Diary of a Sexy Young Man – Part Two The Red Room It was a long hot summer holiday and I had nothing to do. I kept thinking about what had happened when Eve came to the house, I was kind of gobsmacked as they say, I could hardly believe it had really happened. Although she was much older than me, and a few little lines of age were beginning to show it never occurred to me to even think about such mundane matters as age. She had a wonderful sort of reassuring warmth about her and it just didn't seem to matter. Any way, after a few days I began to feel really horny, and I plucked up the courage to phone her as she had suggested. We swapped a few pleasantries and I let slip that I was bored and had noting to do. 'A young man like you?' she said, 'Listen, I think I might have an idea for you, but I've got to talk to some one else first. Phone me later, about six.' So I did. 'Could you come and see me Friday evening?' she asked, and I said I could. 'OK, dress nicely, and tell no one, it's a secret, OK?' and she gave me the address and directions. I was surprised when I saw the house. A big old Victorian detached house facing the sea. Oh, well, he is a doctor, I thought. Eve came to the door and showed me into a large room and would you believe a maid, (they had a maid!), bought some tea. After a while, Eve said 'Come with me, I want to show you something, and she took me up several flights of stairs to a large room at the top of the house. I sat down and the first thing I noticed was a couch, the couch! The one I had seen in the photos. Without any doubt this was the room in which the photos had been taken. Suddenly Eve was sitting beside me and she had one of those old box files in her hands, like the ones I had seen at home. She spoke quietly. 'I've got some pictures here but I afraid you might find them a bit shocking – you know – they're very rude. You need to be really grown up to understand. Don't worry, you'll like them.' Well I didn't let on that I had seen some of them already, but I wanted to see some more and I could feel myself getting hard. They were the same sort of pictures and I could see clearly that they were taken in the room we were sitting in. Eve looked at me quizzically. 'Do you like these photos? Do they make you feel – you know – like you want to do something with me?' 'Oh god yes' I heard myself say, 'but what about the maid?' 'Don't worry about her, she knows why we came up here, she's very discrete.' So I thought, why waste time. I put my hand inside her blouse and fondled her breast and I felt her hand on my cock. I felt her moving about and then heard her skirt drop on the floor. 'Feel me down here' she said softly, so I did. By now my jeans were on the floor beside her skirt and she was gently rubbing my cock. She whispered, 'Have you ever let a lady suck your cock?', and she bent down and I felt her lips sliding up and down my cock and I was already fighting to control myself. 'There' she said. 'I thought you would like those photo's. You like seeing people doing rude things, don't you? Would you like to watch me?' She got up and sat on the couch opposite me, opened her legs, pulled her knickers to one side and leaned back. She started feeling herself and then she put her middle finger up her cunt and gently worked it in and out. 'Ooh, that's lovely, she said, 'I like doing this, but it's much nicer when you watch me do it. You do it – I want to watch you and I want to see you cum.' She was all kind of excited and I was on the verge by now anyway, so I couldn't help myself. I was really hard and I only had to stroke myself a few times and two or three powerful squirts of sperm shot up. I leaned back and closed my eyes for a few seconds and I could hear her voice, 'Er-huh, er-huh', like that. When I looked again she was bent over and she was doing really fast, and she went 'Oh Christ, oh Christ' as if she was in pain, then she stopped and just sat there panting. Then she said, as if she were talking to herself, 'Oh god, it's so rude, it's so rude when some one watches you, I just can't help it.' It took us a while to calm down and get dressed properly. There was nothing to clean myself up with so she gave me her knickers. At last she said 'Let's go downstairs, I asked the maid to make us some sandwiches, and there's something I want to talk to you about.' We sat in the room we had been in earlier and I was starving so I pigged a bit on the sandwiches. Eve spoke to me on a low voice but in a serious tone. 'I want to tell you about something. I know I keep saying that what we do is a secret, but this is a bit more serious and I am trusting you to be sensible and promise me that what I tell you will never be repeated outside this house. Have you guessed where those photo's come from? Charles, my partner, takes them, he has a darkroom. Now this is why you must never tell anyone. Some people, very respectable people, come here to do things that they wouldn't want anyone to know about. Some men like to do things that their wives don't like, so they come here and do it with other ladies while their wives watch, and they like Charles to take the photos. They take them home and look at them while they do the things they like doing. Some ladies like to watch their husbands do things with another lady. That's why the maid is here, she's not a maid really, she likes men to do things to her and she's like me, she likes some one to watch her while it is happening. 'Later tonight', she went on, 'a man and his wife will be coming. I'll be honest, this is the real reason why I asked you to come here. The lady will bring a friend, a young girl about your age. I suppose you know some ladies like to do things with other ladies, well it's like that, but they want to take some photos of the girl with a boy, just like you. Now do you understand? If they all like you and the girl feels like it then you can do what you want together as long as you don't mind them watching and taking photo's.' Well, what had happened upstairs hadn't slowed me down much, and to be honest I couldn't wait, but I tried to be casual. 'OK', I said, 'If you want.' Well it was a long wait because they weren't coming till about midnight, so I went outside and wandered about the big garden. I was a lovely old place, with hedges and trees and a little walled off bit, and an old summer house and a fish pond with a fountain tinkling away. I was staring into it when I became aware of some one close behind me and I turned to see. It was the 'maid'. 'Hello' she said, 'I'm Cindy. You haven't been here before have you?' 'No' I said, 'nor any where like it. What a set-up.' 'Mmmm, yeah, well, I suppose it must go on in other places. You're quite young aren't you? Most of the people who come here are older people. Makes a change for once', she said with a grin. She was a lovely girl, about 20, with a full figure shown off in a tight black dress and big brown eyes. It was a lovely calm summer evening, and as I stood there in that lovely old garden looking at her, half conscious of the tinkling of the fountain and the birdsong, I decided that I liked her very much. 'Well, have a nice time,' she said, and walked away. I wondered if I would ever see her again. Part 3 to follow