Back in the 1980's, I worked at a stereo shop, Pacific Stereo, which is long dead and forgotten. Typically, the sales staff, of which I was one, were all male and ranged from the pushy make-the-sale and get on to the next one Type-A guys to the young and inexperienced. I was the latter.

There was one girl in the store, Denise, a young, cute brunette with a nice body and a sassy attitude. She rang up all the sales. She always wore jeans that hugged her ass. I'd watch her and convince myself I could see the seam at her crotch of her pants pushing between her labia. Such sweetness.

She tended to wear tightly knit sweaters with a barely discernable bra - I could never locate any hints of straps or that delicious little bulge of flesh some girls have when the bra is just a bit too tight. She wouldn't have needed one. The only evidence that she wore one at all was the cleavage created by her precious little tits being pushed together. That bra was designed to make her breasts lean into one another and thus work together to draw your attention.

I love small tits. One doesn't require size to be sensitive. Sometimes I think the smaller ones are more sensitive, their nipples seem to push out further, get more erect as if they're trying to make up for the lack of breast tissue between the skin.

Denise wore a tiny gold cross hung in that little bit of cleavage, a sexy tease making you wonder whether she wore it as a promise of her purity, or to garner forgiveness for her many sins. I dreamed of finding out.

It was a Friday at the end of my shift and coincidentally, hers. As we walked out together, she turned to me and told me she lived not too far and, though she had to get home and get ready for a date, that I should stop by to see her sometime the next day. She had that sassy, "I want to get into trouble" look that we were all used to.

"What are you doing on your date tonight?" I was curious about who she would be going out with but was afraid to be too direct.

"My boyfriend and I are going to our church's Friday night devotional," she replied. She said it a little wistfully as if she wasn't too excited about it. Then she added with that sassy look in her eye, "Come by tomorrow, it has to be tomorrow." Something was up with her, but I couldn't figure it out.

"Boyfriend, eh? Well, I'll see if I can pop by in the afternoon."

"How about four o'clock? My Mom leaves for work at 3:30," she offered.

"Sounds like fun. I'll be there at 4." She turned and walked to her car without a word and as I watched her, I wondered if she was adding a little extra swish to her hips.

I drove to her neighborhood the next day and parked down the street where I had a view of her house. I wanted to see her mom leave before I approached. After a bit, an older but very attractive woman that looked almost exactly like Denise left the house. After waiting a few minutes, I went and knocked on the door.

The door opened and there she stood. She was in a short robe tied loosely around her waist. Her hair was wet. She looked like she'd just gotten out of the shower. "Hey! You're early. Come on in." She turned and I followed her into their kitchen. For the first time, I saw her legs. Fuck, she had nice legs! I wondered if she had any panties on, or anything at all, under that robe.

She gestured to a kitchen chair. "Have a seat. Do you want something to drink? I just made tea."

Tea? Nobody I knew drank tea, but I wanted to be cool in her eyes and if she was having tea, I'd have tea. "Sure, sounds great." There was no conversation as she poured two cups and prepped them the same with cream and sugar.

There was an odd vibe in the air. I felt like I'd been lured to her house, or summoned, for a purpose that wasn't clear. She knew precisely why and had this calm confidence that was a little frightening, but my cock definitely wasn't frightened. It was at full attention.

She placed our tea on the table next to us, pulled a chair in front of me, and sat down. She looked into my eyes and gave me that sassy grin. "Do you want to play a game?" She locked eyes with me and untied her robe. It fell open, teasing me with a view of her tits. At this point, I was pretty sure she didn't wear hat cross as a sign of her purity. My gaze dropped to the gap in the robe, frozen, wanting to reach out and push the robe aside and see if her nipples were erect.

"Sure," I replied hesitantly, my eyes returning to meet hers, a knowing, confident smile on her face.

I think it's important at this point to let the reader know that I was twenty years old and I think Denise was about the same. I was no virgin, but very inexperienced. My seduction techniques, if you could call them that, we're basically progressing around the bases we all learned in middle school; kissing, copping a feel, fingering her pussy and, if I hadn't been thrown out by then, fucking her. If I'd known the term at the time, I was definitely a sub. I waited for Denise to direct me.

"I think you'll like this." Denise reached in her robe pocket and produced a blindfold. I blanched. "Don't worry, this'll be fun!" She stood and took a step forward. As she leaned to put the blindfold on me, her robe fell forward and I finally saw her beautiful, perky little tits, her nipples were erect and hard like little frozen peas.

"Fuck, you're really beautiful!" She giggled and pushed her right boob to my mouth. I placed my hands on her waist and extended my tongue, circling her nipple, then engulfing the entire breast with my mouth. I could feel her shudder and let out a little moan.

