Matty Scores a Hat-trick - Sex Stories

Matty Scores a Hat-trick

... was good, and I'd enjoyed it.

'Now we start the undressing, and I suggest that you start by taking your top off and bearing your chest - chest beating unnecessary though.' As I suspected his torso was quite delicious: broad shoulders, deep chest, pronounced musculature, good tan and a covering of very fine fair hair. It was a long time since I was as near to such a sight, and I was close to drooling. I couldn't resist putting a hand on his chest and stroking pecs and their covering. I also tried a gentle tweak of the nipples and a squeeze of a bum cheek.

'Next my top please.' I'd put on a button-up blouse, and as the house was warm, nothing but a bra beneath. He got a bit of a shock, I think, when he saw the extent of breast displayed by the uplift bra. 'I'll turn round this time, but you'll have to learn to unfasten it from the front.' It seemed to come off very easily. Chuck it on the chair and take your trousers off. Leave your underpants or boxers on, but remember to take off your socks.' Easy instructions soon followed. Now I was getting involved as more than just a mentor. I turned my back on Matty again and invited him to slide his hands down inside my knickers, which he did, but then wanted further instructions. 'Hook your thumbs over the tops, pull your hands round to the side, and slide the knickers down to the floor.' I bent over rather flagrantly to pick them up, still back to him. I moved backwards, got his hands on my breasts and gave him a lesson in ...

... nip-the-nipple and breast kneading. When I'd got him going there - and I now realised what sensitive hands he had, oh yesss! - I could forage down the front of his boxers. As I had hoped and anticipated what I found was at least six inches long and a good width, very straight, and I doubt if it could have been harder. I had great pleasure in taking its full details.

'How are you feeling Matty?' I asked, although it was a rhetorical question really, as it seems he was largely speechless but for a few murmuring groans.

My hands slid round under the boxer fabric to feel his lovely buns. As I squeezed and lifted them he put a hand down his front and adjusted himself. I am not a torment: my brothers would never have let me get away with it, so I eased the shorts off his hips and slid them to the ground, taking care to manipulate his adorable cock to avoid any hang-up.

If it was always like this I thought I'd really relish being a teacher - so rewarding! That naughty thought was enough to get the gear oil (as a former mechanic boyfriend called it) flowing, and I smiled to myself that I would now be able to fulfil my responsibilities as an instructress, although my level of anticipation was not very becoming for a mature teacher.

'I think you could turn round now Matty. You might like to fondle my breasts and perhaps make some sort of appreciative comment.' This might be interesting.

He turned and stood looking for a very long time; in the end I took his hands and put them ...