Lessons in Carnal knowledge

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IC: Miranda Sutherlin

Miranda walked down the marina to the gangplank of the large luxury yacht with the name 'Lady in White' scrawled on its bow.

Miranda was a professional girl, a very high class escort, a very expensive whore, and a God damned good one too. Like this current job she was starting. A long time regular client had arranged to pay her a ridiculously stupid amount of money to be put on retainer over this summer and not even for him. She was hired for the man's son. It seems his son was in need of a tutor in sex education, but the fun kind Escorts like her specialized in exercising.

At the top of the gangplank the captain helped her aboard saying, "Good day, Ms. Sutherlin."

"Hello Captain," She greeted him, "Is our young man on board yet?"

"He is not yet here. Should be coming on soon though," He nodded to her parked Range Rover at the end of the marina, "I'll get the lads to bring up your luggage and help you get settled in before he arrives."

"And are you okay with what may or may not be happening between myself and him," She asked pointedly.

"Ma'am, we've all signed NDAs when we were hired to crew this boat," The captain told her, "Beyond that we'll be running with a skeleton crew on this voyage and all of us will defer to the owner's policy on the goings-on between our passengers. We'll mind our own business and not bother you or the young sir. You will have to wait on yourselves but if it all goes well you won't even know we are here. We'll cast off for the open water as soon as he arrives."

"Excellent, Captain," She smiled, "Now I'd like to get my bags on board and take a quick shower and change into something more appropriate before our little man shows up."

She strode into the cabin as he sent some men to fetch her luggage for her. As they brought her bags inside she took her shower and changed into a simple red bikini and sunglasses. She looked at her reflection through the window. She still looked as she did when she was twenty-eight thanks to rigorous exercise and healthy dieting. Not too shabby for someone that would turn thirty-five next winter.

She found all of her bags left inside her bedroom. Walking into the kitchen she opened the fridge to find it fully stocked for their voyage-the cabinets were full too. While waiting she pulled out some lettuce, a cucumber, radishes, a bag of carrot slices, some croutons and a bottle of salad dressing. Might as well make some supper while she waited.

By the time she was finished with the salads she'd made she noticed out the window the crew untying the mooring lines of the yacht and heard the sound of the big boat's engines revving up. She also heard the unmistakable sound of a young man entering the cabin of his father's yacht and seeing a blonde bombshell of a woman in a red bikini setting salads onto his dinner table.

She smiled warmly over her shoulder to the young man, "Hello I am Miranda, and I am here to guide you in your education. I am an escort, and a damned good one too, so I am sure you can imagine just what sort of education that would imply."

She pulled out a chair at the table for him with his salad waiting for him to dig in. "Let us discuss the specifics of just what that education will entail over some supper."

Outside 'The Lady in White' was pulling away from the marina and heading to the open water beyond the mouth of the bay and the Atlantic ocean beyond that.

 

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IC: Miranda Sutherlin

By the time she was finished with the salads she'd made she noticed out the window the crew untying the mooring lines of the yacht and heard the sound of the big boat's engines revving up. She also heard the unmistakable sound of a young man entering the cabin of his father's yacht and seeing a blonde bombshell of a woman in a red bikini setting salads onto his dinner table.

She smiled warmly over her shoulder to the young man, "Hello I am Miranda, and I am here to guide you in your education. I am an escort, and a damned good one too, so I am sure you can imagine just what sort of education that would imply."

"Hi,” he responded.

Miranda regarded the young man with a practiced eye. She'd been e-mailed his photo from Mr. Fairbarn when she'd been offered the job, but that was a close up image that gave her a good look at the kid's face. Now in person however she was able to size him up more thoroughly than just from a 2D image on a phone screen.

Samuel was tall, slender, but surprisingly fit and handsome for being a socially awkward young man. Miranda was shocked some sweet young girl hadn't snapped Sam up and made him her boyfriend by now. He must be painfully socially awkward to answer for that. Physically there was nothing wrong with him. The problem had to be with his personality.

Good thing Miranda was such a people person. She could work with anyone no matter their hang-ups.

He took a moment looking at her as well. She counted how long his eyes remained glued to her breasts. The moment grew longer, long enough that it was starting to feel awkward before he asked out of the blue, "Is Miranda your real name?"

She smiled to him reassuringly, "No, it's not. It's the name I use while working though."

She pulled out a chair at the table for him with his salad waiting for him to dig in. "Let us discuss the specifics of just what that education will entail over some supper."