The thought ran through my head wondering if this counted as first and second base, since I was kissing her tit. I have issues.

"As much as I like that, this was not my plan." She had a plan? She pulled herself away from me and placed the blindfold over my eyes, tying it snugly behind my head. "How's that, can you see?"

"Sadly, no," I replied. She giggled in response. I was really growing to like her giggles.

I felt her retreat from me. "Do you trust me?" Without thinking I told her yes, and a second later realized how much I didn't know about her. I heard her stand and step around behind my chair. "Good. Now drop your hands to your sides." I obeyed, again more as reaction than a decision. She brought my hands together behind the chair and tied them together with what felt like was the terry cloth tie from her robe. It was more symbolic than restraining. I could have escaped with some effort, but I did grow a little anxious.

Next, I heard her reach down near my feet and she tied my ankles to the front legs of the chair. This seemed a little more than necessary, but I was committed at this point and wondering where this would lead. "Comfy?"

"Uh, sure." I wasn't uncomfortable, but my adrenaline was pumping and my cock was an absolute bar of steel.

I heard her stand, then lean close to my ear. She spoke to me in the softest, most intimate whisper, "I've been noticing you at work. You seem to have quite a bulge in your pants. I decided I wanted to see it while I had the chance." The softness of her voice was so erotic, my cock twitched again, eager to escape his denim prison.

I've never understood how guys could walk around with their dicks hanging down their pant leg. Anytime it gets aroused it's going to seek to be straight up and when trapped in a pant leg, well, it's just uncomfortable at the least. I've always had to keep it contained in my briefs. I'd rather have it trying to peek out of my jeans, than trapped in a pant leg.

And, I never thought about size. No girl I've been with has ever mentioned it was big, or small, or even just right. And I wasn't one to glance around the locker room at school wondering where I fit in the grand spectrum of penis size.

I felt her hands unbutton my Levis and pull my briefs away to expose my cock. She giggled as it popped out and stood proud and eager. "Oh, he's a big boy!" As I inferred before, no one has ever mentioned that before and both me and my cock swelled with pride.

I felt her hand grip it and then her warm breath as she exhaled on the tip. Her tongue twirled around the head, then in one move, she practically inhaled me deep into her mouth. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed.

She hummed. She licked. She sucked. She bobbed her head up and down as I experienced my first blow job. It was so unreal and frustratingly erotic. I wanted to touch her, but my hands were tied. I wanted to watch her, but I was blindfolded. But in my mind, I remembered the look of her breasts, the feel of her hard nipple between my lips and the taste of her sweet flesh.

"Fuckity, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum soon!" The words seemed to inspire her and she took me deeper in her mouth. I involuntarily thrust up trying to push my cock deeper into her mouth. She started to pump me with her hand and concentrated her lips and tongue on my frenulum. I was so close and being blindfolded and tied down just added to the intensity.

Then, she stopped.

God, the frustration, the disappointment, and the "what the fuck" emotions ran through my head.

She took her mouth off my cock and said, "Don't worry, I'll finish you."

With both hands, she tugged my pants down past my butt until my bare ass was on the chair. My cock had softened a bit from the interruption, but then I felt her mouth return to my cock and her hand again gripped the shaft. And now I felt her other hand caressing my ass. She resumed her exquisite work.

Quickly, I felt myself getting closer and when, without warning, I felt a wet finger enter my ass,, I came immediately, my cum erupting like Vesuvius into her mouth. She kept pumping and would extend the finger in my ass in sync with the waves of my orgasm. I'd never felt anything like it, anything so intense. It was sensory overload at its best. I'd never shot so much cum in my life, filling her mouth to overflowing.

Finally, she gently removed her finger, let go of my cock and sat back. I was spent. She removed the blindfold first and I looked at her. She was so sexy, so beautiful, her robe had fallen down her arms from her shoulders and her little breasts had a sheen of sweat from her efforts. She leaned in and kissed me and I tasted my own cum for the first time.

"That was fun," she said as she untied my ankles and released my wrists. As we stood and she pulled her robe back up, I leaned in to hold her, but she turned away. "You have to go now. My boyfriend will be here soon." Really?

I pulled my pants up and buttoned them. Denise walked me to the door and before leaving, I said, "That was incredible! I'd like to see you again and, you know, return the favor."

She gave me that sassy look and said, "I don't think that'll work. This was a one-off." Then she giggled, and closed the door. I didn't even get to say thank you.

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I never saw Denise again. I found out that the Friday night we'd walked out from work together was her last day. I tried driving past her house the next week but it was empty with a for rent sign out front.

But I've never forgotten her.