Vivian - A retired whore

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Slow burner, folks! Real-life seduction takes time.

Oh, by the way, keep an open mind with this beautiful memory, or just don’t read it, because young men do experiment (just as young women), discovering their sexuality. I don’t want to spoil it, but we all know that, for example, young girls also try out all kinds of things. So do boys. Just saying.

Don't tell me you never did!

PS: I have published the story under fetish, to cover "my ass"...

:-)

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As we lived in Spain, the summer high school vacation was roughly three and half months long. Normally, once you had done all the final exams in June, you could stay home until mid-September. The reason was the heat. June was still OK, but July and August were unbearable, and in those days, schools did not have air-conditioned classrooms, thus the long vacation. When we came back to school, normally around the 15th of September, we didn’t even know how to hold a pen anymore, having spent the entire time on the beach, clubbing, and trying to seduce women.

Trying. Because, after Élodie, my sexy 21-year-old French neighbor took my virginity; that didn’t mean I knew how to get women to fuck me. Far from that, I was a pretty shy boy for the next two years. Two reasons for not getting laid: my shyness did not work well with sluts who were on a two-week vacation and wanted a real man to fuck them, needing a fast and hard approach. I was just lucky with Élodie because she was a true club slut. But she could afford it, having the looks of a Penthouse babe. I was lucky because I used to hang out with her much younger brother, and whenever she spoke to me, I looked down at my feet, not able to handle the sight of her beautiful topless titties. I guess she showed me how to fuck out of pity or perhaps having the urge to make me a man.

So, two years later, having no fucking success with either tourists or locals, because Spanish girls my age weren’t even kissing those days, out of religious reasons and being prude, I kind of focused on making money. I worked at a restaurant washing the dishes, but my mom forbade me to continue working there after the first week; the late hours were killing me. So, I found a new job: cleaning swimming pools. In those days every house had its own pool. This was normal. The question was how to get in touch with the owners. Again, my mom helped me, saying that I should simply go to the “Dutch Club” and meet people there, do some advertising, and so on.

The Dutch Club was the typical kind of private society that offered to anyone a wide range of activities; they had their own tennis courts, mini golf, bingo nights, and so on. I used to play tennis there with my dad, and he also went to those baccarat nights, a card game I still do not understand today. But the Dutch Club was a great way to meet people, speak in your own language, and have social activities. Most members were, of course, local Dutch.

I had flyers made with the services I was offering during the summer, highlighting pool cleaning, because it was easy money. Now there were no cell phones in those days, nor did the internet exist. So, communication would mainly be done by simply visiting folks. Even a landline did not help much, since in the summer I was never home.

And I had no success winning new customers at all.

Everybody was already set up and satisfied with whoever was cleaning their pools. I tried selling my services for two more weeks until I was about to give up the whole idea. And then, out of nowhere, Vivian approached me. I knew her vaguely and had seen her a couple of times, but that was it. She led a quiet life, a bit secluded if you ask me, but I didn’t know the reason. Yet. I was standing next to my bicycle at the Dutch Club as she asked me if I was still cleaning pools. My face lit up, and I eagerly nodded, saying, "Yes, I do!"

She asked me a couple of things about the pool cleaning as she looked me up and down, and it felt as if she were evaluating me. She asked about the price and said that she wanted it to be done at least twice a week. We agreed on everything, and she offered to drive me to her house so I would know how to find it. I mentioned my bicycle, but she said that once we were done, she would bring me back here.

As we drove up the mountain to her house, I had the chance to give her a quick peek. She was chatting about all kinds of things and occupied with driving, so she didn’t see me checking her out. At least, that is what I thought. She was about 5.8 ft (175 cm); I guess she was in her mid-forties, and as a teenager, I could not miss her big 75F (34DD) tits. Brown eyes, blonde hair, and months later, I would learn she was mixed Dutch and Spanish. I remembered she would normally wear skin-tight clothes, and my teenage eyes guessed she had a 38-27-34 body because her tits were clearly bigger than her butt, but she had a nice slender waist.

Of course, she had noticed me looking at her. “It is hot, don’t you think?” and gave me a flirty look. “I need to undress a little; is that OK for you?”

She started opening her tight blouse with her right hand, the left one remaining on the steering wheel. I could, button by button, see her bright red bra slowly appearing, only half covering those beautiful, large breasts. It was a quarter-cup bra made out of satin, and I could see the naked upper part of her full tits, her pointy, hard nipples now freed and in the open. I felt sweat break out on my forehead, and being a typical sexless teenager, I got rock hard in seconds; my big cock outline in my shorts was now hard to miss.

