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Summary: A young man continues his sex education with older woman who becomes his mentor for all things sexual. Fourth in a series.

Discovery IV Chapter 1
(The Mentor)
by MUSE

(MF, Mg, Fb, fb, fbb, mbb, mgb, gg, Fgbb, Ffb - oral, anal, mast, ws)

It was a great assignment. Paris. There was a small suite in a hotel close to work; more than adequate food, maid service and a schedule that included periods of 48 hours off in The City of Light. 

She was an older woman of French beauty carried into her fourth decade of years; smooth skin, sparkling eyes, a coy smile and a figure that attracted men of all ages. He met her as he reported in for duty; she was behind the concierge desk of the hotel where the first six floors saw transient passengers to and from the States. Pleasantries for the first month were the usual exchanges. That was to change on his first 48 hour free period.

Seated at an outdoor café near Gar d’Sud enjoying a coffee and pastery, she had walked right over and asked to sit down. “Yes,” was about all he could manage at that moment. Conversation was light and friendly. “How are you enjoying Paris? Where are you from? Your French is quite good.”

Time is seemingly never ending in Paris.  Evening falls and one isn’t even aware that an entire afternoon has passed. Dinner is ordered and wine is de rigueur as the conversation gets more personal. She was married to an American during The War and widowed now when he had contracted pneumonia. As a spouse, she had preference in getting the job at the hotel working for the American government. He had grown up in the States and this was his first foray into the world of International relations.

They laughed and she flirted with him in a way that was evident other than the internal feeling he had of a warm glow – or was it the wine? He admitted that he had had only one girlfriend after basic training but didn’t go into details. After all, she might be turned off by experiences that include ‘family affairs.’

A leisurely walk back to the hotel where they lived was followed by a tentative goodnight kiss. It was something electric for him and short of passionate for her, but that was the plan. She had selected and ‘vetted’ her next student.

-2-

The next extended contact came the evening he came off duty; a bit tired, achy, and just wanting to relax. “You look like you could use some wine,” she said.

“You bet,” he replied.

“I’m finished here. Come on up to my suite; I have a bottle of that Strawberry you seem to like.” Why not, he thought; or rather was not thinking. He was tired; and vulnerable.

The settee was comfortable. “Kick off your shoes and stay awhile. Pour us some wine,” she said. “I’m going to get out of my work clothes.” The thought never entered his mind until she stepped back into the room in a satin gown and heels that almost made him choke on the wine he was sipping. The curiosity factor drowned out any warnings modesty or caution might have flashed through his mind.

Cheese, a baguette, fruit and more wine set the mood. A trail of clothing led to the most comfortable bed he had experienced, ever. Despite the wine, youth provided the stamina so that her mouth on his raging cock seemed to stretch it longer than it seemed possible. Sinking down slowly on his rigid pole and telling him to quietly ‘enjoy,’ his only acquiescence was a surging of his semen up his shaft with the words “Oh, my pee pee feels soooo good!” Smiling, she knew she had him.

Morning came and soft hands stroking his morning hardness brought him around to consciousness. His lips went to suckle her breast but she pushed him back with the words “Not yet. We need to talk.”

Coffee and breakfast in her suite was accompanied by the morning sun streaming through the sheer curtains. Where she had gotten the pajama bottoms that fit him like a glove he didn’t know. Taking his hand, she pointed out that his skill at pleasing his partner was good but could be improved if he would let her ‘teach’ him.  Nodding his head seemed to be the only thing he was able to do. Pleased, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. “Your first lesson starts now,” she said. The nodding head moved up and down.

- 3 -

Rule 1 states that breasts are sensitive. Rule 2 is never hurry. She presented him with one of her nipples to look and touch and lick.  Like a good teacher, she made him repeat the lesson over and over till he got it right.  Then, to satisfy his aching need, she taught him to squirt his hot cum exactly and carefully where she wanted it and to slowly massage it in with the head of his cock. From there the lesson moved to licking that cum from her nipples and breasts and sharing it with passionate kisses. 

