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.
I spread her pussy lips wide and stuck my tongue as far as it would go down her 'tunnel of love.' While massaging her outer lips, I then took her clit between my lips and sucked on it, while flicking the tip of my touch over it. Then I stuck first one then two, then three fingers in her box while I continued to shower her clit with affection.
Soon Denise was breathing hard and whimpering, "Yes, Phil, oh yes, you can do this! Eat that box, lick my pussy, mmm . . . "
I guess I was doing a good job, because in just a few minutes she shook and convulsed as an orgasm immersed her. She fell onto the bed with a big smile on her face. How long had it been, I wondered, since she's had such a release? Don't adults have sex any more?
"May I return the favor?" she asked when she composed herself again. Without waiting for an answer, she rubbed my erect cock through my shorts. Then, pulling it out, she began to suck it good, apparently enjoying every minute of it.
I didn't give her all of my cock at first, feeding her just a little bit at a time, teasing her to make her hotter. It was working. She kept on trying to suck more and more of it, holding my ass and pulling my cock into her mouth.
