BYE BYE VIRGINITY.
It had been eight weeks since Kyle had celebrated his eighteenth birthday and so it was eight weeks since he had promised himself that now was the time to get rid of his unwanted virginity. But in those eight weeks he had not made any progress in that direction other than managing to get a quick grope of a girl's breasts at his birthday party. That in itself had made him feel quite grown up, but there seemed little prospect of him becoming what he thought of as a real man anytime soon. The problem was basically that he was a natural introvert who was painfully shy around girls and who had absolutely no idea anyway how to chat up a potential partner. It bothered him, especially as all the girls he knew had laughed at his coyness as one time or another and so put themselves out of bounds
But a couple of weeks ago a divorced woman and her very beautiful daughter had moved in next door and he immediately began lusting after the daughter. This, he decided to himself, was his chance, a girl who knew nothing of his character and so she would be the one to whom he would surrender his virginity, although how he was going to do that he wasn't so certain.
As usual he did nothing and so nothing happened - until on one particular day when he was wandering aimlessly around his backyard and he heard music coming from the yard next door. Creeping down beside the garage he peeped around the corner of the building, hoping to find the daughter alone in her yard and praying that somehow he could strike up a conversation with her. At least perhaps he could find out her name, because dreaming of a nameless girl was annoying to say the least. The first thing he saw as he peered round was the pair of gorgeously long and slender bare legs belonging to someone sunbathing on a lounger. He froze, the first thought that entered his teenage mind being was she naked? Legs as lovely as that could only belong to the daughter and he hoped vaguely that he would see her naked. It didn't help, for he had no idea what to do if she was, and so he stood just out of sight wondering what to do next. Embarrassingly his body knew exactly what to do and his cock rapidly expanded inside his pants in pointless anticipation, making him fumble awkwardly to straighten it out more comfortably. He peered a little further, suddenly disenchanted but strangely relieved to see the bottom half of a black bikini. He had hoped - but then if she was sunbathing nude he certainly wouldn't have gained enough nerve to talk to her and he knew it. As it was he having difficulty summoning up the courage.
'Hello?' A soft melodious voice came from above the visible bikini part.
He pulled back quickly without answering, his heart hammering.
'I know someone's there, I heard you coming down the path. So at least say hello.'
'Hello.' He answered this time, almost stammering with nervousness.
'Hello.' She repeated. 'Are you going to show yourself?'
Eyes lowered he forced himself to walk slowly around the end of the garage and stand by the picket fence that separated the two properties, hoping his erection wasn't visible and almost certain that he'd blown his chances with his timidity. He raised his eyes to look at the girl.
But it wasn't the girl of his dreams -- instead the person relaxing on the sun lounger was her mother. His hopes were dashed, but he felt as much thankful as disappointed. Now he wouldn't have to try a corny chat-up line and at least he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of his hoped-for sweetheart. Maybe he could find out a bit about her from her mother. One thing he had already found out, if she took after her mother the daughter must look absolutely stunning in a bikini, for the older woman was undeniably attractive, even to his young eyes. His erection refused to lie down.
Some disappointment must have shown though, because the woman smiled. 'Were you expecting Millie?'
Millie, that must be her name. Millie. He savoured it. 'I didn't know who.' At least he managed not to stammer.
'She's gone to stay with her father for a few days, so you'll have to make do with me.' There was a playful smile on her lips as she said this.
'Oh,'
She laughed a tinkling little laugh of genuine pleasure. 'I'm Lori, what's your name?'
'Kyle.' He told her almost inaudibly. 'My name's Kyle.'
'Would you like to chat? Perhaps tell me a little about yourself?'
Perhaps that might be a good way of finding out about Millie. 'If you like.'
She frowned and shook her head. 'Then come over here, I can hardly hear you.' She indicated the ground alongside herself.
He hesitated, unused to talking to mature women in bikinis and definitely unused to the attraction he felt.
'Come on, don't be shy.' She held out a hand towards him. 'I've been looking for a chance to get to know you.'
He didn't believe that for one minute, but in some way it gave him confidence and he swung a leg over the picket fence that separated the two yards. His erection shifted inside his pants and he felt himself blush, wanting to turn back and avoid the embarrassment of being caught with a hard on. But he was committed, he had to carry on and so he clambered over the fence, briefly turning his back so that he could swiftly adjust his cock. He turned back to face her, his back against the fence.
'That's better, but come a bit closer.'
He walked across until he stood beside her, suddenly mortified when he realised that her head was nearly level with his disobedient cock. He quickly thrust his hands into his pockets to hide his embarrassment. It didn't help that his eyes seemed to be wandering up and down her body of their own accord, so that he was staring first at the two mounds that were her partly covered and beautiful breasts, and then her other mound, the tantalizing pussy mound that showed beneath the material of her bikini. He felt another blush flood across his face and he forced himself to look her in the eyes. This was a mature woman for God's sake, and a mature woman with a knowing little smile on her face.
'It's all right.' She told him. 'I don't mind you looking. If I did, then I wouldn't be dressed like this, would I?'
Oh God, she'd seen his eyes looking her over. 'I suppose not.' He agreed.
'How old are you, Kyle?' She asked, her voice betraying a more than usual interest.
'Eighteen.' He replied softly.
'A man then?' She chuckled gently, her eyes alighting on the bulge behind his zip. 'No, don't answer that, I can see you are.'
'Sorry.'
'Don't be.' She told him, looking more serious this time. 'It's nice to know I can still appeal to a younger man.'
As she spoke her hand came out and laid her fingers across his bulging fly, gently rubbing his cock. He jumped back, shocked by her action. But he was thrilled too, because no female, girl or woman, had ever shown much interest in him in that way, and to be touched like that by such a beautiful woman was out of this world.
'No, don't back away.' She made a beckoning motion with her fingers and he found himself automatically obeying.
This time she didn't stroke across his cock but along its length, with a pair of fingers running up and down each side, pressing harder as if to better feel it through his jeans. He took his hands out from his pockets and then, wondering what to do with them, he crossed his arms just to keep them out of the way, unknowingly looking for all the world like a petulant adolescent.
Lori laughed. 'You're not going to stamp your feet as well, are you?'
The reference was lost on him in his present nervous state.
'Never mind.' She told him, still smiling. 'Just relax; I'm not going to hurt you.'
He didn't think she was, but that didn't stop him feeling scared to death. He simply stood there, feeling her slender fingers stroke along the shape of his shaft, unsure how to respond and wondering if she was going to do anything else. He soon found the answer to that, his zip buzzed downwards and cool fingers were fishing inside his fly until they found his hot hard cock and wriggled it free to stand proud in the sunlight. He could feel himself shaking, but whether it was from fear, excitement or anticipation he wasn't certain. Maybe -- probably - all three.
He stood there, watching her running her fingers gently up and down his shaft, feeling the coolness on his hot skin and the gentle firmness of her grip. She smiled up at him.
'Nice?' She asked.