Ryan's Tale
"Tell me again about Mrs. Robinson."
Lindsey, my wife of 4 years, was asking. Naked and lying sideways to me, just barely out of reach without me contorting my body to reach her, she had my cock in hand and was about to caresses it with her lips and tongue.
At 4 years of marriage, having been together for 6, it was quite a familiar playtime scenario, me telling her all about my previous loves and affairs. Right from the beginning, when we started dating, she would ask me about previous girlfriends and wanted to know
everything
about what we'd ever done. Who had given me a blow job? Whose pussy was the first that I ever tongued? Did we do it on the floor, on the kitchen table, in the front or back of my car, on the beach? Was anyone else ever there, did anyone ever watch us, did we ever watch anyone else? Always, the more I told about my previous sexual experiences, the more she got aroused and the better was our sex.
Go figure.
"You wanting me to kiss and tell some more, eh?" I laughed.
"You know I do."
"Especially my first?" I said, followed by an "uhmmm" as she ran her tongue up the shaft and slipped the head of my cock between her lips.
"Oh God, that feels good," I crooned to her caress. "What do you want to hear?" I teased, knowing full well that she wanted to hear everything about my affair with Mrs. Robinson and how she changed me from a virgin to a lover.
"From the beginning," she whispered, which essentially left where to start the tale up to me. I didn't have any problem coming up with a starting point.
*
"I'd been working for Mrs. Robinson off and on for almost a year. She was a friend of my mom's, although quite a bit older. I don't know how old she was, perhaps 55? Maybe 60? But she'd taken good care of herself. She had nice tits for what I though was an old lady. Of course, back when you're a teenager, anything over 25 is an old lady. Her husband used to do all the maintenance but he died a year or so before, so I'd begun to mow her lawn once a week, clean her pool and check then check the pool chemicals twice a week. She'd always say that I could go swimming if I wanted, but I never wanted to in my school or work clothes and it just didn't seem right to be using her pool either. Usually I'd check the pool on Tuesdays after school and then on Saturday mornings I'd mow the lawn. I would seldom even see her except to start with, when she'd step out and say hello, and then, after I was done, I'd knock on the door and she'd pay me.
And then one weekend when our family was going to do something out of town, I told her I'd stop by earlier on Friday afternoon.
*
"Oh my God, babe," I interrupted myself, "not too fast or I'm going to cum."
Pulling me out of her mouth Lindsey returned to running her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. 'Not until you tell me how you did her," she giggled, easing off on her caressing of my cock.
"Let me touch you," I said, reaching again for her naked bottom. Lindsey shifted her legs toward my head, her upper leg raising as my hand found her pussy. I slipped a finger in her vagina. "Oh, baby, you're so wet."
"Ummm," she cooed, "tell me."
*
"When I showed up," I resumed, "she wasn't home. Later she told me she'd completely forgotten I was coming. I normally liked to work early in the morning before it got too hot, but late in the afternoon on a Friday, it was sweltering. I mowed the lawn, and finished the pool, and since she wasn't home, decided to cool off with a quick swim. She'd always said I was perfectly welcome to take a swim, so I just did. I shucked my clothes, and dove in, naked. Back then, just getting naked outdoors was enough to give me a boner, so I was hard even though I was alone.
"I swam the length and back, did it again, and then was walking up the steps to get out, when I heard the sliding door to her bedroom open. I looked up, and Mrs. Robinson was stepping out. She had a silky robe on and was carrying two towels. I was totally startled and immediately dropped back down into the water to hide my nakedness and especially hide my boner, afraid that she'd chastise me for being naked at the very least, and wondering how I was going to explain this away, but I needn't have worried.
"No need to get out, I was just coming to join you," she said. "I brought you a towel, I figured you didn't have one." She stepped over and set the towels on the table next to her lounge chair, and then took her robe off and she was as naked as I was.
"Unlike me, she obviously wasn't bashful or ashamed of being naked. I'd noticed before that she had a pleasant tan, which I sort of expected with her having a pool, but now seeing parts of her body that I'd never seen before, for the first time I recognized that it was an all-over tan. I hadn't known it, but she regularly swam and sunned naked.
"I thought you were gone," I started to apologize, "and it was so hot..."
"That's ok, I've told you before you were free to go swimming whenever you wanted..."
"I would have before, but I've never had a swimsuit with me..." she stepped down the stairs into the pool, making no effort to hide herself from me.
"Obviously. But isn't that the point of having a private pool in your backyard, so that you don't have to wear a suit?" She swam out away from the steps, and then stopped, neck deep. "It's OK, Ryan, you don't need to be embarrassed. My husband and I never wore swimsuits unless we had visitors, and then we did what they were comfortable with. I figured if you were in naked, you wouldn't mind me joining you."
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Robinson..." I started again.
"Please Ryan, I'm Alice. If we're going to be naked together, you can at least dispose of the Mrs. Robinson."
"We floated in the pool and chatted just as if we'd been wearing swimsuits. Eventually I said I'd better get going, and she said she'd better go get me some money, and headed for the stairs. I was still embarrassed by my hard-on and kind of lagged behind, but she said, 'here's your towel', and held it out for me, obviously expecting me to follow her up onto the patio. "It's OK, Ryan," she said, pointedly holding the towel toward me, "I've seen an erection before, you don't need to be embarrassed." It didn't matter what she said, I still was a more than a bit embarrassed, but since she'd called me on it, there was nothing to hold me back, so I stood up and walked toward her. I took the towel and began to dry off, holding it in front of me as much as possible, when she giggled. "The only question I've got, is that for me, or was the wind blowing?"
"What?" I didn't understand her question.
