by Jason Lenov
She'd changed her outfit. She was now wearing a little white bikini with a top that barely covered anything but her nipples and a thong that just covered her pussy slit. She was carrying two beers and had on dark sunglasses. "Hey there," she said with a smile. "You all done? I thought we could have that cold one out here."
Handing me a beer, she crossed the deck, turned over a deck chair and sat herself down on it.
My heart was pounding as I stood there trying not to stare at her tight body, her long, lithe legs and those firm tits.
"Shit!" she swore, sighing. "Sammy, could you do me favor? I forgot the sunscreen on the table. Could you go grab it?"
Well, at that point Laura Masters could have asked me if I wouldn't mind taking a dip in a tank full of alligators for her and I would have said "no problem!"
I bounded up the steps into the house, grabbed the sunscreen and headed back outside.
She was already lying on the deck chair soaking up the sun.
I came to a stop beside her and held the bottle out, not knowing what to say.
Laura turned her head and for a second looked confused as to what I was doing. "Aren't you going to help me put it on?" she asked with a pout.
My cock roared to life.
Chapter 3
I stood there slack-jawed for a little bit because what do you say to something like that? The secret crush of my youth had just brushed my cock by accident and was now lying in front of me with nothing but a few patches of fabric between me and her fucking delicious looking lady-parts, asking me if I could rub a bit of lotion on.
It was absolutely impossible that she was not seeing the bulge growing in my shorts. I was standing way to close to her and there was no covering it up. She had to know.
So of course I started asking myself if this was for real. Was she doing what she thought I was doing? Was she "testing the waters," so to speak? Was she really trying to figure out if this could be a thing, her and I? Was she hitting on me?
I'd had a few girlfriends in the past, none of them particularly memorable, but one thing one of them had said stood out.
"Guys will take anything a girl does the wrong way. Anything."
Meaning that no matter what a girl did, a guy would think that she was trying to hit on him. Because that's the way guys are. No one wants to be the schmuck who missed a signal and didn't get laid when he could have, right?
For some reason that had stuck with me. I thought about it a lot when talking to girls and realized that I did it, too. If a girl smiled at me my first reflex would be to think that she wants me, or that I should strike up a conversation to see if that were true. Ever since then I really tried to pay attention and go out of my way not to be that kind of guy.
This situation seemed entirely different.
"Sammy?" The sound of Laura's voice shook me from my thoughts. She had taken her glasses off and was staring at me looking concerned. "Everything alright?" she asked.
"Uh...yeah. Sure," I stammered, setting my beer down beside the chair she was lying on and kneeling on the ground.
"You know if it makes you too uncomfortable, I could do it myself," she said.
Still sort of in a stupor about her request, I realized a few moments later that she was talking about the bottle of lotion I was holding.
I could do it myself. Really, Sam? Really?
I managed to pull my shit together, crack a grin and wave away what she'd suggested. "Nah, Mrs. M...er, Laura. It's all good. Do you want to roll over and I can do your back?"
That was me trying to play it extra safe, right? Realistically, that was the only place she couldn't reach. The only place she should need help with.
She didn't blink. She looked straight into my eyes and said, "Oh, I thought you could just do all of me."
Holy fuck.
This was going to be one hell of a summer if what I thought was happening was actually happening.
So, I popped open the top of the tube, squeezed a big white glob of sunscreen out onto the palm of my hand and shuffled up a little closer to the chair.
Laura had leaned back, put her dark glasses back on was now lying perfectly still on the chair.
My hand hovered over her body, not knowing where to start.
I wish that in moments like that, us guys could have the foresight to realize what's happening. We need a little light to go off somewhere that says "Hey bud. You are going to want to remember every last detail of this for the rest of your life so before you start, why don't you hit record?"
That never seems to happen, though. Our cocks just kind of take over and we get busy trying to get inside and details are lost.
That's what happened here. I remember wondering if I should start on her stomach. Then I thought that was probably too intimate and I thought that her legs would probably be a good place. I rubbed my hands together, getting the lotion nice and warm, then pressed a palm up against her lean calf and started to rub.
It was like rubbing oil onto a bird before sticking it in the oven. And this was some bird.
With each rub I let my hands drift further and further up her legs and the further I got, the harder my dick got between my legs. When I finally touched the lowest part of her thighs, I thought I was going to blow my wad right there by the pool.
I took a deep breath, lifted my hands and reached down to get a little more sunscreen from the bottle.
This made Laura look at me and smile. "Here," she said quietly, "let me give you some more space."
I looked down just as she began to spread her legs in front of me. Those two beautiful cream-colored thighs split apart as she "gave me a little more space" to administer the sunscreen on the insides of her thighs.
My cock went rock hard as my eyes crawled up her legs to the sacred space between them where heaven began. I swallowed hard again.
The tiny triangle of fabric that barely covered the top of her pussy, covered even less of the slit between her legs. The rippled lips of her pussy crawled along either side of it, hinting at the dark flesh cave beyond.
I was completely paralyzed. There was nothing, literally nothing I could do to keep myself from staring at her beckoning snatch.
