Billy, the 18 year old recent high school graduate, was spending the end of the summer with his grandparents across the hall from me in the condo complex. He is headed off to the university in a few weeks. I have met Billy and we have all shared a few meals. Billy is a nice young man, very polite and helpful.
On this particular day, grandma and grandpa were away, shopping or something, and Billy decided he would surprise them by weeding the planting bed outside their ground floor screened porch. I had just finished my weekly condo cleaning and was relaxing with a book on my screened porch about 10 feet away. I couldn't see Billy because of a wall, but I could hear him softly singing to himself as he worked on his hands and knees.
At the time I didn't think anything of it, but just for the record, I was wearing a loose T-shirt and nothing else - as I usually did when I was home alone. Billy was wearing a pair of loose shorts and flip flops.
Oh, in case you are new to my stories, this was in the early 1980's and I am a 30 year old elementary school teacher, third grade. I am 5'8" tall, weigh 150 pounds, love sex, have natural, full, heavy, sensitive breasts and trim my love mound short.
Out of the blue, Billy jumps up and begins swatting at the wasps or hornets he disturbed. There must be hundreds and Billy is hurting. I opened my screen door and threw him the towel I had been sitting on. "Billy, brush them off and run into the hallway. They are not attracted to dark areas and that might help. I will let you in my front door."
Billy had gotten rid of all but two or three tangled in his hair, but he was covered with stings and welts were beginning to rise. I took care of the ones in his hair, gave him some antihistamine and began rubbing him down with some soothing cream. "Billy, the antihistamine will make you sleepy. Why don't you lay down on the sofa and I will keep putting on the lotion."
He had been stung under his shorts and he pulled them up on his leg to give me access. His eyes were closed and I don't think he realized that I could see his long, thin, circumcised penis as it lay flaccid on his thigh, but I did, and it looked nice.
As I applied the lotion to his chest, arms and legs, my breasts were swinging freely above him and I didn't think anything of it until I saw his penis begin to rise. I looked and he was watching, fixated on my breasts. I pushed his penis down with my hand and said, "This needs to rest also."
"Why don't you take a nap on my bed while all this stuff begins to work on your stings?"
After I had him settled in my bed and was headed toward the door, Billy said, "Why don't you lie with me for a few minutes until I fall asleep?"
I did; my hand on his leg, his hand on my arm. I fell asleep. While I was sleeping, my shirt worked its way up to my waist. I awoke several hours later to gentle fingers tracing my womanly charms. He was petting my pubes and gently touching the outer lips of my vagina. Just as I opened my eyes, he was beginning to suck on my clit. I opened my legs wider and gave him full access.
When I opened my legs he moved until he was on his knees between my legs and slid his hands up inside my shirt to my breasts while he explored my vagina with his mouth and tongue.
This boy seemed to know his way around a woman's body.
By the time he reached my breasts with his hands, my nipples had popped up like erasers and my areolas had crinkled. My vaginal lips were flowering and beginning to moisten with my natural fluids.
"Billy, do you know what you are doing?"
"I have wanted you since we first met last week. I want you so bad it hurts!"
"I will not have a one night stand. If we do this I need a commitment from you that we will make love at least once each day until you leave for school."
