How I lost my virginity an older woman. - Sex Stories

How I lost my virginity an older woman.

It was a hot July and I was working at my father’s restaurant. Since it was seasonal the staff only worked there from May until September. I started working there when I was ten years old, but now that I was older and I was promoted to a more responsible position. The restaurant had a cellar where we stored all the foodstuffs, a main floor that could accommodate 180 people, and an upstairs that could hold 80 people. I was in charge of the cellar. My father employed waitresses and chefs from London and part of the deal was they had rooms within the restaurant. In fact there were about 8 different bedrooms, I shared one with a friend. One of the regular employees was a married lady named Margaret. I had always liked Margaret and she always called me her favorite boy. She was about 5ft 2in with lovely blonde hair, big rounded tits, and a trim waist that was exaggerated by her wide belt, which she always wore tight, and an above the knee blue serge skirt. Her tits looked lovely and full inside her crisp white blouse. She had lovely big blue eyes set in a round face. Her nose had a slight turn up at the end, I always joked about that in a very friendly manner. She had watched me grow up but had never allowed this to stop her from putting her arms around me and being very friendly. Little did she know that over the years I had a crush on her and had on many occasions masturbated myself over fantasies about her. But this season I noticed that when I saw her there was a different ...

... feeling inside me and I couldn't play with her without getting a hard on. At first she pretended not to notice, but one day when we were having a lunch break together she started asking me personal questions. She knew I had a girl friend and she asked me if I had had sex with her. I lied and said, &#034Of course I have, all the time.&#034 She looked at me as I blushed and she said, &#034Right,&#034 as her head kept nodding. We really did have a good friendly relationship and we always worked together in the upstairs restaurant. She caught me looking at her many times and she even made jokes about it. I was so naive and she obviously knew this and caught me time after time and made things harder for me by rubbing herself up against me, even brushing her tits across my arms when we were drying the plates. One Saturday morning in July my dad told me to go work in the cellar and explained to me what I had to do. I had been down there about an hour when Margaret called my name; I answered and went to meet her. She asked me where all the clean tablecloths were, I told her last room down to the right, as there were about ten rooms in the basement. She said that she would not go down there on her own, as there was no light. I put the light on which supplied the room and walked down with her. The tablecloths were on the top shelf and she couldn't reach them so I reached above her head. As I stretched above her I got the funniest feeling inside me, the small hairs on the back of my neck ...