could escalate I found myself hardening again and thinking how delicious it would have been if we could have allowed things to continue.

Looking at her straight in the eye I, responded fuelling the double meaning in her question.

"Of course I will, I very much enjoyed helping you and will always be happy to again. Now you can take those heels off young lady, my daughter would be most unhappy if they went missing."

Donna groaned. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice." but she bent down, deliberately making sure that I had a great view of her roundly curved bottom and took the heels off replacing them with her flat sandals.

"I guess I had better go"

"I think that's probably best"

As I reached for the front door to open it Donna stepped right up to me, raised herself on her tip toes and planted a far from innocent kiss on my mouth. She made no attempt to break from me and the kiss lingered, the passion returned between us and our tongues danced with each other. Instinctively my hands came round her, one across her back and the other straight on her bottom, pulling her tightly into me and holding her up. Donna's hands were curled around my back stroking it's breadth, enjoying my strength and masculinity.

Eventually we broke although neither of us wanted to.

I tapped Donna on her bottom. "Go on you bad girl, off you go and do your shopping, before we both regret it. I hope you have enjoyed your tour of my home, maybe you can visit again if you want to."

"I would love to, I am sure there are places, or things, that you haven't shown me yet. David.....will you tell your wife I came to visit?"

"I will tell her I let you look around but I think I will keep your....education...just between you and me. Will you be telling your Mum?"

"Like you I think I will just tell her about looking round your house, she knows that we have become friends and is very grateful for the help you give me. Not as grateful as I am of course." with that she opened the front door and was gone before I could respond to this last comment.

I closed the door and lent against it letting out a long and slightly troubled breath. What had I done, what had I got myself into? I was still hard in my trousers, clearly tented on front of me and I now noticed an obvious wet mark where the end of my cock was and my precum had soaked through both my underwear and my trousers.

I went upstairs and into the en suite bathroom where I took off my trousers and pulled my boxers down, inside there was a copious amount of goo smeared around, it was as if I had actually cum there was so much of it, I was more stimulated than I had been for years. Without even thinking I took myself in my clenched fist and with just 4 or 5 long strokes brought myself to a shuddering climax, aiming for the sink I managed to spray my load all over, missing the basin but covering the surround, the tiles and even a little as high up as the mirror.

After cleaning up quickly and making sure there was no mess to have to explain away later I went back to my desk, distracted and troubled but excited and thrilled by what had happened that afternoon. Although Donna had clearly enjoyed herself, an understatement to say the least, I was really concerned that I had taken advantage of her. That I had abused her innocence. I was less worried about the fact that she was legally below the age of consent (although true and technically making me some sort of pervert) it was more that I had spoiled her innocence, sullied her somehow for my own gratification. I was pretty hard on myself probably.

A few minutes later, whilst on the phone to a client I glanced out of the window and saw Donna walking back for the shop, only 3 bags this time so really no need for my help. As she drew level she looked across at the window I was at, she looked straight at the window and smiled broadly as she walked on.

Well, she certainly did not seem traumatised by what had happened, quite the opposite really.

As Donna passed out of sight I turned my attention back to my client and immersed myself in work. Guilt came later of course together with firm promises never to be so weak again and definitely not to let it happen again.

.....what happened next?