He was drowning in lust. On weak legs he moved to the tub for a hot bath. One that was shared by her hands soaping and caressing his entire body. He was drowning in sensual feelings that seemed to shoot out of every pore in his body. There was a lesson in baths too. Candles. Soft music. Slow caresses. Deliberate touches. And all without reaching his peak.

Then came the dismissal. A gentle reminder that there were more lessons to come and not to rush things. Wandering back to his own suite in more or less a daze, he thought over the past 24 hours. It seemed almost too good to be true. This was one time off from work he didn’t want to end.

Before the next 48 hour off work period, he had remembered a lesson taught by his mother and sent a Thank You card and flowers. Being a gentleman would always serve him well. The flowers and card struck a note and was communicated by a wink and a smile as he crossed the lobby headed for his duty station.

Lesson 2 began with a note found under his door as he returned from his duty station. ‘Bring yourself and nothing more’, it stated, giving a time to arrive. He arrived on time but brought along a good bottle of wine. His mother had always told him never to show up without a gift for the hostess. It was a good lesson. The smile on her face told him so.

“Take off all your clothes,” she said. That was a request he had no trouble following. “Lie down and put this on,” she instructed as she handed him a soft cloth blindfold. Wondering what was to come next, he heard the rustling of clothing as it dropped to the floor. “Now,” she said as she settled next to him, I want you to use your hands and your lips and explore my body. As he started to touch her breasts, she reprimanded him and told him to start at her toes. “You must explore every inch and be familiar with every nuance of a woman’s body. How else can you know how to make love to her?”

Reality of time is lost when you are “blind.” Tactile senses are enhanced when not interfered by other senses overriding them. If he was surprised by the liquid flowing into his mouth from her vaginal opening, he didn’t show it but savored its flavor (sweet and perfume like) taking it into his mouth in small gulps. The nipples, now more familiar to him, took on a supple and flavorful taste he hadn’t noticed before now. He got the hint early from small grunts and gasps and showered small kisses on her neck and ears and mouth.

Turning over, he started again at her instruction. The small of her back and even her arms became familiar to him. Her scent was heady and coming to her ass cheeks, he did not need prompting, and after a bit, put out the tip of his tongue and teased her there. Moving his finger to that area, she said, “Stop. Wait.” Coming back to bed, she handed him both a tube and a tapered rubber cock. “Slowly. Gently. Use your finger first with the lube and then very slowly with the dildoe.” This was all new to him and, blindfolded, a challenge.

“That’s right; slowly, and if I tell you to stop, then stop but don’t pull it out,” she said. “Now, a bit more. That’s it. Uuuugh. Small movements in and out.” He could hear the squishing sound of the cock going in and out with the lube doing its job. “Faster. More. Faster!” Her orgasm and vocal expression of pleasure scared him such that he tore off his blindfold. Shuddering, her breathing finally slowed as she recovered from mini orgasms.

“You’re next, but we’re going to have something to eat and drink first,” she told him. His instinct and emotions took over as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately several times. Naked, they got up and moved to the small dining table next to the sheer curtains.

Sated, and very content, the next part of the lesson began like the first. “Put on the blindfold again and just lie back,” she instructed him. “Keep your arms at your side and don’t touch me unless I tell you to do so.” Now, he was the recipient of touches that began at his toes. “Relax and just enjoy,” she said. Time became lost once again. Lust became an unbearable itch needed to be scratched. Moaning about how good his pee pee felt, she told him to just let go. He did; several times throughout the course of “his turn.” One of them streamed along his belly while on his knees with her finger in his ass and the other hand lightly caressing his ball sack.

Tired; sweaty and sticky with sperm, he was led to a bathtub and once again pampered as the other day. Sleep was deep and restful. The next day brought more reinforcement of the lessons learned the two previous times. Asking him to tell her “everything you did with your girlfriend,” he relented and told her all. Smiling, she told him that upcoming lessons would give him similar pleasures and introduce him to the alphabet of sex.

Wondering exactly what she meant. He returned to his own suite and eagerly went back on duty the next day.

End of Chapter 1 – Other chapters to follow soon.

The memories still bring a smile to my face and hardness to my cock.