Of course, Vivian saw this, and she gave me a seductive smile. “Do you like my new bra?” She asked, breathing in deeply, her breasts on full display, making them want to jump out of it. She looked again at me and placed her right hand on my thigh, inches away from my painfully erect young cock.

“I like you. Have you noticed?” She whispered, “Do you like me too?”

This was the second time in my teenage life a woman got me so aroused that I was worried I would come in my pants. Two years ago, Élodie always made me cum with the slightest touch, her soft fingers making my young balls spew cum whenever she wanted to. And she wanted it often.

Vivian noticed my arousal and asked me softly, “Would you like to touch my breasts a little?”

I didn’t know what to say and kept quiet. Saved by a sharp curve, she had to hold the wheel with both hands, and my balls got a little break. Two minutes later, we reached her well-hidden house, and she parked the car in front of her garage.

“Come with me; let me take you.” She said, and I swear, for me it had a double meaning as she walked in front of me, with a fluid, continuous swaying of her hips, naturally rotating and shifting laterally, automatically seducing me and inviting me to **** her right there in the middle of the driveway.

The moment we entered the house, she showed me around, the pool being in the back of the garden, and she had a little garden shed storing all the tools and cleaning products for the pool. She briefly explained the chloral mix she wanted, the pool vacuum cleaner, and how to connect it. Then she proceeded to show me the house, telling me that whenever I was cleaning the house and she was around, I could grab drinks from the fridge without asking. She added that she wanted me to feel at home. The final tour part of the house was upstairs, and as I followed her walking up the stairs, I could see her great butt sway right in front of me. I hadn’t known she had such a great figure, and I stared at her butt. Somehow, she noticed and looked over her shoulder, smiling at me.

“I have several bedrooms. Whenever you feel tired, feel free to rest a little on my bed. But be careful; I might join you.”

I swallowed, looking at my feet.

Upstairs she showed me the main bedroom she had mentioned and the smaller guest’s bedroom, the bathroom, and the large balcony. “Do you like my bedroom?” She cooed, looking me in the eyes, “I have a lot of sex here…”

I blushed again, and she took me to the balcony. As we stood there, I could see the entire back garden and the pool. She had a nice place. I was lost in my thoughts, trying to guess how long it would take me to clean her pool as she spoke to me again, hiding my bulge with both my hands.

“I like to suntan here,” she said, "but I do it naked. " Does that bother you if you see me naked?” She teased. I felt my face blush red from embarrassment but was able to say something like “Not at all.”

“Good. If you like, you can clean the pool now; I want to change into something more comfortable.”

I nodded, having been teased non-stop by her and worried that my shorts might show wet spots of my precum.

I walked down the stairs, and at the pool area I took off my t-shirt, socks, and shoes and started cleaning the pool, firstly using the leaf skimmer to clear the water surface. The pool was a bit dirty, so I had enough work to do. As I was still busy catching all those floating leaves, I felt my cock still being hard as stone, and it was not going to go down in a while. Vivian had been offering herself the entire ride, and only my cock knew what to do with such an invitation. I might have to masturbate tonight, I thought, my stupid teenager brain not understanding that a pussy was being offered to me, right here, right now.

I heard her footsteps approaching behind me. “How is it going, honey?” Her sexy voice asked, Vivian now standing really close behind me. I could smell her seductive perfume, and as her warm bikini-covered breasts softly touched my naked back, my cock got even harder.

I turned around, trying to answer her until I saw her standing there, dressed in a small silver bikini that was trying its best to hold her breasts in place, those large breasts spilling out to all sides, showing me her delicious underboobs, her erect nipples barely covered, and a bit of both her dark areolas. Her breasts tried to tear up that bikini, and I could swear she had put on more makeup and a different, much redder lipstick. The bikini bottom was doing its best trying to keep her most intimate parts covered, and as I looked further down, I noticed she was now wearing silver open high heels, perfectly matching the color of her skimpy bikini.

My jaw dropped down as I saw what an erotic woman she was, way beyond sexy.

She smiled at me, pleased with the effect she had on me. “Do you like my new bikini?”

“Very!” That was all I could say, a bit overwhelmed by her sexuality. My already hard cock twitched, and I believe she saw what just happened because she gave me a sultry look, one hand softly caressing my arm.

