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mrs stevens number 1
Date: 5/8/2016, Categories: Mature Author: walkabout
... put out a whole tray with pot and creamer and cups and stuff. There was sugar in the bowl so I put some cream in the creamer and poured the coffee into the china pot. I put the plate on the tray and carried the whole thing out like a waiter. I was actually pretty proud of how I was taking care of her. Then I put it down on the little table by her and said "your breakfast, Mrs. .stevens" Like I was a waiter. She smiled and had me pour her a cup with cream and one sugar while she ate part of the bagel. I sat down too and she told me to have coffee. I don't really drink it but it seemed very polite so I did it. I had a cup the same way and sipped it. I liked it a little but what I liked more was looking at her legs the way they came out of her bathrobe. She was laying back on a chair with her legs spread out and crossed at the ankles. Nice legs. Awesome legs. I think I like them better in stockings but whatever. Her legs were great anyway you looked. I guess I never thought about it before but I was definitely a leg man. After a few minutes, she reached her hand out to pat my hand and said "thank you for being a good waiter. I think the week is off to a good start." I was going to say "it would be if you wear that awesome dress from last night everyday" but of course I didn't. I just enjoyed sitting there with her appreciating me and staring at me a little bit. The she let go of my hand and sat up a little bit. She said "Stevie, dear, I want to ask ...
... you something." She looked at me and said, "are you a virgin?" I almost freaked. I mean who the hell just asks that? Especially someone I hardly know. I almost got up and walked out. I was angry, mostly angry, maybe a little embarrassed. Like I'm going to talk about this with some lady who used to be my teacher. "No. What? I mean of course not. Why would you think that? Why are we even talking about this? I'm not, you know, I get around and all that." She smiled but didn't laugh. "Stevie, don't be mad or embarrassed. You know sweetie that you can tell Mrs. stevens anything and it will be just between us." She smiled but I didn't say anything, I was almost unable to talk. She patted my hand again and said, "But you haven't actually had intercourse have you? Mrs. stevens knows these things." I didn't say anything and I was just red and pissed. I mean I'd done stuff, maybe not a lot of stuff and maybe she was technically right but why were talking about it? It was like she could hear my thoughts though. "It's okay, darling. I don't think boys should have sex when they are 15 or 16 or 17. I think it's good to wait you turn 18. It's important to wait and we wouldn't even be talking if you weren't an adult." "I'm almost 19 actually and whatever I do or not is because I decide to and want to and I don't need anyone's permission. I don't know what my mom put you up to but I'm my own man." Then she patted my hand again. "Of course, ...