Readers, this is a fictitious story, written in the first person, based very loosely about someone I knew growing up.
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"Happy Birthday, Larry!" was the greeting when I got home from school and work on my 19th birthday. My parents, my older sister Pam, as well as a couple of cousins and two close friends of mine since high school were there to surprise me and enjoy some pizza, cake, and ice cream on that September day in 1979. The people that I probably cherished the most were all in that room. A good birthday, indeed.
Ours was a close family, although by many standards some people would say it was strange. Both parents grew up in nudist homes, in fact, they had known each other since they were young kids since their parents were friends.
My parents never participated in any social nudist activities, other than a nude beach on the Central California coast and a natural hot springs going up the canyon road about 20 miles from our home. They never belonged to any resorts or had a desire to do so.
At home, we were very casual with our nudity. That's not to say that we were naked 100 percent of the time, it's just that there was never any effort to cover up or look for privacy when we were undressed. We took showers with the doors open, we changed clothes with our bedroom doors open, and we never considered it strange. If Mom and Dad had their bedroom door shut, we knew what was going on and we also knew not to bother them. They were monogamous and the only privacy that they ever requested was when they'd make love. They also expected us to behave responsibly in our own sex lives as adults.
My sister, Pam, had just graduated from college and was engaged to be married the following April. Her fiancé, Beau, had already become a big part of our lives and bought in to our unique clothing-optional lifestyle.
Beau had also just finished college, in fact, that's where he and Pam met. He still lived with his parents, although he had spent many nights in Pam's room and I know Pam had spent many nights at his house. Still, I liked him. He treated my sister like a queen and as I stated, really fit in with our family.
I had been a good student and in fact, had earned a few partial scholarships to help me with books and tuition. My parents had sacrificed a lot, including both working extra jobs, to fund our way through college. We didn't live like kings, but we had a lot of love. We did have a 15 feet diameter x 4 feet deep Doughboy pool in our backyard that we enjoyed during the summer months. That was probably the biggest luxury we ever had. My parents surprised us one Christmas morning with that gift. Summer couldn't get here fast enough!
Up to that point, the extent of our skinny dipping was the hot springs and walking in the Pacific Ocean. Again, summer couldn't get here fast enough for Pam and I to enjoy our pool au natural! Dad had set up our back yard to guarantee complete privacy.
Once I got to college, I made some mistakes that I'm not too proud of. One of them, I still hate myself for doing.
A neighbor that lived three houses down from us, Evelyn Walker, often would have me come over and help her with odd jobs. I've always been kind of handy. Her husband, Jon, worked a lot in the banking industry and was probably lucky if he knew how to change a light bulb.
Evelyn was always friendly. At the time, she was 42 years old, and her only child had just left home two years ago to go to college on a football scholarship in North Dakota. I never interpreted her friendliness for anything other than just being neighborly and showing appreciation for my help. She would often slip 5 dollars in my hand for a job done, or sometimes 10 dollars, depending on the difficulty and time needed for the job.
She wanted to replace the faucets on her kitchen sink and asked me to come over on a Saturday to do that job for her. I knew it would probably be an easy job, maybe an hour at the most, so I readily agreed to it.
Evelyn was still a very attractive lady with long, dark hair that she often wore in a ponytail or sometimes she'd take the time to braid it. She was thin and not too large up top, although it seemed about proportionate for her overall build.
Yes, I had noticed her physical attributes, but never did I consider her to be available for anything else. She was married plus I kind of had a girlfriend, Heather, that I had just met in college. Heather had been my first sexual partner ever. I didn't seem to have much in common with her, but she did put out once a couple of weeks ago and I was hoping for a repeat soon. To be honest, she was never really my girlfriend, but at the time I didn't really see it that way. Sex = love to me at that age.
Although it was a typically overcast and cool December day, Evelyn was wearing a tight-fitting tank top with no bra underneath. She also had on very short pants which complimented the shape of her ass quite nicely. I had dressed appropriately with a long sleeve flannel shirt and blue jeans. I may have been a nudist at home, but away from home, I was a very conservative dresser, as was the rest of my family. Pam was a very sexy young lady in her day, but publicly she never made much of an effort to stay fashionable or to wear clothes that would accentuate her fine figure.
