I’ve changed the names and a few details to preserve people’s privacy, but otherwise this is exactly as it happened. I had a job plumbing in a new bathroom suite, and on arrival the first morning at the small three bed terrace, slightly late due to bad traffic, the lady who opened the door was late forties, quite attractive, small and busty, obviously dressed ready for work. She ushered me in, and I followed her upstairs, admiring her curvy arse, and the way I could see the outline of her knickers through the tight skirt. She talked as she hurried upstairs, “My daughter’s still in bed. I’ve told her to get up a few times, but she works in a restaurant and gets home very late. Here’s the bathroom. The new suite’s in the living room at the bottom of the stairs. She’ll just have to make do with a wash in the kitchen sink. She’s back from Uni for the summer. Help yourself to tea, it’s in the cupboard above the kettle. I’ll have to get off to work.” She rushed out, banged on a door on the landing, and shouted, “Helen, get up, the plumber’s here!” and dashed back downstairs. As I was checking the bathroom, the front door banged shut. Pity, she was a sexy looking lady. I feteched my tools, found the main stopcock but left it on for now, and I had pulled off the bath panel and was removing the bath waste when a small voice asked, “Can I use the loo please?” With my head stuck under the bath and the waste trap part off, I could only suggest, “Can you wait a couple of minutes please?” “God, no, I’m going to pee myself.” I grinned. “Well, unless you can make it downstairs and find a bucket, or hold on to it, you’ll just have to use the loo while I’m under here.” There was a little moan, and she said, “Don’t look then” and I heard the seat go up. “Don’t worry, you haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before plenty of times,” I called, wrestling to get the bath trap out quickly. I’d heard the rustle of knickers coming down, and the creak as she sat down. Now there was a tinkling as she relieved herself and a groan of relief, followed by, “Well, you haven’t seen mine!” I slid out, holding the trap, and lay there looking at the girl. She was petite like her mum, but much slimmer. Small, rectangular glasses and straight, brown hair almost concealed her face. “Not yet,” I grinned. She gave a tight smile in return and said, “You can look away, can’t you?” “I really don’t think I’ll be able to tear my eyes away, I’m afraid.” I kept the friendly smile on my face. I didn’t want to scare her. I’d got horny enough following her mum upstairs, but now, hearing this girl pee, and seeing her sitting on the loo, tiny, black, lacy panties around her ankles, and T-shirt cum nightie bunched up in her fists to hide her pussy from me… well, I could feel my cock thickening, lengthening and beginning to stiffen. She tilted her head and gave me a disapproving look. I was just about to excuse myself, when she caught sight of my semi and stared hard at it. With the half full trap in my hands and stuck on my back looking up at her, there was no hiding it. Her staring at it made it worse too. I could feel it getting bigger, and it gave a twitch, and she gulped. I looked down at it and smiled back up at her. “Yeah, sorry about that. I always get a hard on when a sexy girl has a pee in front of me.” “Sexy? You think I’m sexy?” She seemed surprised, and pleased at the same time. “Yeah. You’re gorgeous.” “No I’m not.” She dropped her head and her face was hidden behind curtains of hair. “Please, I really know what I’m talking about, and you are a beautiful, sexy, young lady.” She reached up and brushed her hair back behind her ear on one side, and gave a shy smile. “You’re just being nice. I’m not beautiful.” “Well, I haven’t got an erection for nothing.” I nodded towards my cock, which was even larger by now, and as I had hoped, she glanced back down at it. I gave it a deliberate twitch this time, and her eyes widened slightly. “Well, you men are all the same,” she said, but not vehemently, and her glance strayed back to my crotch as I dropped the waste trap in a bucket and propped myself up on one elbow to give myself a better chance of catching a glimpse of pussy when she stood up. “Aren’t you going to turn away?” she asked, tucking the other side of her hair behind her other ear. “Well, as you’ve seen my cock clearly outlined through my trousers, I think it’s only fair that I get a look at your pussy.” “Cheeky sod.” Again, she wasn’t