Fuck! How could I possibly get through the entire summer without finding a penis to play with?
That silent question worried me as I preened naked in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom preparing to go to church with my mother. I had just reached the age of consent to any and all sexual adventures and I was stuck in this super boring hick town until this fall when I would leave for college where I intended to become very popular with the men on campus while remaining a virgin.
Last summer I had found some books and magazines; one which fascinated me. It was about a co-ed that sucked cocks for fun and profit. I had read, studied and imagined being just like Roxi; the best cock-sucker each and every man I seduced (or let seduce me) had ever met. I was so ready. Well, I was prepared mentally and spiritually but I had no physical experience, save for my own self-satisfying experiments and indulgences that had become daily habits.
Little did I realize that today; just a week after my 18th birthday and two days after my high school graduation my prospects for the summer were about to change dramatically.
At our after-services summertime monthly church barbeque I had an embarrassing yet completely unexpected exciting naughty experience. Mr. Cooper, the owner of the second-hand store squeezed in on the right end of the bench next to me at one of the picnic tables when there were other less crowed tables available, I assumed he wanted to talk with someone at the table. His presence interrupted my daydreaming about Princess Charming as I always did at church to shut out the babble of the believers.
He was a gentle, bald, bearded hippy, at least forty years old so when he pressed on my hips with his to scoot me over I thought nothing of it. He was a church deacon and knew my mother and father well. He was always flirting with my mother; but then he flirted with all the ladies. He was a dapper ladies' man. When his hidden left hand under the table rested on my thigh I thought it had to be an unconscious accident. He immediately engaged several of the adults at the table in general good-natured conversation.
The weight and the warmth of his hand felt good. When he squeezed my thigh I realized that it wasn't an unconscious mistake; he knew what he was doing. I knew I should brush his hand away, but I didn't. It felt too good! I felt all tingly, and was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. I asked myself, "What would Roxi do?"
My lack of negative response must have implied that I welcomed his trespass, which I did - sort of. He began to rock my leg gently and slide his hand up my thigh under my summer dress. I could have stopped him a thousand different ways, yet it felt so exciting to be secretly seized and possessed by this adult male.
I let his palm rest on my pantie-covered mound and I felt his thumb separate my vulva and several of his fingers begin to tap on my button which alerted all my nerve endings especially those surrounding my womanhood. I spread my legs to assist him knowing that this was so wrong, so very wrong.
Just ten feet away my mother and Aunt Georgia, on a rare visit to our church with Mom sat at the next table facing me. Aunt Georgia nudged my mother and they both seemed to be looking under the table where I sat. Color rushed to my face as I suspected they could see what Mr. Cooper was doing to me, but I quickly rationalized that the two small children across from me blocked their view of his assault.
Surely if they could see they would have come to my rescue, and since they remained calm I assumed that I could tolerate whatever Mr. Cooper was doing because it was quite nice even though it was so very wicked.
For the next ten minutes my conscious world was in slow motion and my subconscious being was whirling out of control. I felt my vulva swell and open in invitation. He worked his fingers inside my panties, each digit applying a solitary pressure in turn from the bottom to the top of my slit and return as if he were practicing the scales on a musical instrument.
He twisted his hand; the outer edges brushing against my open thighs and a long lone finger entered my juicy sanctuary and curled up to compel the inner base of my outer nub to celebrate as his thumb swirled around my clit.
My pussy began contracting and expanding under his heated wet palm. Keeping my upper torso as still as possible I began to roll my hips forward and back to accelerate the sexual trauma racing through my body. What was wrong with me? Inexplicably, I was letting an adult trespasser breach my innocence.
Mr. Cooper's experienced hand; his finger, thumb and palm had me on the brink. I could smell myself. When he inserted a second finger inside me the combination of his efforts made me imagine what his cock would feel like thrusting up inside me. Surely, my own fingers, small bottles and vegetables that preceded his digital invasion had prepared me for such an event.
In an erotic daze I reached over and palmed his thigh my fingers searching for his manhood. I was promptly gratified by finding his hot sausage-like member stretched out against his leg which was much larger than the hot dog on my plate. I couldn't rationalize my scandalous behavior.
I had no control, yet in a moment of clarity and after a not-so subtle fingertip squeeze I released my fingers, slid my palm up and down his thigh as a sign of interest and returned my hand above the table.
I had yet to look directly at Mr. Cooper. With a sudden inspiration I removed the grilled facsimile of my most favorite male appendage, placed it deep in my mouth, turned to him and winked then slid it in and out of my puckered lips in what I thought was an obvious suggestion.
Lost in my own performance I had ignored his continuous exploration of my inner sanctum. He had me! He had me right there; beyond the brink. I couldn't hold back the instantaneous flow and explosion. I squeezed my legs together, nearly fainted, and dropped my head and began coughing as if choking on my food to cover my convulsions.
Everyone expressed concern and wily old Mr. Cooper's accomplished hand disengaged quickly and apparent to all around embraced my torso while exploring my heaving breasts with one clutching and exploring hand while pummeling my back with the other as if aiding me in my crisis.
The old coot was pinching one of my nipples right there in front of everyone. When I regained my breath Mr. Cooper was commended for his quick thinking by all those at the table and even passers-by who stopped to watch my rescue. I didn't know if I should be grateful or enraged.
Mom and Aunt Georgia stood behind the other side of the table apparently relieved that I was alright. Did Mom have a faint smirk added to her smile? Why did Aunt Georgia wink at me?
I made a self-conscious apology to everyone and no one in particular and left the table. Dumping my paper plate in the trash bin I made my way to the restroom down in the basement of the church. I needed to check the damage in my panties.
