Brad’s First Time

Angie never really meant to do this, not really, not even once, but then Angie was never one to turn down an opportunity!

Here’s how it started.

Angie had always liked pleasing men, and had already made many men very happy in her short life. But she had always fantasized about pleasing young boys now that she was approaching thirty, so when the opportunity presented itself, she decided to make her fantasy come true.

She was (and is) a beautiful woman, dark skin without a tan, long & straight brunette hair, and pretty green eyes. These were great accents on a knockout body: not tall, not skinny, but with perfect breasts with small brown nipples (which were almost always erect), an excellent firm heart-shaped butt, and a well-trimmed small pussy.

Angie was staying in a small duplex in a nice suburban neighborhood. Her boyfriend, John, worked during the day and Angie stayed home between her summer college classes. The other half of the duplex was occupied during in evenings and weekends by a pretty couple with an 11 year old son: Brad. During the day, they went to work and this was the first year they left Brad home alone. They asked Angie to look in on Brad from time to time.

The thought of touching young Brad crossed her mind, but she dismissed it as an idle fantasy and went on about her business for the first few days. Brad grew accustomed to Angie coming in to his side of the duplex to check on him, and Angie never discouraged Brad from coming into her side.

Angie began noticing young Brad looking at her with a curious and honest look on his face. “He’s growing up” she thought, “He’s checking me out”. Angie decided to give Brad a thrill and slipped on a light summer dress over her lovely nude body. With no underwear, the summer dress flowed perfectly across her breasts and perfect buns. It was long enough to cover her butt but short enough to show off her shapely, athletic legs.

Angie strolled into Brad’s side of the duplex, her nipples becoming rock-hard under the sheer cotton fabric of the dress.

“Hey Angie” Brad said, not noticing anything new or different, he was drawing picture of tanks and airplanes shooting at one another.

“Hey Brad” Angie replied as she sat down on the sofa beside Brad, “I think I lost an earring in here yesterday, did you see it?”

“Nope” said Brad, hardly looking up from is drawing.

“I’ll just look around” Angie said as she dropped to the floor on her hands and knees and pretended to look on the carpet for the lost earring. As she crawled around, she made no effort to fix the dress that had ridden up her hips, when she looked under the sofa where Brad was sitting, she made an exaggerated looking motion, pressing her cheek against the floor and pushing her butt high in the air.