angry, which I took as an encouraging sign. “Well, if your pussy is half as pretty as the rest of you, I’m in for a treat.” She shook her head and said, “Why do you keep saying that I’m pretty. I’ve just got up, I’ve no make up on, I haven’t brushed my hair…” I interrupted. “A pretty girl is a pretty girl. Besides, I far prefer no make up. I can see the real you, not what you paint on. “Do you really think I’m pretty?” she asked, looking me in the eyes through that curtain of hair. I looked back, allowing my eyes to wander briefly around her face, before staring back into her own, which were light brown and absolutely gorgeous. “Yes, you are beautiful. You have the most lovely eyes.” She looked pleased, and then a little sad again. “But I’m too skinny. I have no boobs, and my hair…” I interrupted again. “No, you’re gorgeously slim, your hair is lovely and… well, I love small boobs just as much as I like big boobs or medium sized boobs.” I gave her a grin. She smiled shyly back. I continued, “You’ve got a very sexy little body, absolutely stunning legs, and, well, I’ll give you my expert opinion on your pussy and boobs when you stand up.” “Cheeky sod!” She was smiling this time. “And you have a gorgeous smile too. I mean, look at the effect that you’ve had on my cock, and my cock is never wrong, believe me.” Her smile broadened and she stared at my cock again. “Alright.” She said. “Alright what?” “You can have a look at my pussy… but only if I can have a proper look at your cock.” I tried not to let my exhilaration show too much. Play it cool boy, play it cool. “Go on then, you first,” I encouraged. She hesitated, shy again. She dropped her head and the hair fell around her face again. “Hey, brush you hair back, I still want to see your pretty face as well as your pretty pussy.” She looked at me for a moment, and then reached up with both hands and brushed her hair back behind her ears. “Much better. You are beautiful.” I was racking my brains to think of the name her mum had called, but I couldn’t. I felt stupid not knowing her name. “I’m Dave,” I said. “Helen.” Of course. Helen get up her mum had said. “Great to meet you Helen.” “Great to meet you too Dave.” She replied automatically.” “Well, why don’t you stand up then Helen, and show me your lovely pussy.” “God, I’m not sure I should.” “Well, why not? I mean, what’s it matter if I see another pussy? I’ve seen plenty in my time. And then you’ll get to see my cock.” I smiled encouragingly. “You mustn’t tell my mum,” she said, fearfully. “As long as you don’t tell my wife,” I replied smiling. She looked at me for a moment, then closed her eyes and I could see that she was making a decision. Please let it be the right one so I could see her sexy pussy. She opened her eyes and gave a small nod. “Okay, You can have a quick look, but no touching.” I nodded. “I would never touch a lady without her permission.” “And then you’ll show me your cock?” I nodded. She pulled some loo paper off the roll and drew in a deep breath and stood up and quickly wiped herself and threw the tissue in the loo. I had caught the merest glimpse of light brown hair, but now the T-shirt was bunched in her fist and covered her pussy. I couldn’t see a thing above the tops of her shapely thighs. She was looking down at me curiously. Despite disconcertingly hairy shins, her legs were very shapely. “Well, I was right about your legs Helen, They’re stunning, but I can’t see your pussy. Lift your T-shirt a little, please.” She looked at me for a moment, and then slid the shirt up slightly. I could just see a wisp of hair. “A bit higher please, I still can’t see it” She pulled the shirt higher, and I heaved a big sigh. Her pussy was gorgeous. Wispy, light brown hair failed to conceal a perfect, pink pair of lips. Standing with her legs together, that was all I could see. She had dropped the T-shirt again when I’d sighed, and was looking at me nervously. “Absolutely gorgeous Helen. Far prettier even than I had imagined. But I can’t see it now, can you lift up again please?” She looked pleased and smiled at me, and her hands hitched the T-shirt a little higher. I smiled up and asked, “Give me a little twirl please Helen, show me your lovely bum too, and all of your sexy legs. I watched fascinated as she spun on the spot, tiny steps giving me just a glimpse more of her perfect, pink little lips before they were concealed by her thighs and then the sexiest, most pert little arse. I was complimenting her on