Story of My first Sex

Up to the age of eighteen, I had remained in perfect ignorance of all those little matters which careful parents are so anxious to conceal from their children.

It was around 5 years back at the end of month of March when I was walking in one of the streets of Delhi near our house that I saw two beautiful ladies coming in my direction. One was that of a tall woman about twenty-seven years of age, who under other facts or conditions would have certainly received more than an approving quick look. But it was her companion that attracted my looks of an almost strong feeling of admiration, pleasure, desire, and wonder.

She was a pretty young girl of Eighteen years with such amazing beauty of face and figure as I had never seen or dreamed of. Masses of bright, wavy, brown hair fell to her waist. Deep violet eyes looked out from under long curling lashes, and seemed to laugh together with the funny curves of the full red lips. These and a thousand other charms I was to know later on, but what struck me most at this view, was the amazing and very unusual size and beauty of the girl’s bust, shown to all possible advantage by her dress which, in the true art of British style, She walked slowly and quietly in between she too glanced on me repeatedly, outlining their full and perfect form with a loving smile.

She was tall and flexible. young goddess, her short skirt showing the action of a pair of beautifully formed long legs, She was wearing plainly designed skin-colored silk stockings inviting attention. I was unable to take my eyes from this young and beautiful girl under a spell.

Just when I reached near the pair, to my utter surprise, the older lady suddenly called my name. ‘Aamir, Aamir, Do you remember me?’, For a moment I was at a total loss, but the voice gave me the clue.

‘ Yes, Miss I do’, I answered, ‘ You are Miss Jane, who used to teach my sisters.