As I was putting my tools away, Evelyn went down her hallway. It was probably to just get me a little cash for my work. That's usually what it meant. Not this time.
She came out wearing a one-piece white, lacy teddy. I could see her dark nipples through the thin and flimsy material as well as her even darker bush through the material below.
"Tell me, Larry. Do you think I'm attractive? Be honest."
I had no clue what to say. I was shocked to see her dressed like this in front of me. Although I had seen plenty of naked female bodies in my life, her body did catch my attention. A perfect set of B cup tits that stood out proudly were easy to distinguish underneath her garment. The shape of her ass and dark pubic region were also difficult to ignore.
"What am I supposed to say, Evelyn?"
"Just be honest. Do you think I'm attractive and desirable?"
"Of course, you are. "I'm sure Jon must appreciate that."
Silence. I knew of nothing else to say and she seemed hesitant to say anything else. I was not comfortable at all with this. She's my mother's age, for God's sake.
Finally, she broke her silence.
"Larry, Jon doesn't seem to agree. I can't hardly get him to look at me when I dress like this. I can stand right in front of him completely naked and he seems more annoyed than pleased."
"I'm not sure what to say, Evelyn. I'm not sure why you're telling me this...or dressed like this in front of me. I like what I see, but I also know that you belong to Jon and telling an 18- year old kid these problems while half naked doesn't seem appropriate."
"Fuck appropriate, Larry. I don't give a shit about appropriate anymore. I'm only 42 years old and I still want to get laid. It hasn't happened in over 3 months. If Jon isn't going to do it, then someone else will. I like you a lot Larry. You're kind, attractive, and I don't care if you're well hung or not. Jon sure isn't, but I'm tired of waiting for him."
I knew from plenty of experience that I was probably average below, although slightly above average in girth. I had learned to accept my body, so it didn't really matter if a woman liked it or not. Heather seemed to enjoy it, in fact, she complimented me on its girth.
I just wanted to get out. My cock was getting hard and I didn't want to do something that I'd regret. I didn't know Jon that well, but I did know that he was her husband and what she was doing was wrong. Evelyn noticed a bulge in my jeans and reached over and grabbed me right there.
She had my shaft, covered by my jeans and underwear, in her right hand. I should have pulled away from her, but I enjoyed the feel of it. She unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper, and put her hand down inside of my underwear.
Despite everything I knew that I should do, all of my thinking was being done with the brain between my legs. She reached her lips towards mine and began to feverishly kiss me. There was no going back, now. She was an excellent kisser, and the passion in her lips and tongue as well as the work of her hand, had me rock hard.
"Are you a virgin. Larry?"
"No, ma'am."
"Cut out that ma'am shit. I have your thick cock in my hand, I'm half naked, and I practically pulled out your tonsils with my tongue. I think we can go back to a first name basis, don't you think?"
"Yeah," I agreed, laughing at myself for what now seemed so foolish. We had always been on a first name basis and suddenly I'm referring to her as "ma'am". I'm sure it was because of our age difference, but it was kind of foolish.
She immediately, with one motion, removed her teddy and revealed her full naked body to me. Again, thinking only with the brain encased inside of my genitals, I removed my pants and pulled my cock up against her belly as I resumed our kissing.
Evelyn was impatient. She took me by my hand and took me to her bedroom. She was on her back with her knees bent and legs apart. "Do me, now, Larry. Shove that dick of yours inside of me and then come on my titties. I want that hot juice of yours on my nipples!"
Being so young, I hadn't yet tried to master the art of delaying my pleasure, but this time it didn't matter. I pumped my cock in and out of her tight, wet, and hairy hole and when I was ready to explode, I pulled out of her and did as I was told, shooting several strong streams of cum onto each of her tits.
She laid back, staring at her ceiling. She was quiet for several seconds, yet looked so content.
"Thank you, Larry. The way you looked at my body today, the way you reacted to it, the way that you fucked me just now, it's everything I needed. Please, baby, come over again. I want to do this again...soon."
Once my cock had gone back to its normal size, I laid on the bed with her, wondering what had come over me. I had just helped her cheat on her husband, yet, I really enjoyed being with her. I wanted to do it again, even against my own moral objections.
