For a first sexual experience I might have preferred Rita Hayworth or Elizabeth Taylor but Mrs. Mowbray was what I’d got, and since she was doing all the work I made no complaint.
It was an amazing experience, feeling that wet, gripping tunnel pound up and down on me, but the part of the experience that took me most by surprise was when she started to have her orgasm.
At the time I knew nothing about female orgasm, in fact I didn’t even know the word, and so when she started to moan, “Ah…ow…ow…ohwa…you horny young beast…oh…ah…I’ll fuck you…ow…ow…to death…” I got a big surprise.
I didn’t have time to be put off by these outcries because I was about to shoot my load into her. I let it go and she started to yell, “Let it go…deep…deeper…ah…oh…eeeowaaaa.”
For a few moments she hammered me ferociously, and then started to slow down, her cries fading away, and then she stopped.
“Did you like that?” she asked.
“Yes…yes…it was…was…fabulous,” I groaned.
“Tomorrow morning before that old guy arrives, “she said succinctly, “get here as early as you can.”
I gathered that this meant there was to be a repeat performance. I was at her place by seven forty five the next day.
As you will realise I was at the learning stage where sex was concerned — and plumbing too for that matter, but I leave that aside.
We had what Mrs. Mowbray called, “A quickie” since we had to finish before Sid arrived, and I had to get the jobs done that he instructed me to carry out.
Unfortunately Sid didn’t have to visit his tummy wobbly sister that day, so we were back to the three thirty departure. After Sid left I worked like mad to get the jobs he’d left me done, and then Mrs. Mowbray got down to the next stage of sexual apprenticeship.
There was instruction on the lead up to the full bloom of penis plus vagina, which included kissing (tongue probing), nipple sucking (big brown nipples), and not that day, but the next day, cunnilingus and fellatio, (I learned those words later but at the time I thought of it as cunt licking and penis sucking).
In short, Mrs. Mowbray gave me a crash course in sexual practice.
Unfortunately we had only three days left in Mrs. Mowbray’s house, but as we moved on to Mrs. Howland’s place I visited Mrs. Mowbray every day as soon as I could after Sid left. I must say that the promise of sexual pleasure is a great motivator for getting an employee to become extremely productive. I might even write a paper on this subject entitled, “The Sexual Motivation of Unproductive Employees.”
That’s really the story of my first sexual encounter. Of course we eventually finished re-plumbing all the s and we moved on to other work.
I’d like to say that I was special in Mrs. Mowbray’s life, but I don’t think that would be true. I believe she was trying to boost her morale after the revelation of her husband’s infidelities, and any half decent young guy that came her way would have done. She certainly didn’t beg me to come and see her after we left the area, so I must have done what she wanted.
Certainly Mrs. Mowbray boosted my morale, and after she broke my sexual drought I had considerably more confidence with women.
As my plumbing years rolled on I discovered that there are plenty of sex hungry women only to happy to deal with my sexual needs. That’s why I’ve always preferred domestic plumbing ahead of industrial plumbing; it takes you into the place where the frustrated housewife lurks.
I’ve always remembered Mrs. Mowbray and been grateful to her for my initiation. Its strange thing, but I’ve always thought of her as Mrs. Mowbray, and in fact I never knew her by any other name.