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"Why do you always wait until the hottest day to do
that?"
The voice startled Sam. He was mowing his back lawn and hadn't been
expecting anyone. He looked around for a moment not knowing where the
voice had even come from. "Hello?" he said finally.
"Up here," Mrs. Warren said giving a little wave from her balcony next
door. She was wearing a short nightgown and a light robe. She left the
belt loose, enjoying the breeze. He looked up at her and smiled. He wasn't
sure, but he imagined that when the breeze blew just right, he could see
up Mrs. Warren's gown... and he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing
anything underneath.
He turned off the mower and waved back. "How are you doing today Mrs.
Warren?"
"Just fine, though I really wish you wouldn't call me that all the time.
I've known you for a decade, don't you think it's time you started calling
me Julie?"
"I can try," he said giving a little shrug, "but I'm not sure it'll stick.
Old habits die hard." When he shrugged she noticed how his muscles moved.
He was wearing a torn up pair of jean shorts... and that was it. It was
hot out and sweat made his tanned skin gleam.
"Well if you can't manage, I suppose it's alright. I don't mind Mrs.
Warren as much as I pretend to." She used her robe to fan herself a
little, not knowing if it was just the heat, or perhaps seeing the topless
18-year-old next door, that was making her feel flushed. She removed the
robe and laid it on a chair next to where she was standing.
Sam looked down. The breeze had done its little trick again and now he was
almost certain she was nude under the gown. Not to mention that the fabric
did not do much to hide her erect nipples. He could feel the blood leaving
his brain and redistributing itself.
"Well I should probably get finished," he said with a tone that obviously
conveyed that he did not want to return to work at all.
"I'll tell you what, Sam, after you finish over there you can come
swimming in my pool. It's got some leaves that need cleaning out, but if
you'd be willing to do that for me, you can use the pool as payment. How
does that sound?" Even as she said it she could feel a flush across her
chest. The thought of him over here, and in her pool? She hoped he
couldn't see how her body was betraying her.
"Uhm… yeah, I could do that," he said finally looking up at her. "A swim
sounds awesome." He looked at what he had left to do in the yard. "Can you
give me like 20 minutes? I don't think it will take that much longer."
"Take your time, I'm in no hurry." She watched as he turned and started
the mower again.
She watched him for a few more minutes. She thought she saw him peek up at
her a few times, but wasn't sure. She knew that he might have seen that
she was naked under her gown, and if she was honest about it, it turned
her on more than anything to think that that kid over there had seen.
Finally she picked up her robe and went back inside.
The sound of the mower quit and Mrs. Warren went downstairs. She had
gotten ready for swimming, thinking that if he wasn't too opposed to the
idea, that she might join him. At the least, she planned on sunning
herself on a lounge chair. When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, she
hesitated just a moment before answering it.
Sam had, to Mrs. Warren's disappointment, put back on a shirt. He had kept
his jean shorts on though, and from here she could see that his legs were
as nice and tanned as his back had been.
She led Sam through the house and out into her back yard.
"The net is over there." She pointed to the pool supplies on the far side
of the pool.
"Okay, cool. I'll get started." He walked away and she watched him as he
went. He left a faint musk in the air; a sweaty man smell, and she liked
it.
She sat down on the lounge chair, pulling the robe tighter around her.
Not just yet.
Sam's head was swimming. It could be the heat, but it could be the
amazingly attractive older woman whose nether regions he was pretty sure
he'd seen. Either way, cleaning the pool was being a more difficult task
than it probably should have been. He would scoop up a leaf or two only to
have them fall off as he tried to get the next one. He kept glancing at
Mrs. Warren and was having trouble concentrating.
She watched him, and now was certain that she'd seen him look up at her.
It seemed even at 38, she still had it, whatever it was. She watched as he
got the last couple of leaves and replaced the net. He walked over towards
her.
"Thank you Sam. I've been meaning to do that for a week. It was much nicer
watching you do it." She smiled up at him and he smiled back. He hitched
his thumb towards the pool.
"Is it cool if I jump in?"
"Be my guest." He turned from her and removed his shirt again. His chest
was smooth and she couldn't take her eyes off of it. He bent and removed
his shoes and socks and then, without another word or a dip of a toe, he
dove in. She waited for him to surface, watching his form move under the
water.
