First sexual experience Part one

I’d been out most of the morning and went in through the main entrance of the flats and before I reached the lifts, the front door of the ground floor flat burst open and Debbie rushed out in a panic.
She was wearing a tee-shirt and pair of tatty shorts that had once been jeans. Her hair was messily bunched up on the top of her head and held in place by a large document clip that I found interesting.

She was talking so fast I couldn’t catch what she was saying. She was soaking wet too. It was apparent a pipe had burst in the bathroom. I went straight into the flat and turned the water off. I reassured her it was just a faulty pipe joint, and I had repaired the same in my flat a while ago and would be happy to repair it. I went to get my toolbox.

Debbie was still wearing her shorts and wet tee-shirt five minutes later when re-entered the bathroom. She was on her knees, mopping the floor with towels. I smiled taking a good look at her arse and getting an adolescent dirty thought and slight twitch in my pants. Debbie looked around and saw my erection, she pulled the gusset of her shorts and knickers to one side exposing her pussy, I knelt behind her and rammed my stiff erect cock straight into her. I fucked fast and hard for a moment before I woke up from my daydream and helped dry the floor.
I removed the box section panels and inspected the leak. It was the same place as in my flat a couple weeks back, right on a joint. An easy repair, just a copper sleeve, paste and blow torch would sort that. I got on doing the repair while Debbie sorted out the wet stuff and asked if I wanted a cup of tea, I did and told her she could turn the water back on. Debbie was now bent over the washing machine when I went into the kitchen, I had dirty thoughts again causing my cock to stiffen.

I told her it was all done. She thanked me and said tea would be a couple of minutes and told me to go into the bedroom, the front room and a bedroom had been severely damaged by a fire (that’s another story) and the kitchen was small and made worse by the washing machine that was bigger than the recess built for it so sat haphazardly in a corner.

I was happy to go into the girl’s bedroom, that too was small and compact. A bunk bed pushed up against the wall, a wardrobe a chest of draws and a single bed squeezed up against the window was all you could get in there with very little room. I sat on the single bed scanning the posters and things. Debbie came in and said tea would be a couple of minutes, she rummaged in a draw and found a pair of black jeans and another black tee-shirt.

I was looking at the décor of the room and a couple of posters caught my eye. I sensed she’d pushed her shorts down and started to pull on her jeans. I looked at her and briefly viewed her knickers and slim arse. She turned towards me zipping up and sheepishly smiled and apologised and went back out. With my cock starting to swell, my eyes scanned the pictures and photos of the girls on the walls. There was a wedding photo with Debbie looking good in a trouser suit and her hair in plaits.

My cock was now rock hard, and it was a second before I realised Debbie was standing in front of me offering a mug. She’d put her clean top on and now had her hair in a ponytail. I smiled my thanks and took the mug from her. I suddenly realised my erect cock had sneaked out the side of my shorts in all its glory. I quickly crossed my legs hoping she hadn’t seen it.

Debbie was standing only a few feet away facing me. She was sipping from her mug with a strange look on her face, for a moment I thought she hadn’t seen my obvious erection sticking out my shorts, but she had, and to be fair, she couldn’t have missed it. She flicked her eyes at me and raised her eyebrows and grinned.

She looked straight at me, ‘Don’t worry I know you have a hard on, and he looks big too’.
My embarrassment was now complete. What could I say in answer to that, I managed a feeble, ‘Oh I’m sorry?’
‘No need to be sorry. Probably my fault you’re like that anyway.’
She looked thoughtful, then as if making up her mind, put her mug down on the side, ‘If you lay on the bed, I’ll wank you off and sort that out,’ she instructed already walking away with purpose.

She returned a few minutes later with a small hand towel, she looked at me, her face questioning. My cock was rock hard and getting harder as she stared at me. ‘I can’t let you do that.’ I mumbled.
She took the mug out my hand and took charge, ‘Yes you can, I’m not letting you out the flat with that like that and I don’t mind, probably owe you something anyway for your help’.

I knew I had no choice and did exactly as I was told. With some excitement as well as embarrassment. I did as I was told and laid on the bed.
Shorts pulled down, she sat next to me admiring my cock and instructing me to close my eyes, relax and enjoy. Her fingers expertly touched the grith and she gripped it halfway. She stroked it with nice delicate motions up and down making me feel good, it was so much nicer and better that someone else was doing it.

She was softly talking, telling me to keep my eyes closed and stroking firmly asking me how it was. I groaned it was nice and she was doing a good job. I was taken completely by surprise when I felt her lean on me and there was a sudden wetness on the head of my cock. Flicking my eyes open for a second, she was leaning over and licking the head and down the shaft. I was thankful I had washed it earlier.

She started to suck me into her mouth and finger my balls. It felt so nice. She shifted herself so she was leaning on the very edge on her knees. She sucked well, slipping further down my shaft until the head hit the back of her throat. She increased her pace, then stopped, and started the process of licking my balls then the grith before taking it into her mouth again.

She was good, an expert, or so I imagined, this was my first experience. I flicked my eyes open and saw how she was kneeling and bent over. I wanted to treat her and wanted to finger her pussy. I wasn’t experienced then to build up to it, just shoved the palm of my hand up between her legs. Debbie kept her thighs in position as I tried fingering the front of her jeans and flicking a finger between her legs.

She stopped and leaned up. Looking at me with a dirty grin said, ‘ You can finger me as much as you want but you can’t fuck me’. I was happy and agreed to that. She opened her own jeans and pushed them down with her underwear to her knees.
Her pussy looked so sweet and nice, the soft dark covering of pubic hair and the pussy lips tightly pressed together making it teasingly sexy. My fingers clumsily explored her pussy as she jerked and sucked on cock, her own fingers gave mine guidance and I followed her lead. She held a finger pushing it inside and guided my thumb onto her clit. I learnt fast, thumbed her clit well and fingered her hole, pushing a second one inside her and for what seemed an eternity we masturbated each other.