At the Hands of Samantha

This is the first in a series of stories based on my own, true to life sexual adventures. All of the stories have had names changed, but are true to life as they happened. Obviously they start off a little tame, but as the years pass, and my experience grows, the adventures become more erotic, sometimes kinky and more in depth. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. In All of the stories I am 18 or older.

As a teenager, I probably grew up like most teenage boys, lusting after girls at school: teachers, local women, neighbours etc.

I spent many an hour in my room or the bathroom, wanking furiously thinking about seeing them naked, doing things with them etc.

I was always a bit shy around the girls at school, but once I hit 18, and went out to work, my confidence grew. And I started to get bolder.

My first job was in a local department store, a few miles from home. It had the usual clothes departments, a cafe, shoe department, homeware department etc. All staffed by a variety of women ranging in age from their early 20s through to their late 50s. There were quite a few stunners, and a fair few very good looking women amongst them.

As one of a handful of males in the whole store, I was the youngest by a fair few years. A few of the women would tease me, flirt and do things and say things that now would probably get people sacked!

I grew accustomed to this, and began flirting back, responding to teasing comments with some of my own.