her legs and bum as she spun around, and she stopped facing me again, a pleased smile on her face. “Stunning, everything is beautiful, from the top of your pretty little head to the tips of your perfect toes. Now, part your legs a little bit please, and let’s have a proper look at that pretty little pussy?” “No, Your turn now. Show me your cock first.” I gestured with my hands and said, “I need to wash my hands first.” The T-shirt dropped along with her smile, and I hastened to reassure her. “No, it’s OK Helen, my hands are slimy after removing the bath waste. If you want to get my cock out and have a look, go ahead, or if I do it, I’ll have to wash first.” She looked a little happier and said, “Go on then, have a wash.” I have never washed my hands faster, and when I’d quickly dried them on a towel, I faced her, and looking down at her pretty little face, unzipped myself, and wrestled my very stiff cock out for her to see. She stared at it fascinated and said, “It’s not the biggest I’ve seen, but it’s quite thick.” I undid my belt and trousers and slid them down. “I’ll give you a better look.” I wrestled my boxers down past my huge stiffie, and it sprang back up, hard and proud. I turned left and right to give her a proper look. “So have you seen many cocks, Helen?” “Two. In real life.” “Boyfriends?” “Yeah. Oh, and my brothers, but not hard like that, so it doesn’t really count.” I was immediately worried, and glanced nervously at the bathroom door. “Where’s your brother?” She smiled. “Don’t worry, he’s at work, He won’t be home until about 4.” I reached down and took hold of my cock with two fingers and gave it a stroke. “So, do you like my cock?” “Yes, it’s quite nice looking,” she replied. “Well, if I pull my foreskin back and give you a really good look, you can let me have a better look at your gorgeous, sexy pussy. OK?” “OK.” I pulled the skin back, exposing the shiny, purple head and twisted my cock around to let her see. She watched fascinated. “OK, your turn. Slip your T-shirt off so I can see your sexy little boobs and your beautiful body.” She hesitated, shy again, and her hair slid across her face. I reached up and gently touched her for the first time, brushing it back behind her ears as I said, “Hey, Helen, don’t hide your lovely face from me. I want to see all of you.” She smiled at me and I dropped my hands and said, “Go on, take it off. You’re so sexy; I want to see all of you.” She hesitated and then dropped her hands and pulled the T-shirt off and I caught sight of wispy underarm hair before she stood awkwardly, clutching her shirt to her groin with her shoulders hunched and elbows in to try to hide her tiny boobs. “Wow, you have such a slender, sexy figure. You’re gorgeous, Helen.” I smiled and reached out and took the T-shirt from her hands and dropped it on the floor. I took her hands in mine. “Now, stand up straight, and stop being so shy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful girl naked in front of me.” As I spoke, I pulled her hands gently away from her wispy bush and held them out at her sides. “Gorgeous, Helen. Absolutely stunning.” She was smiling now, still shy, but less nervous. “Thank you. No-one’s ever said that about me before.” “Not even your boyfriends?” “No, not really.” “Well they’re idiots then.” “Yes, they are.” And you have got boobs, Helen. Perfect, small boobs with the most perfect, pink, round nipples I’ve ever seen.” She smiled and her soulders went back a little, lifting those perfect, tiny boobs. “OK Helen, now, sit down on the loo and show me your sexy pussy properly. You’ve had a good look at my cock, and it’s only fair that I do the same. OK?” She nodded and I let go of one hand and lowered the seat, then held her hands again and guided her down. She smiled nervously at me as I knelt in front of her. I smiled back reassuringly and moved my hands to the top of her thighs, which I gently stroked. “OK Helen, open your legs for me.” She stared at me and I nodded encouragingly and as I felt a slight movement in her legs, I slid my hands to her knees and gently parted them. “Relax Helen. You’re all tensed up. Slide forward a bit please, so I can see properly. God, you’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” I put my hands behind her knees and tugged gently, encouraging her to slide forward, which she did. “A bit more Helen, right to the edge. Yeah, great.” Her perfect, pink lips were now just a foot from my face and I slid my hands down the