If you've read the first part of this story on here you'll know I was eighteen, inexperienced with women, and had somehow ended up in a 3some with Rita and Don after I'd got a job doing their garden.
For the next 48 hours I was completely baffled. What was I supposed to do? pretend it never happened? I was supposed to be going back the next week to do some more gardening for them. Was I going to have to pretend then that nothing had happened?
That might have worked in daytime, but once I was in bed I could see Rita below me, taking my cock and calling me stud. I wanked over the memories, let myself picture her asking for more.
Two days later, I was pottering round the house when mum rang from work. Or rather, from the phone box at work. Could I phone Don at the car showroom, he might have more work for me?
I tried not to worry about whether it was a trap, but decided there was no point risking pissing Don off.
he was busines slike and crisp on the phone. Did I want three days work washing cars? It was coming up to their busiest time for new car sales, and they needed to keep all the stock looking perfect. If I did, would I go to meet him at the garage on Friday afternoon?
I wasn't any clearer about what was going on, until the final part of the conversation. Apparently he'd give me a lift home on Friday, after we'd talked with Rita about how the gardening fitted in with the work at the garage.
I was being invited to meet Rita again. I couldn;t believe my luck.
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By *uga40Man
over a year ago
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"If you've read the first part of this story on here you'll know I was eighteen, inexperienced with women, and had somehow ended up in a 3some with Rita and Don after I'd got a job doing their garden.
For the next 48 hours I was completely baffled. What was I supposed to do? pretend it never happened? I was supposed to be going back the next week to do some more gardening for them. Was I going to have to pretend then that nothing had happened?
That might have worked in daytime, but once I was in bed I could see Rita below me, taking my cock and calling me stud. I wanked over the memories, let myself picture her asking for more.
Two days later, I was pottering round the house when mum rang from work. Or rather, from the phone box at work. Could I phone Don at the car showroom, he might have more work for me?
I tried not to worry about whether it was a trap, but decided there was no point risking pissing Don off.
he was busines slike and crisp on the phone. Did I want three days work washing cars? It was coming up to their busiest time for new car sales, and they needed to keep all the stock looking perfect. If I did, would I go to meet him at the garage on Friday afternoon?
I wasn't any clearer about what was going on, until the final part of the conversation. Apparently he'd give me a lift home on Friday, after we'd talked with Rita about how the gardening fitted in with the work at the garage.
I was being invited to meet Rita again. I couldn;t believe my luck.
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