It was the summer after my junior year of college, when I was about to turn twenty-one. I was a fit, strong young lad, full of hope and promise, but a bit on the naive side when it came to love and girls. Older women were totally off my radar. But though I didn't know it that was all about to change.
Denise was a thirty-six-year-old woman who lived across the street from us. I had known her all the time I was growing up, but had never thought of her as anything other than a friendly neighbor and a mother. How unaware of things we are when we're young. Actually, she was a very attractive woman, full figured, with flaming red hair, big shapely calves and a huge set of tits. Her husband, Cal, was a pharmaceutical salesman and, as far as I remember, a nice guy.
I had just come home for summer vacation and was feeling relaxed and great, with final exams over and the start of my summer job still a week away. Strolling down the street, greeting friends and neighbors I hadn't seen for a while, I stopped to talk to Denise, noticing for maybe the first time how sexy she was. How had I missed it?
Our conversation was pretty general at first. We talked about my college courses, and about how our families were doing. Then she told me that, as a hobby, she was making chocolate boxes. Naturally, I thought she meant boxes of chocolate. So when she asked me it I'd like to come inside and see some, I agreed politely, but without much interest.
Once inside, she took me upstairs to her bedroom, where I had never been before. Still, I suspected nothing. She went to the closet, took out a cardboard box and opened it.
Suddenly I was staring at a chocolate vagina, complete with pink chocolate pussy lips, and anatomically correct in every detail!
"Wow!" I said, "When you said chocolate boxes, I didn't know you meant - you know-boxes! It does look tasty, though. What, may I ask, did you model it after?"
Without hesitation, Denise lifted up the short pleated skirt she was wearing and revealed that she had no panties on. Lifting a leg onto the bed, she spread her legs and showed me her pussy! No chocolate, just real, warm, furry pussy. I looked up at her, still not quite understanding what was happening. But the smile on her face and her expression left little doubt what she had in mind. Young yes, but not stupid.
Now at that age, I didn't need a hell of a lot of prompting. I already had a hard-on the size of St. Louis. I got right down there and stuck my face between her legs. I sucked and licked that beautiful pussy as well as I knew how. It was always my favorite sexual act, and still is. So erotic. I can still remember how good it tasted.