Not quite yet.
Sam enjoyed the jarring rush of the cold water as he swam. It helped with
the heat, and with the feelings he was having. Sure she was hot, but she
was also twice his age. Hell, he'd know her son before he went off to
college. So, he told himself underwater, "you do not want to fuck Mrs.
Warren."
Now.
Mrs. Warren, seeing that Sam was headed back her direction underwater,
stood and removed her robe. She was naked underneath. Before he surfaced
she laid face down on the lounge. She turned her head away from the water,
attempting to hide the smile that was trying to betray the calm she wanted
to portray. She heard him come up for air, and a faint gasp as he did so.
Her smile widened even more.
Sam couldn't believe his eyes. At first he really didn't, thinking she was
wearing a tan swimsuit or something like that. But he quickly realized
that she was lying there completely naked. His erection, which had been
wavering ever since he thought he saw what he thought he saw, was fuller
than he thought he'd ever felt it before.
He'd seen exactly one girl naked one time. They'd had sex a couple of
other times, but only once had she actually let him see her with the
lights on. This on the other hand was completely different. First of all,
he hadn't seen it coming, even after the glances he'd seen on the balcony.
Secondly, this was a woman he'd known most of his life and who was way
older than him. But he couldn't help himself and he let out a little gasp.
Mrs. Warren, working hard to sound completely calm, said, without turning
to Sam, "could I get you to do me a huge favor?"
He didn't say anything. He didn't know how to talk anymore. Finally, with
much effort, he said "Sure Mrs. Warren. What do you need?"
"Could you put some lotion on my back? I don't want to burn." She waited
for him to run. She'd gone to far.
Instead, she heard him getting out of the water and walking over to her.
She slowly turned her head towards him. She could tell that he liked what
he saw. She reached an arm out and handed him the lotion.
She moved over and gave him room to sit next to her. He couldn't believe
what was happening. It all felt like a dream. Like a story someone told
him in a dream.
He squeezed some lotion on to his palm and rubbed it between his hands.
She closed her eyes and he started rubbing the lotion onto her back. He
was amazed at how warm her skin was. He tried not to, but his gaze kept
returning to her ass. It was right there! His hands rubbed her back,
starting on her shoulders, but eventually moving down to her ribs and
lower back.
Mrs. Warren was amazed at how it felt to have this boys hands on her. It
had been quite some time since her husband had passed away and she'd been
on only one date which hadn't even gone that far. She sighed and could
feel her back arching even as she tried to keep it from doing so. She was
excited, and a little scared and incredibly turned on.
He reached the dimples on her lower back and stopped. He wanted to keep
going, to caress the flesh just below where he'd stopped, but was scared
to keep going without permission. He quietly asked, "Mrs. Warren, do you
want me to keep going?"
She tried, though she was pretty sure she failed at it, to hide the
excitement in her voice, "please."
Sam applied a fresh coat of lotion to his hands and continued. At first he
just ran his hands over her, spreading an even coat of the lotion, but the
movement of Mrs. Warren's body betrayed her calm voice, and he began to
kneed her buttocks. His erection was worse than ever. He moved on,
reluctantly, and spread the lotion over her legs and feet.
She tried not to giggle as he rubbed her feet and toes, but she couldn't
help herself and she kicked out and laughed heartily. As she did so, she
exposed herself for the first time to Sam. He looked at her and she looked
back. In that moment, she knew she was going to fuck this kid liked he'd
never been fucked.
Sam looked at her and she looked back at him. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah…" He looked down at her chest and marveled. Her breasts were much
bigger than his girlfriends had been. They weren't huge, but definitely
the largest he'd ever seen in person. He swallowed. Her areolas were a
dark brown and her nipples were hard. He tried to look away, but found
that to be a harder task than he'd expected.
Mrs. Warren watched him look at her. She took the moment to inspect him as
well. His skin was still wet from the swim. She wanted to lick him. She
wasn't sure she'd ever had that particular compulsion before, but she
wanted to lick his chest and his nipples; to run her hands down his torso
and into his jeans. She looked further down and could see his erection
straining against the fabric of his shorts. She smiled to herself.
Finally, after what seemed an immense amount of time, he looked up at her
face again. She laid down on her back. "Would you like to continue?" She
asked just above a whisper.