Outside 'The Lady in White' was pulling away from the marina and heading to the open water beyond the mouth of the bay and the Atlantic ocean beyond that.

Sam took the chair she had pulled out and Miranda sat down in the chair opposite him. They began to dig into their dinner. Miranda did eating the salad she made with gusto. Sam absently raked his forks through it and spent time staring at her breasts while trying to be obtuse about the fact he was ogling her.

"My dad usually has a chef on the yacht..." He complained before bashfully trailing off.

"If you don't want the salad I made us the fridge is fully stocked." She pointed to the cabin's kitchen, "Feel free to make yourself a sandwich or something, Sam."

"The yacht is currently running with only absolutely necessary crew members in an effort to give us as much privacy as possible," She put in lifting her bottle of water to her lips for a drink, "The chef was unnecessary and is staying behind on shore. I'm afraid we'll pretty much have to fend for ourselves on this voyage when it comes to our meals."

He was staring at her breasts again, probably imagining what they'd look like without the bikini top blocking his view of them.

“So, my education....?” He asked leadingly.

"...Has already started, Sam." She reached up behind her neck and untied the top's strings there. She pulled the bikini top off of her and reached across the table and handed it to him, "Here. Keep that. I'll want it back when we're through with the first lesson here."

She sat back letting him have an eye full of her bare C-cup breasts still firm even after thirty-four years still laughing at gravity's impotent attempts to pull them downward. These were the best implants money could buy, and Miranda was quite proud of the results of making that purchase. After she'd reached the age of thirty she had gotten them done to maintain her edge against the many other younger escorts who'd happily steal clients from her if they could.

"Look at them as much as you like, Sam. You don't have to feel self-conscious about it. I don't mind at all." She told him with a wink, "If you're brave enough I'll even let you touch them."

Their first lesson was for him to get comfortable with a woman in a sexual context, namely hers.

 

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IC: Miranda Sutherlin

"Look at them as much as you like, Sam. You don't have to feel self-conscious about it. I don't mind at all." She told him with a wink, "If you're brave enough I'll even let you touch them."

Their first lesson was for him to get comfortable with a woman in a sexual context, namely hers.

“Erm yeah, I’ll hang on to it.” The poor kid blushed adorably as he took up her bikini top she had handed over to him. Then had choked on his sip of water when she announced the possibility of her allowing him to touch her breasts. She saw him shift in his seat as he stuffed it into his pocket. She gave him a knowing look. He was trying to adjust subtly as his cock was getting hard in his pants. He probably thought a seasoned escort such as herself couldn't tell what was happening to him right away. As if a red-blooded young man wouldn't get an erection when a beautiful woman got even a little forward with him much less taking her top off for him to ogle and even to touch.

She herself was getting aroused. The heat between her legs was growing, and her nipples getting hard wasn't from the yacht's air conditioning alone. Miranda had something of a strong exhibitionist streak in her, and showing off the breasts she was quite proud of to a clearly appreciative teenager was seriously lighting her own fire.

“Thank you,” Sam replied stupidly. “So, this is my first lesson?”

The sun was setting as the 'the lady in white' began its voyage down the Atlantic ocean to the Caribbean. The mainland was just a dark grey mass on the horizon and evening began to descend around them. She reached up and took off the sunglasses looking Sam in the eye saying, "Yes it is. Do you like it?"

"“What should I do?!" He asked.

"Do?" She said raising an eyebrow at the question, "Why, all you have to do is whatever feels good to you, Sam."

“Maybe you could show me..." He asked in a tone of voice that tried to show some confidence behind but actually showed how little he was feeling. "I've never done anything like this before."

Poor kid. He was completely thrown off by this. Wait till he got a load of what she had in mind for him next.

"Alright, I'll show you..." She got up and rounded around the table took the bowl of salad he'd barely touched and set it on the other side of the table. Then she lifted herself up and sat on the table in front of him. Legs spread on either side of him she regarded him coolly. "Give me your hands, Sam."

She reached down and took hold of his hands guiding them up to her bared breasts. "Some women have very sensitive breasts. When you touch them use a gentle pressure at first." She raised his hands onto her breasts and then some pressure on the back of his fingers so his hands gently squeezed her breasts.

She let out an aroused little sigh when he did. "I like your hands on me, Sam."

 

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IC: Miranda Sutherlin

She let out an aroused little sigh when he did. "I like your hands on me, Sam."