“Why don’t you take a break with me?” She whispered.

I turned around, looking at the pool, which I had barely started cleaning, and I was about to say something about not having finished as she cut me off and took my hand in hers.

“Come with me; let's take a break on the lounger bed.” Her other hand was pointing at the two-person lounger, which was standing near the house in the shade. Gently taking me there, holding hands, I heard her high heels make that sexy, sharp, crispy, and rhythmic sound on the hard tiles around the pool. “Click, clack, clack.” Being led by the hand by an almost naked, arousing woman made my young cock make a little wet precum spot in my tight trunks.

Before I could lay down, she handed me a pair of swimming trunks. “You look hot; better change.”

I was about to walk into the house; she stopped me and whispered, “You can change right here. I don’t mind, sweetie. I won’t bite, unless you want me to. She added, smiling, as she was looking at the outline of my young, hard cock.

I hesitated, and I didn’t know what to do.

Vivian stepped closer to me and asked, “How about if I take off my bikini top so we wear the same amount of clothes?" "That would be only fair, don’t you think?”

And without waiting for my answer, her hands slowly untied her bikini behind her back. She first untied the back tie, and then her hands went up and opened the halter neck tie. She held with one arm the bikini in front of her large breasts and then, keeping eye contact with me, slowly lowered it, revealing her beautiful big tits to me.

“Do you like my breasts?”

I nodded, and an almost silent “yes” escaped my lips, my throat dry.

“Let me help you with your shorts.” And before Vivian did so, she grabbed a smaller lounger pillow and placed it routinely in front of my legs, kneeling down on it, as if she had done this many times in the past.

“It’s better for my knees when it takes a bit longer.” She cooed and opened the only button of my shorts. After lowering the zipper, she expertly pulled down my shorts in one go, all the way to my ankles. I still had my sneakers on, but she was quick in taking those off for me. The moment I stepped out of my shorts, she dropped them behind her, wanting nothing to interfere with her undressing me.

My bulging trunks were right in front of her face, and Vivian asked me if I was perhaps wearing a sock, her hand caressing the prominent swelling under the stressed fabric. Before I could say anything, she told me it was time to put my swimming trunks on, and with both her hands, she grabbed the waistband of my trunks, lowering them all the way to my ankles, releasing my fully erect cock into the open.

“Oh my,” she admiringly said to me as she caressed my hard flesh. "Aren't you a big gun?”

She looked up at me and told me she had "to have a taste, if that was OK with me.”

Vivian didn’t wait for my answer and prepared herself for a delicious snack. Being careful not to have any other possible interference, with a sudden, sharp flick of her chin to the right, she whipped her head to the side, sending her blonde hair in a voluminous wave cascading over her left shoulder. Now that her hair was out of the way, she gently pulled back my foreskin, and her skillful tongue quickly dabbed the glob of precum away.

“Mmmmh.” She moaned and took my entire young cockhead in her expert mouth. Her tongue softly swirled around my sensitive head, dancing around it, and it was the first time in years, after being deflowered, a woman sucked me again. It was too much for me. I felt my balls getting ready to pump my young semen into her mouth, and just then, she stopped, taking a short break from sucking on my rod, whispering, “I like it quick the first time.”

I couldn’t speak, my face all flushy and red, glistening with sweat, experiencing Vivian's raw sexual power. My hair was damp, and beads of moisture started merging into trickling sweat drops.

Before she took my entire cock into her mouth again, she added, “I like to swallow cum.” Quickly sliding my hard rod deep inside her thirsty throat again.

I grunted like an animal as I pumped more cum inside her. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her eager mouth, and I felt my own cream floating around my seed-spewing cockhead as I was inundating her mouth.

Vivian grabbed my buttocks to hold me in place, making sure I wouldn’t go anywhere but deeper. One of her fingers slid inside my anus and gently massaged my prostate, ensuring my balls would be drained completely.

As I finished unloading my jizz, my balls hurt from the professional drainage she gave me. Not a single drop of little babies was left in them, and Vivian was already swallowing my hot seed, softly moaning with each big gulp of warm sperm she took.

As she was done swallowing the last drop of my warm semen, in a natural way she automatically licked her lips with her tongue, making sure not a single rope of cum was lost.

“That was yummy!” She said, as she stood up again, “I feel your warm babies deep in my stomach.”

“Now you can have that break, big boy.” And she tapped on the lounger next to her.

To be continued.