At the Hands of Samantha - Sex Stories

At the Hands of Samantha

This is the first in a series of stories based on my own, true to life sexual adventures. All of the stories have had names changed, but are true to life as they happened. Obviously they start off a little tame, but as the years pass, and my experience grows, the adventures become more erotic, sometimes kinky and more in depth. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. In All of the stories I am 18 or older.

As a teenager, I probably grew up like most teenage boys, lusting after girls at school: teachers, local women, neighbours etc.

I spent many an hour in my room or the bathroom, wanking furiously thinking about seeing them naked, doing things with them etc.

I was always a bit shy around the girls at school, but once I hit 18, and went out to work, my confidence grew. And I started to get bolder.

My first job was in a local department store, a few miles from home. It had the usual clothes departments, a cafe, shoe department, homeware department etc. All staffed by a variety of women ranging in age from their early 20s through to their late 50s. There were quite a few stunners, and a fair few very good looking women amongst them.

As one of a handful of males in the whole store, I was the youngest by a fair few years. A few of the women would tease me, flirt and do things and say things that now would probably get people sacked!

I grew accustomed to this, and began flirting back, responding to teasing comments with some of my own. As I said earlier, getting bolder.

So ...

... one lady, Sam, was in her mid 30s, a curvy brunette who would always try and embarrass me by making rude comments or asking questions about my (non-existent) sex life, whether i liked boobs or bums better. Things like that. I would try and reply with innuendos of my own, and began getting better at it as time went on.

One day I was taking invoices around the store, when I reached Sam's clothing department. The assistant told me Sam was in their stockroom, getting something. To be honest I thought nothing of it and went in to look for her. As I went inside I was greeted by a sight I had imagined a few times as I wanked my young cock.

Sam was on all fours, rooting around in some boxes. To make it easier for herself she had hitched her skirt up slightly, and I could just see a glimpse of stocking tops, but also her amazing looking arse, skirt tight over it.

I felt an all too familiar feeling in my trousers. I coughed politely and Sam looked back at me, first at my face, but then at the pretty obvious bulge at my crotch.

Standing up, Sam said,

"hello, just what do we have here then? Enjoying the view there were you?" smiling and laughing at me.

I don't think she was expecting my response as I replied,

"Well, I think you can see I was enjoying the view!" As I gestured towards my bulging hard-on.

Sam stepped closer to me,

"I can indeed you naughty boy, and I don't think you can go back out there, mmm, like this, can you?" As she rubbed my cock through my ...