"Yes ma'am."
She situated herself so that he could move closer to her. He got some more
lotion and began again. He started at her collar, being sure to get her
shoulders and arms. He rubbed the lotion into her chest just above her
breasts. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation. He lightly ran
his hands across them then, barely touching the nipples. She moaned a soft
little moan as he did so. She didn't even know she'd made a sound.
Then he left them as quickly as he'd started. He continued on to her ribs
and stomach. He was going to make her wait.
Again the dream feeling came over Sam. He was rubbing the breasts of a
woman who'd babysat him on more than one occasion. The unreality of the
situation was both disorienting and exciting. When he ran his hands across
her nipples, and felt the reaction she gave, he decided to hold off on
them for a little longer. He marveled at how soft she was, how smooth. He
wasn't completely surprised to see that she retained some of her pubic
hair. Going smooth wasn't the style for her generation, but she was
trimmed and he could see her lips and wanted nothing more than to taste
her.
He continued running his hands down her body, but every time he would get
near her pubic hair, he would change direction. She found herself
unconsciously moving her body, trying to steal a touch, but he was too
fast. As he began working on the front of her legs, she spread them a
little without even knowing she was doing so.
He could smell her and it was intoxicating. He was enjoying the simple act
of touching her, but it wouldn't be long before he could no longer be
satisfied by it.
Without any warning, he simultaneously put his mouth to her left nipple
and his hand to her pussy. She put out a moan, louder than the others, and
her body shook. His tongue traced her nipple and areola, sucking and
nibbling lightly. He ran his hand across her lips, lightly at first, and
then with a little more force. She was surprised at how well he touched
her.
He switched breasts, kissing his was across her chest. He was surprised at
the weight of her breasts in his mouth, but loved how every kiss, every
lick and suck made her squirm and moan. He ran the middle finger of his
left hand between her lips and could feel how wet she was. The heat he
found there was amazing. He ran his finger along the lips, spreading them
lightly. Finally he moved it higher, finding her clit and she shuddered
under him.
She reached up and grabbed his head. She turned him to her and kissed him
hard. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths. She was amazed at how
good it felt, how right. His fingers kept moving and she found herself
close to orgasm. She'd never come from handwork alone, but then again, she
didn't think she'd ever been this turned on. As her body shook she pulled
him closer to her, feeling him against her.
He thought he'd just made her come, and would have smiled had he been able
to. Instead he kissed her harder and felt her breasts against him.
Suddenly she switched positions and he was lying on his back. He wasn't
even really sure how she'd managed the transition. Without so much as a
word, she undid the button on his shorts and they, and his underwear, were
gone.
She grabbed his cock, which was much thicker than her husbands had been
but not quite as long, and squeezed it lightly a few times. She noticed, a
little shocked, that he shaved his testicles and left only a small patch
of hair above the shaft. She liked it. She looked up at him and gave him a
look. He nodded approval, and she began.
Her lips engulfed him and his entire body felt it. It was as if all of his
skin was being kissed. She licked the tip and ran her tongue along the
underside. She alternated between sucking the head and licking around. She
didn't want him to come just yet. Soon, but not quite yet.
He was unable to open his eyes. He focused on the sensations. She was
licking his balls and lightly sucking on them. He'd never had that done
before, but after this, would not consider any blowjob complete without
it. She used her hands on his cock while she did this and the combination
was almost unbelievable. She licked lower and lower, almost to his anus,
and then he felt it.
She could tell he was getting close. She wanted this first one to be
special, something he'd never forget. She was using her right hand to jerk
him off while she licked and sucked on him, and the closer he got the
hotter she got. She reached between her legs with her left hand and used
her own juices to get her finger nice and slick. As he came she shoved
that finger up his ass and he cried out in pleasure, shooting come onto
his chest and stomach.
He was startled, that was for sure, but the pleasure that went along with
it was more than he could handle. He'd never even considered ass play, at
least not his own, but it was amazing in combination with everything else.
He had never come so hard in his life, even with his girlfriend riding him
in the dark.
She climbed on top of him, letting her breasts brush his cock and chest as
she went. She leaned in close, pressing her body to his, and whispered
into his ear, "Are you alright?"
He tried to talk, but couldn't find the words. Instead, he just nodded.
