After the initial shock and after taking a closer look at the woman, you realize that she is wearing a maid's uniform and has a few towels on her arm. Judging by her very handsome appearance, you estimate her to be in her early twenties at most, probably younger.
You look at each other for a few seconds before her face turns red, she turns around on the spot and leaves the bathroom, mumbling an "excuse me".
You rush out of the shower as quickly as you can and after the stranger, not even thinking about covering your nakedness. You don't get far, however, because as you pull open your bedroom door, which she must have thrown shut behind her, you collide with your stepmother quite violently. So hard, in fact, that she loses her balance and pulls you to the floor with her as she tries to find her footing. Tatjana lands on her bottom during the whole action, but is then pushed further down by your fall. You come to rest, naked as you are, between her spread legs and with your face between her breasts. As you are still wet from the shower, you keep slipping as you try to get up and your hands end up on her firm 95DD tits, albeit completely unintentionally. You subconsciously feel her nipples hardening through the fabric of her blouse before she pushes you off her and slowly pulls herself up again. When you are both back on your feet, she pushes you back into your room and closes the door behind you.
"I would have liked a different start, because I understand that this must be very difficult for you. But you're not the only one here who has to adjust, and it's not the best thing for me either. It's more than regrettable that you suffered such a blow in the middle of puberty and I'm sure that you have a lot pent up, but you can't be serious about attacking the maid at the first opportunity. The poor thing didn't do anything to you and I'm sure if you had been a little more skillful, you would have ended up in her panties. You're obviously well hung, so that won't be your problem. Good genes, I'd say."
"Uh, I think there's been a misunderstanding. It was actually quite different, I..."
"Oh come on now, no flimsy excuses please. If you can't control yourself at all, then come to me. But leave little Natasha alone, ok? Good, I see we understand each other. Oh yes, I'm supposed to give you this from your sister. That's why I came here in the first place."
With these words, she presses a brown opaque bag into your hand. Then she looks you up and down again, raises her left eyebrow briefly as her gaze wanders over your still (or again?) semi-stiff member and then leaves your room with a smug smile on her face.
You still can't quite understand what has just happened. Has your stepmother seriously just offered to help you when the pressure in your balls gets too much again? You must have misunderstood something. Still a little confused, you open the bag in your hand.
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