My name is Marc, and I had just graduated high school without having ever done anything with a member of the opposite sex. And not for a lack of desire -- I was 100% straight and just as horny as the next 18-year old male, but more a victim of circumstance.
I had been kind of quiet and self-conscious in middle school, and thus had never really built any long-lasting relationships with anyone from the opposite sex. To try and maximize my potential and gain a leg up, my parents sent me to an all-boys high school. Shortly after I started there, I finally hit my stride while becoming extremely focused on both school and athletics. I played on a team that was competing for state championships while also living in an environment where the prestige of the college you went to seemed to determine your worth. Existing in this setting clearly required a lot of effort to meet anyone of the opposite gender, and I simply never exerted the necessary energy.
Thus I had never had any kind of serious girlfriend, or even really friends who were girls, despite the fact that I was about to graduate from high school. I was certainly looking forward to college and the co-ed environment, although I'm sure there would be some growing pains along the way. Things surely couldn't be as easy as the movies seemed to make it seem, where girls would simply through themselves at you the moment you stepped on campus.
However the impending reality of college was still about three months away, as I had just graduated from high school two days before. My immediate attention was on the next few months that I would get to spend with my hometown friends and the opportunity to relax. And maybe I would actually exert some more energy into finding a willing partner of the opposite sex; although it turns out that she would come looking for me.
Linda was a woman who had been a babysitter for my brothers and I when we had been younger, and whose role had really transitioned to more of that of a maid once we had reached the age where we could generally look after ourselves. She came over to our house three days per week to help with all of the various chores that needed to be done in a house with four children and two parents with very demanding jobs, and had become almost a mother-like figure in the years she bad been watching and caring for us boys.
Linda must have been around 50 years old at the time, and she was definitely better looking than the average woman her age. She was a petite woman -- slightly over 5 feet tall and probably not much over 100 pounds -- with curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and tight, tan skin. I had actually fantasized about her on a number of occasions. Since the day a couple years ago that I had walked in on her bent over in the laundry room in a skin-tight pair of jeans with her stunning ass staring me right in the face, I began to see her in a whole new light. She had become a regular in my spank-bank, in particular when I was in the mood for rubbing one out to the thought of a mature woman.
She also possessed a personality where she was happiest when pleasing others, especially when she was giving of herself to do so. She had given immensely to me and my brothers over the years, to the point that was almost an extended part of the family.
The day that my whole life changed started just as the previous day had -- with my brothers leaving for school, my parents leaving for work and with me home by myself. Since seniors finished school and graduated before all of the younger grades, my brothers still had several weeks left so I was home by myself. Having just finished high school two days before, I planned on doing a whole lot of nothing.
When I came downstairs from my upstairs bedroom for a leisurely breakfast in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, I noticed that my parents had left an envelope for Linda on the kitchen counter. I had almost forgot that Linda was scheduled to come over to the house that morning for the first time since and I had graduated.
After pouring myself some cereal, curiously got the best of me and I walked over to the envelope to take a look at its contents. I couldn't resist the urge to take a peek at what my parents were paying her to do housework three days per week while also serving as eye-candy for me.
As I approached the envelope, I saw that "Linda -- payment + bonus" was written in black marker across the front. Unsure what the bonus could be for, I picked it up to take a look inside.
All-of-a-sudden, the side door opened and I heard someone stepping inside. Dropping the envelope like a hot potato, I hurriedly crept back towards the kitchen table.
"Hi Marc, are you here?" I heard Linda's voice call out from the mudroom.
"Oh, ah, yes Linda. Just got some breakfast...heading up to take a shower now. I'll see you in a few minutes," I blurted out as I scampered back upstairs.
"Okay, let me know when you're done. I have a surprise for you!" she replied.
'Ooohhh, a surprise!' I thought to myself as I stepped into the shower. "Could it be money? A trip? A gift of some sort?" my mind pondered as the refreshing water cleansed by body from the summer's heat.
However, my mind soon wandered to other things as I dried myself off and threw on a t-shirt and khaki shorts before heading back downstairs. Not eager to do much of anything, I found my way to the family room where I lazily plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
After I had watched a few SportsCenter highlights, Linda must have figured that I was done with my shower, as I heard her tiny footsteps coming my way. When she entered the room, the television was the last thing on my mind. She usually looked nice and there were certainly a few times that I had been caught staring, but today was special. She was wearing a tight black skirt with a hemline above the knee that showed off both her slender legs and her shapely ass coupled with a pink blouse with the top two buttons undone which caused my eyes to wander straight down from her face to the top of her exposed cleavage. She had clearly done her hair and makeup, and couldn't have looked better if she tried.
While she typically looked nice, there was clearly something sexual about her appearance today. Before my jaw had the chance to hit the floor, she energetically burst out, "You graduated! Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"
"Oh, ah, yeah, yeah, thank you," I blurted back, unsuccessfully trying to focus on anything than her beautiful breasts that were visibly pressing against the soft fabric of her top.
Walking right over to me, she kissed me on the forehead before sitting next to me on the couch. As she leaned over to do so, all I could stare at was the top of her gorgeous, tan breasts. I knew it was wrong to think about someone who had helped raise me in such a carnal way, but I couldn't stop the sexual thoughts from flooding my mind. All I could think about was how good it would feel to massage her perfectly-sized boobs and her tight butt cheeks, to taste every inch of her body, and then enter her proceed to plow away while she screamed underneath me until I erupted inside of her.