"Sammy?" Her voice floated up on a whisper of wind.
"Huh?" I said, my jaw hanging open. I might as well have had a thick strand of drool dripping from the edge of my mouth.
"Are you going to finish what you started?" she asked.
So, probably any ordinary guy at this point would have just thrown the sunscreen away, peeled her panties to one side and dove in, right? But you have to understand, this was my parent's neighbor. I'd known her forever. I knew her husband. If I did the wrong thing here it could end up being the most embarrassing moment of my life.
So instead of doing what every other ordinary guy would do, I put the sunscreen down, excused myself and raced into the house.
I ran into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, yanked out my cock and started to rub. When I closed my eyes, visions of Mrs. Masters lying spread eagle on the deck chair came immediately floating into my mind.
I saw that slightly stretched pussy, drooling creamy white, gaping slightly open and inviting me inside. I saw her smiling at me as I rutted into her, felt the way she'd drag her fingernails along my back as my ass squeezed and my cock flexed inside her. I felt the way her pussy would squeeze around me as I started to come.
Before I knew it I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, blowing my wad into the sink again. I bit my lip to keep from groaning too loudly as I came but I still managed a little grunt.
After I'd finished I stood there, cock in hand, catching my breath and wondering what all the fuss had been about. Now that I'd come, things didn't seem nearly as confusing. I did my best to wipe up the spunk off the sink with toilet paper, flushed it down the toilet and took a deep breath before opening the door.
Laura was standing on the other side. Frowning.
"Everything all right?" she asked, glancing down at my
crotch.
"Everything's fine," I said, my voice coming out in an awkward croak.
"Hmm," she mused, still eyeing me with suspicion.
Had she heard? Did she know I'd just wacked off into her sink in her bathroom? Talk about embarrassing. Fuck.
"Have you ever dated anyone, Sammy?" she asked.
Really? What the fuck?
"Uh, yeah, sure," I replied.
Laura nodded, looked to one side, then the other, then back at me. "I haven't dated in a while. Things must have changed a lot, huh?"
I shook my head. "I'm not sure what you mean Mrs. M...Laura," I said.
"I just mean that I thought it was pretty obvious what I was doing back there. I guess guys need a little more...invitation than I'm used to these days."
I was stunned. "I...I beg your pardon."
She opened her mouth slightly and shook her head. She looked stunned. "I was trying to get a fuck out of you back there, stud," she said, tilting her head and looking me in the eye. "Don't worry. I'll try to be a little more obvious when you come back tomorrow. Okay?"
Laura Masters nodded, smiled, then spun around and walked towards the sliding glass door to the backyard. Setting one foot outside, she put her sunglasses on her nose, then turned and looked over them at me. "Ten tomorrow morning, kay? And don't be late."
Without another glance, she stepped through the door and slid it shut.
She was going to give me another chance.
Chapter 4
At nine fifty-eight the next morning I was standing on the Masters' front porch shuffling side to side and wondering if I should ring the doorbell or wait the extra two minutes to ten o'clock.
I'd spent the night alternating being achingly turned on and petrified at fucking things up the next day. I'd barely slept at all. Every time I was about to drift off the wavy lines of Laura Masters naked puss would spring to my mind and send adrenaline racing through me.
Moments later I would be stroking out an orgasm, hoping this would be the one that would finally put me to sleep.
When the door to the house opened, I had almost no hope of playing it cool. I was hard again, even though my cock was sore from all the masturbating I'd done the previous night.
She was wearing a light summer dress that ended just above the knees with no bra so that her hard nipples were sticking out again.
I swallowed at the sight of her and it felt like I was already completely under her spell.
She smiled, stepped aside and told me to come in. "I have some boxes in the basement that I need moved. Would that be alright?" she asked.
This time was a little different. There was nothing apologetic about the request. It was like she knew full well that I was going to say yes but decided to pay lip service to treating me like an equal by asking if that would be alright.
Of course I nodded and told her "no problem," then followed her down the stairs, my eyes glued to her gently swaying round ass. It was hypnotic.
The boxes were piled up in a corner in the basement. They must have been filled with old books because they had that musty paper smell.
Laura said they were going to a local good will store but would I mind piling them up by the stairs first.
I didn't mind and immediately set to work. I have to admit I was more than a little confused. I'd run through a lot of possibilities in my mind about what might happen when I showed up there that day. Laura with nothing on. Laura in a negligee. Laura holding champagne flutes, dressed in her bathrobe. The last thing I'd expected was to go over and actually be asked to do work.
I didn't really mind. It was what she'd initially asked me over for, after all. But I couldn't help but start being paranoid about whether I'd misunderstood something the day before.
I was positive that I'd heard her tell me that she wanted me to fuck her. I was positive I'd heard that. Had she changed her mind? Did she regret what she'd said? Had she gotten drunk off the beer and just blurted it out and now she wanted to take it back?
I was asking myself all this, starting to sweat and pant as I carried box after box of books across the room to the bottom of the stairs when I realized that Laura had sat down on a table and put one foot up next to her so that her legs were open.
