I was moving into my new house on Elm St. A single woman of 36. I was having a tough time wrestling the boxes from the moving van. I was facing into the truck, when I heard a voice. Do you need any help Ma'am?
To my pleasant surprise, I turned around to find a handsome young man about 18, standing in the foot of the truck. I smiled at him. "Yes, I stuttered, I could use some help, thank you." Your smile was so warm. Deep eyes, dark wavy hair. He said "hi, my name is Kyle, and I live just right across the street. You have my services as long as you need them." He extended his hand. I said, "Hi, I'm Renee.' And thank you very much for your help today. If there is anyway, I can repay you, please let me know." We shook hands.
We worked thru the afternoon, retrieving the boxes and furniture from the truck. At one point, you removed your shirt. I felt my insides tingle. Watching you unload the truck, I started wishing I was about 18 again. Together working in this small truck, we were constantly bumping each other and rubbing up against each other. Watching his body, was driving me crazy. I noticed him checking me out as well. I decided, I was going to tease this young one a little. I removed my t shirt and was only in my short shorts, and my bikini top. I noticed his eyes come to life, when he took a good view of my voluptuous 36D bosom. I glanced downwards a little, and knew he was excited. I know I was already.
Now with everything in the house. I wondered into the kitchen area. Kyle, followed me. A few days before, I had been at the house, had the table already up, and some cold drinks in the frig. I turned to Kyle, and said, "Oh my look at you, your sweating" as I brush a bead of sweat from his brow. I felt a little shutter as I lightly touched his brow.
He stuttered a bit, and said, "Yes Ma'am, I really worked up a sweat." I offered this young man a drink, we sat down at the table and chit chatted a bit. I saw his nervousness as we talked. His eyes all the time fixed on my breasts.
He mentioned to me he had a party to go to later that night. I told him my shower and bath had already been set up. "please, Kyle, why don't you shower here. I'm not going to worry with putting this stuff away now. " I saw the nervous sexual tension, in his eyes. And to my surprise, he accepted the offer of a cool shower.
I could hear the water running in the bath. This young man was driving me crazy. I had always had fantasies, about having a teenager. I often masturbated to the idea of going down on a virgin male teenager, but I never seemed to have the nerve to go do it. This time, was different. I decided it was now or never.