Learning something new after leaving university - Sex Stories

Learning something new after leaving university

... house. There was a slight awkwardness between us after what had happened, but eventually Liz spoke. "I'm sorry about this morning," she said, "Rob is so casual about these things and forgot you are in the house." "No, no, I'm sorry!" I blurted out - after all, I didn't have to look. "It wasn't your fault!" Liz laughed, and that broke the slight tension between us as I joined in the laughter. I don't know where my next words came from, since as I said I was still a naive young man with little experience outside what I would now call vanilla sex from soft porn and the girls I had dated at university. "Actually, I quite enjoyed it," I said, with another half-laugh - and immediately wished I hadn't. Liz laughed, I thought with some returning awkwardness, but then the bus arrived and I was spared any further embarrassment for the time being as we boarded the busy bus and ended up on separate seats. As we walked from the bus stop in town to the offices, I had to apologise for that remark and said I hoped I hadn't offended her. Liz again laughed and told me not to worry, she genuinely thought it was funny. That made me feel happier about my behaviour, but then the image I had witnessed and the erotic spark it had fired within distracted me all day, especially whenever I went to the office bathroom - I couldn't stop myself from thinking about what had happened. Back at Liz's house that evening, it was one of Rob's nights for playing football and he would then go out to the pub and ...

... not be home until late. Liz was preparing supper and I was sat in the kitchen chatting with her, the TV on in the background. "Oh, sod it!" she said. "If he's going out drinking, we're going to have a drink too! Would you go down to the shop and get a bottle of wine, please?" Liz gave me some money - I was the lowest of the low paid at the time - and off I went to the shop where I picked up a bottle of the white wine I already knew Liz liked from our Friday pub visits. We had a pleasant supper, laughing about the office characters, talking about our families and half-watching some comedy on the TV. Liz drank most of the wine and when the meal was over and I offered to clear up, she said she was going upstairs to get ready for bed, taking her last glassful with her. I washed up the dishes and tidied everything up. It wasn't that late but I thought I would go to bed and read for an hour. As I headed up the stairs I could gradually see that the bathroom door, opposite the top of the staircase, was open, and the light in the bathroom was on. I reached the top of the stairs - and there opposite me was what I had begun to want to see: Liz again sat on the toilet, the silky robe pulled up above her lap only this time with the front noticeably open revealing a glimpse of her small but very pretty breasts. There was no mistaking the sound that now came from her as she relieved her bladder. We stared at each other for just moments, until Liz raised herself slowly from the seat and pushed ...