Many years ago, I was an organizer and coach for a neighborhood youth soccer club.
One day I received a telephone call from one of the mothers of a young boy on one of the teams. She told me that she was divorced and having a problem with her ex-husband concerning child support, mainly the registration fees for the boy to play. She asked if I would be willing to write a letter saying that her son was an essential member and asset of the team. I told her that I would be pleased to do it and arranged to drop it off at her apartment later that day.
Things got very busy for me, so it was much later when I knocked on her door to deliver the requested letter. We introduced each other and I learned that her name was Katie. It was obvious that Katie had company, namely her mother and sister, who had popped by unexpectedly. What she said next took me a little by surprise as she told me how really grateful she was for the letter and that she hoped that she could show her gratitude, but unfortunately she had guests at that moment. I have to admit that I was very slow to catch on to her meaning, because I told her that I was happy to write the letter for her.
"No," she said, and then emphasized, "I REALLY want to thank you."
It was then that I came to my senses and realized what she was saying. So I quickly told her that I could come back in about an hour, if that would be acceptable, to which she nodded enthusiastically. I have to admit that I was more than anxious to find out what form her gratitude would be, so the next hour was almost interminable!
When I returned, she invited me into the apartment and once again thanked me for writing the letter. She was wearing a short one-piece terry cloth jump suit. Katie stood about 5 ' 4" tall with brunette hair and what looked to be B cup breasts. Her figure was beautifully proportioned for her height. Then she came to me and kissed me. Not a small, 'thank you' type kiss, but a more passionate kiss with her tongue pushing its way past my lips into my mouth. Her tongue was soft and felt very erotic as it twirled its way against mine. In no time at all the kiss became very hot and fervent. My arms enfolded her, and I hugged her to me, before allowing my hands to roam across her body, feeling her firm breasts beneath the terry cloth. I felt her nipples harden as my fingers caressed them. The zipper was calling out to be drawn down to allow me access to the alluring flesh underneath, and I did so slowly, exposing her naked breasts to my eager hands and fingers. Her dark pink nipples felt like small pencil erasers.
I pushed the now widely opened jumpsuit back off her shoulders and let it drop to her feet. She stood naked in front of me, unabashedly displaying her nude form and neatly trimmed pussy to me. I took her in my arms and kissed her again. Her hands moved down my body and she loosened my belt, undid the button on my trousers and slowly lowered the zip. Katie pushed my trousers and briefs off my hips, and they fell to the ground, and I stepped out of them.