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I have always had this thing with older women. It’s not that they turn me on, they just seem to like me a lot. I have to admit that I really dug the fact these women thought of me in a way that they didn’t about their own husbands. To them, I was something they just wanted to use for a good time, and that was good enough for me.
I had just turned eighteen when I had my first experience with an older women. She was the mother of three young kids, and married to this skinny little guy that was an accountant or something. I used to love to watch her from my window doing her yard work in tight shorts and a t-shirt that was too small for her big tits. I thing I must have jacked off over that image a hundred times over that summer. The thought of her sucking my dick, or being bent over with me in her ass just made me so fucking hot.
It was the first day of school when I finally got to talk to Miss Reed. She was wearing a tight wife beater with no bra and the chill in the air was just enough to make her nipples razor sharp. I was on my way down to the store to get some Pepsi when I passed on her way back from dropping her kids of at the bus stop. I admit that I stared at her monster tits when I walked by, and after I though I waited long enough, I turned around to sneak a peak at her ass. BUSTED!
She was standing the waiting for me to turn around with a big grin on her ace. I couldn’t believe it, and as the color of my face turned three shades darker she said , “You really shouldn’t stare at people, it is rude.” There was a melody in her voice that I just fell in love with at that moment. I knew for sure that would have fantasies about her the rest of my life. “The very least you could do is say, “hello Miss Reed, how are you?” That isn't much for a lady to ask from a guy that has been staring at her all summer is it?”
I just stood there and stared right at her tits drinking in her perfection when I realized that she expected me to answer her in some way. Without taking my eyes of her tits I said “ummmmmm” That’s right, I was speechless. I couldn’t think of a word to say then just “ummmmmm” I was such an idiot.
“Well, whenever you want to chat with me, and treat me like a lady instead of staring at me like a drooling fool, you can just stop at my place. I’ll make lemonade.” She walked away without a look behind her. I stared as her perfectly shaped ass swayed in her tight little stretch pants till she walked behind the hedges at her house.
For the rest of the day, I sat alone in my room with my hand wrapped around my dick, praying to gods of fuck for just a minute in her. I knew that was all the time I needed. That night when I heard the door slam shut from across the street I looked out the window to see Miss Reed throwing shoes at her husband as he tried to protect his head from the onslaught of his awesome wife. “You mother fucker! She’s only 18, get out of here! I hate you, you fucking bastard!” That was basically what she said as he tried to get into his car without getting whacked by what his wife was throwing.
The next few days, I didn’t see her except when she went to the bus stop to drop her kids or pick them up. Her hair was messy, and she even seemed to be wearing loose cloths instead of the tight things she normally wore. I still thought she was the most perfect women I ever saw, and I just wished deep down that one day I would get up and see her like her normal self. I have to admit, she was the reason I stayed home instead of getting a job. My parents didn’t care, and why work when you can hang out and look at something that perfect everyday.
It was a Monday night when I saw her next. She was getting out of her car and going into her when I passed by on my way home. I was a little drunk, and feeling pretty good when I said’ “Hi Miss Reed, how are you.”
She turned and looked at me with a nasty angry look on her face and said’ “Why the hell do you care?” she never missed a step as she got to her door and let herself in. I actually walked all the way to my door before I decide what I was going to do next. I knew I was too young for her, and I also knew that she wasn’t in any mood for company, but still she said if I was willing to treat her like a lady and chat with her like an adult that I was more than welcome to come over. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the flowers out of my moms vase and walked over to her front door. I stood there for moment before I rang the doorbell. I put the flowers behind my back and waited.
When she answered the door, she looked like she had downed a lot of booze in short time it took me to go home and get the flowers. She had taken off her jeans and was standing in front of me with a tee that strained to hold her perfect tits and left her tummy bare and a pair of white cotton panties. I swear to god, that I just wanted to say “thank you lord!!!!” I was fully ready to be cussed at and told to hit the bricks, but she said instead. “Oh God, it’s mister peeping tom.” with a laugh, she opened the door and walked back into the house out of sight. The door hung open to the street, and after a second I walked in and close the door.
Walking into her house was like entering a shrine. There were pictures of her and her kids everywhere. I felt really weird about it as I walked into the living room where she sat on her couch with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. Still, I had decided that I was going to try to talk to her. It was way too late for me to chicken out by then. “Miss Reed? I brought you some flowers.” I held them out in front of me and smiled hoping that she would be civil with me.
“I guess you want me to making fucking lemonade now.” she slurred as she reached up and snatched them out of my hand throwing them into the empty fireplace in one movement. “I’m not making lemonade, and I don’t feel like talking.”
“I guess I’ll leave then,” I said and stood there for and answer finally getting a great look at her legs and thighs. I really can’t say enough about how hot she was. Smoking hot would be more accurate. As I turned to leave I could feel her eyes on me.
“You want a drink?”
I turned around and saw the bottle in her ouch stretched hand, “No thanks, I am not much on the hard stuff.”
“What are you, some kind of pussy?”
“No, it’s just that I....” I really didn’t know how to explain what I had to say. “....well to be honest, every time I drink whiskey I get horny as hell. The last time I did I fucked some fat girl at a party and I haven’t heard the end of it since.” There I said it. “I don’t see anyone here that will have me, so I think I’ll pass. I’m tired of jacking off in my bed.”