She kissed him lightly on the cheek and chin. He turned his face to hers
and they began kissing again. Lightly at first, but building. She could
feel him growing again.
She reached down between them and took hold of him. She ran his dick along
her lips. The sensation was amazing, but she wanted him inside of her. She
leaned back and looked at him. She looked him in the eyes and never said a
word. She placed the head of his penis against her, and let him inside.
She gasped again and marveled at the feeling. She'd always enjoyed the
length of her husband, but this was something altogether different. She
felt full, and it was everything. Thoughts of anything else, of how this
might not be right, how he was too young by far went away and the pleasure
was all there was. She sat for a moment, relishing the feeling, before
commencing her movements.
He thought he was going to need a moment after coming, but he was wrong.
There were some perks, it seemed, to being young. When he was inside her
everything else went away. They were together there, and that was all that
was. She started rocking up and down and he was glad he'd come once
already. He didn't think it was going to last long as it was, but maybe a
few moments longer.
She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast. The other she put
on her ass. He pinched her nipple and squeezed her ass as she left, and
came back down. Left and came back down. Every time she took him into her
he would squeeze. The rhythm was picking up, moving faster and faster. Up,
down, release, squeeze. She didn't think it possible, but she was going to
come again.
He looked up at her, a red flush rising on her chest, her breath getting
louder, and realized she was going to come. The realization made his own
orgasm sneak up on him. He came inside her, his cock pulsing with his
heartbeat.
When Sam came inside her, she felt her own orgasm. She'd never done
something like that and had thought simultaneous orgasms something only
romance writers believed in, but here she was convulsing on him, grabbing
his hand and pulling it tighter against her chest.
Mrs. Warren leaned forward and kissed him again. She liked the feeling of
him inside of her, so she didn't let him move just yet. They kissed and
she put her head on his shoulder. They lay like that for quite some time.
Finally, when he'd grown soft again, she allowed him to move. He sat up
and turned away from her. She ran her hand across his back. She thought he
was upset, regretting what had just happened. She thought he would leave
now, just grab his clothes and go. Instead, he turned to her and gave her
a mischievous smile.
"What?" She asked.
He didn't answer. Instead he moved his body quickly, positioning himself
between her legs. He pulled her body towards the end of the lounge chair
and began kissing her inner thighs. Her sent was intoxicating. He kissed
up one side, getting closer and closer to her swollen lips, then bypassed
them and kissed down the other leg. She squirmed, but he held her down.
Finally, on his third pass, he gave her a quick kiss, just a peck, on her
clit.
She shuddered. The wait had been torture, but the payoff was so sweet. He
ran his hands over her mound and through the hair there. Without warning
he ran his tongue along her lips, spreading them as he went. He did this a
few times, and then stopped and kissed her clit again. She couldn't take
it any more and grabbed his head and pulled him to her. He obeyed and
began licking her clit more vigorously.
He relished the way she moved, moving her hips up and down. He even liked
the fact that he tasted a mixture of the two of them. He would have
thought it disgusting, but it was the opposite. He parted her lips with
his left hand and inserted a finger from his right, never taking his
tongue from her clit. She moaned again as he began fingering her.
She was rubbing and tweaking her own nipple while using her other hand to
keep him pulled to her. She let everything but the sensation go form her
mind. This was bliss.
He pulled his finger from her and, taking a play from her, ran it across
her asshole. She moaned a little, and then quietly said "yes," letting him
know he was headed in the right direction. He inserted the finger slowly
and she began moving faster, pulling him tighter to her.
She couldn't believe what was happening. Now it was her turn for
unreality. The feeling of him rubbing her, of him sucking and licking her,
was too much and for the third time in less than an hour, she came. Her
body shuddered and tensed.
When he could feel her getting close, he moved faster, both with his
finger and his tongue. She came and he felt as her pussy convulsed against
his mouth. He licked up and down her lips, tasting her and relishing in
it. Finally, she pulled him up to her and they lay arm in arm.
"This can't happen again," she said to him, running her fingers through
his hair. He was circling her nipple with a finger. He stopped and looked
up into her eyes. He pinched her nipple lightly. He pointed to his cock,
which was already hard again, and said, "That's where I think you're
wrong," and kissed her hard on the lips.
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