I noticed it from the side and I didn't dare look at her as I walked back across to get another box. It was only when I was bending over to pick it up that I managed a glance and nearly fell over forward onto my face.
She wasn't wearing anything beneath that dress. Not a thong, not a g-string, nothing. Her beautiful, shapely pussy lips that seemed to purr were completely exposed bare to my hungry eyes.
I looked up. Our eyes locked. She bit her thumb and swayed her knee gently from side to side.
My cock started to harden and yet still I needed to be sure. Still I couldn't bring myself to just cross the floor and do what I knew she wanted done.
"Honey," she said quietly, "I'm not giving you a third chance if you fuck this one up."
I jumped up and stumbled across the room, tugging at the belt holding up my shorts. As I came up to the table she was sitting on I leaned in, closed my eyes, my lips moist and ready to feel her kiss and...
I felt her fingers press against my chest. I opened my eyes.
She was staring at me with one eye brow raised. "Sammy, I'm forty-seven. You're going to have do a little work before we do that."
The fleeting confusion quickly passed as I realized what she meant. Sinking onto my knees before her, I licked my lips and stared at the dark hole peering back at me.
Her pussy lips were even more beautiful this close and her smell filled my nostrils with a sharp bite. She didn't smell like flower soap or fruit shampoo. She smelled like a woman should. A little sour and a little ripe.
I reached out, stuck out two fingers and traced the rippled lines of her pussy lips.
She shifted on the table and I felt her hand on the back of my head.
"Here," she said, pulling my face closer to her pussy, "this'll go a lot faster if you use your mouth."
And before I knew it the sharp taste of her pussy filled every corner of my mouth as I started exploring her soft folds with my tongue.
Her grip on the back of my head relaxed and she moved her hand to the my cheek.
When I looked up it was to find her looking down at me with what seemed like affection.
She guided my mouth into the exact place she wanted it, then made sure my tongue was lapping at her engorged clit in just the right spot.
As soon as she'd positioned me I felt her body tense and heard her start to moan.
She reached around and grabbed a fistful of my hair. It hurt like hell but I was in heaven so I didn't give a fuck. Pulling at my hair she started using my face, rubbing her pussy against it as she tried to get off.
A few moments later I felt the first gush of her pussy juices come seeping out onto my tongue. They tasted bittersweet with more of a sharp bite. She had me so locked in between her thighs that I had no choice but to swallow. It was only when I felt like I was running out of air that I pushed away from her to catch my breath.
She gasped even as she let me go and looked down. "Oh honey don't stop!" she said in an urgent whisper. Then her mouth rounded out as she covered it with her hand and giggled. "Oh Sammy, you're a fucking mess!"
I realized what she meant when she reached down and ran a finger along my chin. I looked down to see it covered in a thick glop of her creamy white pussy goo.
She only let me look at it for a second before pushing it into my mouth.
I was so fucking turned on by this point that I thought nothing of slurping the mess off her finger. My cock felt like it was going to fall off, it was so hard. I dove back down between her thighs and started lashing at her stiff clit with my tongue, hoping I would get my turn once she got off.
She started moaning above me again, twisting a bit on the table and grinding her pussy against my mouth.
Even as my tongue started burning from exhaust
ion I kept licking her snatch, slapping her clit and hoping she would come with the next lick. When I finally felt her start to convulse I started licking harder, hoping to push her past the finish line even faster.
"Oh Sammy yes! Fuck!" she screamed as hot cream pulsed out of her and into my mouth. She was holding my hair with both fists now and she started rubbing my face against her snatch, just using it like I was her fuck toy.
It was a little demeaning but incredibly hot and I was so excited by the whole thing I didn't care anyways.
Laura rubbed out the last few shudders of her orgasm over me, then let go of my hair and started to pull me up by my shirt.
I stood up and looked into her satisfied eyes. Her hair was a little mussed but she seemed pleased by what had just happened. She reached out, unbuckled my belt and stuck her hand into my shorts. "Let's see what you've got," she said with a sly smile.
I'm not huge but I'm a reasonably sized guy with nothing to be ashamed of when I'm hard.
She pulled me out and flashed me what seemed to be a pretty contented smile. "Pretty big boy," she whispered with a wink. Without waiting, she pulled my cock closer, towards the slightly parted slick lips of her pussy.
My whole body shuddered as the head of my cock touched her hot snatch.
She noticed and looked up and smiled at me again. "Let me guess," she whispered, "you've been thinking about this for a long time?"
My jaw dropped open. She knew. She fucking knew, there was no doubt in my mind. She knew how hot she was. She knew I stared at her, she probably even knew I wacked off about her. And now she was making my fantasies come true and that was somehow turning her on. "Fuck yes," I whispered back.
She giggled and rolled her eyes, then spread her leg open a little more.
By this point I was so worked up I couldn't take it anymore. I put a hand on her thigh, split her open even more and without waiting to be invited, drove my rock-hard shaft into her sloppy cunt. It sank in with a wet slurp, then made a sucking sound as I pulled it back out.