inside of her thighs and parted her legs a little further. “You’re stunning Helen. You have the sexiest, most pert little boobs, and your tiny pink nipples are just gorgeous. Your pussy is so beautiful, and your petite figure is so sexy and exciting.” I could see that she was pleased with what she was hearing, and I shuffled forward and gently kissed her thigh and saw her close her eyes and shudder slightly. I kissed the other thigh, then back to the opposite one a bit higher up and then back again. I stopped and watched her. She opened her eyes slowly, breathing heavily. “Would you like me to do that again, Helen?” “Mmmm, yes please. It’s very sexy.” “OK. Move towards me again please. Get your sexy little bum right on the edge of the seat.” She shuffled forward again, and I smiled and caressed her thighs with my fingertips, and as she leaned back and closed her eyes, I bent forward and began to kiss my way up the inside of her legs. I stopped when I reached her pussy. My nose was nearly touching it, and I could inhale the intoxicating scent of her dampness. “I’m just going to open your lips so I can have a proper look at your pussy, like you looked at my cock when I peeled back my foreskin for you. She looked down at me with half closed eyes and then closed them again, She had put her hands on my shoulders by then. I reached out and gently touched her lips with my thumbs, parting them, and then, carefully gripping the tiny folds of skin, I parted them and peered into her tight, moist little cunt. It was perfect. The tight folds of pink flesh were moist inside, and I could see more juice where her tight hole vanished inside that perfect little cunt. I touched her clit cover with a thumb, and gave it a gentle rub. She breathed deeply and sighed. Encouraged, I wet my thumb in my mouth, and rubbed her again, a bit harder, making slow circles, encouraging her tiny clit to show itself. Her breathing was deep and speeding up as I rubbed her faster. She let out a little moan and pressed her clit onto my thumb by raising her hips. I speeded up some more, and she tensed and her hips started making involuntary thrusts. I maintained the pace of my rubbing, and tore my eyes from her gorgeous little cunt to look at her beautiful face. She was almost lying back on the toilet, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy behind her glasses, her lips working as she panted, a tip of her perfect, pink tongue showing occasionally between the tiny bow of her lips. God she was so pretty. As I watched her face, she suddenly came, crying out and thrusting frantically at my thumb three or four times, before gasping and grabbing my hand and pulling it away from her clit. I had switched my gaze to her tight, pulsating pussy, and watched fascinated as it convulsed with her orgasm. As it subsided, I looked back up at her face, and she was just beginning to relax from a sexy orgasmic grimace. She opened her eyes and looked at me for a second or two, then smiled shyly in return to my huge grin. “How was that, Helen?” I asked gently. “Oh, God! Fantastic! Thank you.” “My pleasure.” I moved my free hand to touch her pussy, and she shuddered and grabbed it. “No, don’t touch. Too sensitive.” “Okay. No problem.” She looked down at me and asked, “Shall I wank you off?” “That would be lovely. Can we go somewhere a bit more comfortable though, your bedroom perhaps?” She thought for a moment and said, “Yeah, OK.” I stood, my huge hard on just below her face level as she sat upright. She stared fascinated. “The end’s all wet.” I looked down. The pre-cum was oozing out of my jap’s eye, making the swollen, purple bell end shiny and wet. When I get aroused, I produce loads of pre-cum. I explained it to her, and she looked at it fascinated. “Touch it if you like, Helen, feel how slippery it makes the tip of my cock.” She smiled nervously at me, and reached out a hand and touched it with a fingertip. She looked serious as she rubbed it around my bell end, concentrating on the new experience. “Come on then Helen. Take me to your room for that wank you promised me.” I smiled and held out my hand. She took it and stood. She was petite and the top of her head was level with my lips, I leaned forward and kissed her head. “You’re such a sexy girl, Helen.” She smiled up at me and I led her onto the landing. She led me to one of the rooms and we entered her bedroom. I sat on the bed and pulled her down beside me. Want to hear more? Read Teaching Helen Part 2