It had only been a week after I had started working for him (my first summer job) when he began hitting on me, flirting with me in a very subtle manner, waiting for just the right moment to approach me and reveal his inner feelings.

Needless to say, his behaviour surprised me and I felt scared and nervous.

He was a big, heavyset man in his late fifties with short, black hair, dark piercing eyes and a clean shaven face. Standing at just over six feet in height, he was an intimidating figure, ideally suited in his role as the supervisor and work boss of our group which numbered about fifty employees.

At age eighteen, I was the youngest and the newest employee and as such, I was assigned tasks that didn’t require much skill and experience. Most of the work I did was outdoors but sometimes, depending on the weather conditions, I would be asked to do tasks inside the Abbey like washing and cleaning the floors or helping out in the kitchen and other related chores.

Following his initial moves on me, his demeanour seemed to change whenever he was around me. I began to see a side of his character that few people had seen. He was kind, sensitive, caring and less intimidating. When he talked to me he spoke in a soft, quiet voice.

As the days passed I began to feel more comfortable around him and he became more emboldened in his approach.

I appreciated his subtlety and discretion, always making sure nobody was around whenever he came near me. I also liked the fact that he was not overly aggressive or forceful and, to avoid further suspicion, these incidents didn’t occur on a regular or daily basis. He opted for a more cautious approach which made me a little less nervous.

Slowly I became accustomed to his advances and I found myself being drawn to him.

One late Friday afternoon in August, the inevitable happened. Something I had prepared myself for. It was unavoidable; it was bound to happen.

He had been instantly attracted to me the first time he saw me.

He asked me to follow him as he led me around the back of this long, white building towards a seldom-used access door that led directly into the basement.

He had deliberately avoided using the main entrance for obvious reasons.

My heart was beating rapidly as we descended those stairs to the basement floor below. It was dark down there with very minimal lighting. We went down to the end of a long corridor to our right. Once there we entered a small room and he quietly closed the door behind us.

Adrenaline was starting to flow as my heart beat faster in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Without saying a word he proceeded to act out his suppressed, sexual urges and desires on me that he had kept hidden from everyone around him.

My heart was pounding wildly as he pinned me against the door, slowly parted my legs with his, manoeuvred in between and began to grind and twist his groin against mine in a slow, clockwise motion, feeling his manhood rubbing against my inner thighs.

We were fully clothed but this act of frottage – the rubbing two bodies against each other – was highly charged, sexually stimulating, so erotic and satisfying. He was in complete control and I submitted myself to him willingly. There was no exchange of words between us; only the sound of his heavy breathing and muffled moans permeated the walls of our surroundings.

It was a very sensuous first time experience for me as he pressed his big, heavy frame against my young eighteen-old-year-old body, feeling his hardness as he pushed deeper between my legs; feeling his fully erect manhood under his pants rubbing against my inner thighs in a slow, up and down and gyrating motion.

Standing face to face, I could see his chest hairs protruding from the exposed area of his slightly open shirt collar.

He slowly slid his large hands down my back, tracing its contours to the small of my back and cupped my ass cheeks, caressing and squeezing my ass gently while he continued to hump me.

It was such a surreal moment; very sensuous and erotic.

The sensation of an another man’s body pressed against mine, touching me in places I had never been touched before, initiated an adrenaline rush that surged throughout my body, emitting pleasant, tingly feelings, chills and goosebumps.

I loved that feeling and I wanted to respond to him but I was too shy, too nervous. This was a totally new experience for me.

Being alone with an older man in a dimly lit storage room in the basement of this long, white building, and allowing him to ravish my body in this manner felt exciting, sensuous and so erotic.

I didn’t want this moment to end but the sound of footsteps on the squeaky, wooden floor right above us ruined the mood and intimacy of our encounter, even as they gradually faded away down the hallway.

Reality set in. We were in a very precarious situation and discretion was a must. He had to stop even though I knew he wanted to continue.

The whole incident lasted about twenty minutes but it seemed like forever as I had just experienced my first man to man sexual encounter.

Despite his physical stature and size, he was very gentle, methodical and patient. In a soft low voice he asked me if I was okay and I nodded yes. He smiled at me as he turned to leave and I knew this was only the beginning.

I slowly made my way home, thinking about what had just occurred and how surreal the whole incident was. However, it did happen and it was only a question of when and where our next encounter would be.

Most importantly, how far would he go?