A Summer of Discovery :

Last summer,

I took a live-in resort job during my university summer break.

The place was a small, privately-owned diving shop run by the owner and his wife.

They had a separate house.

I was given a room in the back warehouse,

and the owner, worried about me, stayed in the office.

At first, he completely ignored me.

He probably thought I was just fooling around and would leave soon.

Still, I wanted to be recognized,

to learn the skills,

so I worked hard every day to learn the job.

As we spent more time together,

the distance between us gradually closed...

One day, I noticed my feelings had changed.

His wife worked part-time,

and on the days she could, she would come to the shop.

She would usually make dinner,

which was supposed to be a relief for me,

but I didn't like it.

Seeing them together made me feel uneasy.

That day, after work, we were drinking with customers at the shop.

I was a bit sulky, wanting to be alone with him.

After work, I was still in my swimsuit,

so I reluctantly put on clothes over my bare skin.

When I returned to the shop, the customers had already left,

and the owner, with a flushed face from drinking, was on the bed drinking beer.

I lay down on the table, exhausted.

He said, "You'll catch a cold if you sleep with wet hair," and started drying my hair.

"No, I don't want to," I said, a bit drunk.

"Do you want to sleep here with me?" he asked.

Though I was still rational, I pretended to be drunk and got into the bed.

Soon, his hand started moving down my body.

"You were inviting me," he said.

I didn't mean to, but out of curiosity, I pretended to sleep.

The actions escalated.

He gently and carefully played with my nipples,

licked me down there,

and it felt so good I almost made a sound but held back and pretended to sleep.

Then he took off my bottoms and started licking me.

I didn't know how he was doing it, but it felt better than anything I'd experienced before.

He was older than my mother.

As expected of a middle-aged man, he was experienced,

but my rationality kicked in, and I stopped him.

Just before penetration, I pushed him away and ran back to the warehouse.

The next day was incredibly awkward.

But we both acted as if nothing had happened and returned to normal.

However, every time I saw him in his swimsuit, I got aroused.

I wanted to know what would happen next. Maybe it could feel even better.

About five days later, a friend came to visit.

I took a day off to show my friend around and spent the whole day with them.

My friend was going to stay in my warehouse room.

Unable to see the owner, my arousal reached its peak,

so I sneaked into the shop late at night after my friend had fallen asleep.

The owner seemed a bit surprised by the sudden late-night visit,

but he smiled gently and invited me into the bed.

After that, it was heaven☆☆

We had secretive, thrilling encounters while hiding from his wife.

We did it in various places.

On the boat. In the shop chair, where customers might come.

On the beach. In front of the washing machine.

It was a summer of discovery at 20 years old.

Sorry for the long and non-explicit story.

I wanted to talk to someone but couldn't.



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