Miranda looked down at him. He really was quite the handsome young man. It was beyond her how some lucky girl had not roped him in. He was awkward, and hesitant. She could tell that he had no idea what he was doing with her.

He was also so aroused he was just about ready to explode in his pants. She had the eye of experience and could clearly see the tent in his pants that young virgin cock was pitching in his jeans. Maybe she'd take pity on him and let him keep her bikini top so he could use it to jack off later.

He pulled his hands away from her breasts and awkwardly attempting to shift the topic of conversation, “So....is this my cabin or yours....or are we supposed to be...erm....sharing a cabin?"

"I don't think that really matters," She told him pushing off from the table and landing onto his lap, "I intend to let you have some private time, but I'll be spending a great deal of my time in your cabin...or in your bed."

She leaned in until her breasts were pressing into his surprisingly strong and broad chest, and not to mention pressing into that afore-mentioned tent being pitched in the crotch of his jeans.

"Don't feel pressured, Sam," She whispered like liquid sex into his ears, "Nothing will happen you don't want to happen. Do you want me to give you some space to adjust and we can pick up with this in the morning, or do you want to stuff the rest of my bikini into your other pocket?"

 

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IC: Miranda Sutherlin

"Don't feel pressured, Sam," She whispered like liquid sex into his ears, "Nothing will happen you don't want to happen. Do you want me to give you some space to adjust and we can pick up with this in the morning, or do you want to stuff the rest of my bikini into your other pocket?"

Miranda could feel his heart pounding like a drum in his chest through her breasts pressed up like pillows against him. She could also feel his erection pressed against her lower belly insistently. She could imagine it was like a tiger in a cage pacing waiting to be let out. She wondered how large it was. As a benefit to her career as an escort she'd always been fascinated by men's cocks. She had always been entranced by their various shapes and differences, their reactions when she ran her tongue or lips over it-sometimes the reaction at just the suggestion of doing that to them-she just loved cocks in general.

However the poor thing was currently trapped and unable to come out and play. Part of her wanted to take pity on it, but there was also the wicked part of her that wanted to keep upping the ante until Sam actually brought his poor cock out of his pants to part in the action on his own volition.

Sam shrugged his shoulders as if unable to give an answer to her question, but she sat there in his lap and waited for a more active and verbal response from him. “Erm...I’d like that.”

She smiled to him like a cat playing with a mouse, "What would you like me to do, Sam?"

"The second option I mean," He clarified.

"You want me to untie my bikini bottom, and put them in your jeans pocket with my top," She said spelling it out specifically.

The blush on his face deepened adorably as he managed to stammer out, “If you’re happy to I mean.”

She smiled warmly to him, "I'd be delighted to, Sam."

She leaned back all the way until the back of her head and shoulders rested on the tabletop. From this position his eyes could feast on her body as it was stretched out for him. Her eyes bore into his as her hands lowered down the body she worked hard to keep in this shape to the strings at her hip. Fingers took hold of the ends of the strings and began to pull the bow loose.

"You're not the only one I'm doing this for, Sam," She said as the knot came undone, She left that bow untied and migrated to the other one at her other hip. "It's not even for the ridiculous amount of money your father is paying me to do this either. Though I'm not dumb enough to turn it down."

"The reason I want to do this is..." She said as her fingers began to pull that bow loose. "...That I have had a sexual fantasy for a long time of being the first woman to usher in a young man's experience with sexual matters."

Finished she left her bottoms untied. Underneath her the back fell loosely from the curve of her ass to sag between his spread legs. Up top the bikini rested loosely over her pussy less than an inch from the straining erection in his pants. "The very thought doing that for you turns me on like you would not believe."

"What are you waiting for, Sam," She asked continuing to look into his eyes, "Take my bikini bottoms and stuff them into your pocket."

 

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IC: Miranda Sutherlin

"What are you waiting for, Sam," She asked continuing to look into his eyes, "Take my bikini bottoms and stuff them into your pocket."

“Seriously," He stammered looking down at her nearly naked body. She watched his eyes as the traced over the contours of breast and tummy down to center on her sex and the flimsy covering of her loosened bikini bottoms.

Miranda smiled to him answering reassuringly, "Seriously."

He swept the unruly mop of hair from his eyes as he looked down at that last piece of her clothing. His hands lowered trembling down to her spread thighs. Poor kid was all nerves as he fumbled taking hold of her bikini bottoms. Using her feet against the legs of the chair she lifted herself up off him as he pulled them off of her.

Her bare ass planted back down and gave him the time to survey her naked body. From her breasts still firm and round despite her age down a tummy that was still flat and svelte to her shaved pussy mound, and finally the little heart tattoo with cupid's arrow through it clearly seen there. She was quite proud of her body, and as she had said she had a strong exhibitionist streak in her, so the way he reverently looked over her body made her hot as hell.

"Is this the first time you've seen a naked woman in real life," She asked him.

"Wow..." He said, his voice low almost a whisper, "You're so...hot...and erm...naked..."

He looked up from her bare pussy and met her eyes and her reassuring smile. "Yes I am."

He smiled back and joked eyeing her hardened nipples, “Lucky it will be warm where we’re going."

"Yes I imagine I'll be wearing very little during my time with you," She replied, "But my nipples are hard not because I am cold now, Sam."

She reached above her head and took his bottle of water. "Quite the contrary..." she began unscrewing the cap off the bottle. "...Being naked for you like this makes me incredibly hot..." She raised the bottle over her bare breasts, "...In fact I am a little too hot."

She then tipped the bottle so the water dripped out and landed over her right nipple. She moved the bottle so it dripped over the other breast and the valley between them.

"Mmmm…" She murmured arching her back as she felt the ice cold water on her erect nipples. Tiny beads of the water rolled down her breasts and down her torso towards her heated pussy.

"Here," She licked her lips and eyeing Sam with arousal. Her free hand was at a breasts fingers playing with its nipple, "Help me cool off some more."

 

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IC: Miranda Sutherlin

"Here," She licked her lips and eyeing Sam with arousal. Her free hand was at a breasts fingers playing with its nipple, "Help me cool off some more."

He been looking down, hypnotized by the shaved sex for his eyes.

Yeah, this boy was a virgin. That confirmation made her even hotter.

Sam took the bottle in nervously shaking hands. She watched his eyes as that trembling hand tipped the bottle. The water sloshed out not in a dribble but in a full splash.

She arched as the cold water hit her and slalomed down her body to her sex. "Aaah!"

"Sorry," He stammered, "I guess I ruined the moment."

"Ruined," She asked raising back up to look him in the eye, "Why is it ruined, Sam?"

She took the bottle from his hand and placed it back down on the table. Then looking him in the eye. "You're new at this you're going to make mistakes. I know that. That's part of why you have me. I'll teach you how to do this flawlessly."

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and fingers ran through that adorably messy hair of his. She smiled to him saying, "You're going to lose your virginity tonight, Sam. No matter the mistakes you make. So don't worry about them, stud."

 

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IC: Miranda Sutherlin

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and fingers ran through that adorably messy hair of his. She smiled to him saying, "You're going to lose your virginity tonight, Sam. No matter the mistakes you make. So don't worry about them, stud."

"My jeans are wet," His words came out as an embarrassed mumble. She followed his glance down at the dark spot that had collected most of the spilled water bottle.

She looked back up into Sam's eyes. "Yes, they are. What shall we do about that?"

"I should change..." He trailed off too bashful to complete the sentence.

"Why," She asked him wiggling enticingly over the wet spot in his crotch, "Any new clothes you put on you won't be wearing for long tonight? I can-Ahh!"

She was interrupted when he lifted her up from his lap and easily set her back down onto the table. Such a display of strength was impressive, as well as sexy as hell.

Poor Sam he wouldn't look at her but after rising up from his chair his hands went to the snap of his jeans. Miranda's eyes did not wander watching with unabashed interest what his hands were doing-or in this case: undoing. She leaned back onto one elbow on the table. Her free hand migrating down her body to tease her wet and wanting sex with knowledgeable and nimble fingers when he began pushing the wet denim down over his slim hips.

"So you're a fan of the Batman, Sam," She surmised noting the superhero emblazoned on the outside of his boxer shorts, "That news will come in handy when we get to roleplaying later on."

"I think I have some swimming shorts in my case." He said hands shyly covering over the pronounced tent in his batman bedecked boxers.

She smiled wickedly rolling off the table saying, "I'll get them for you."

She sauntered over to his bags exaggerating each step so her ass swayed hypnotically for Sam's eyes. She bent over at the waist, legs straight and slightly spread so he got a very very clear view of both her pussy and ass. Her hand took the zipper of the bag and began pulling it up opening the bag, but just as she was rounding the corner of the bag the zipper hit a snag. She struggled with it for a few seconds before looking between her legs at him.

"Hey Sam," She asked, "Come over here and help me with this damned zipper."