I became acquainted with 18 year old Erin when the wife and I joined her church. Erin and I sang in the choir together, she sat directly in front of me and her father next to me. It was not long before Erin and I were singing solos together.
Now, Erin's mother was a very large woman, so I guess Erin and her sister's large ass, think Jennifer Lopez, was hereditary. Her sister was heavy all over like her mother, but Erin's body was toned, solid and quite appealing and her ass only added to the mystique of the overall girl....... she was sexy as hell. She was 5'6", large breasted, big brown eyes and naturally blonde hair that she wore in a thick, wispy Pixie hairstyle that framed her face. I could sit and look at her all day long and never get bored. She was a truly lovely girl.
Waiting for choir practice and such to begin, that is usually exactly what I did, sit and look at her. She often had reason to walk up to the sound room or to the restroom, which was in the front of the church, my eyes always followed her. I always had the notion she knew I was watching her. Her body seemed to exaggerate movements and she would glance in my direction. Her youth was intoxicating. I always tried to hide my smile.
I became close with the family and I always found it odd how her mother would say Erin and I made such a nice couple, though I was 20 years married and 28 years separated our ages. One night at the Wednesday night Church potluck I asked Erin to accompany me out to the car as I had a new song for us I wanted her to listen to. Her mother chirped "you two behave yourselves". As I opened the door for Erin I smiled and said, "I should be so lucky". Erin smiled back.
Erin eventually got married to her high school sweetheart and immediately got pregnant. After the baby was born, she seemed to disappear. She was raising a family. I rarely saw her and her attendance at church had pretty much ceased. I often told her father to say hello to her for me and always asked him how she was doing.
The occasions that I did see her we always hugged and I received a kiss on the cheek. When time allowed, she usually poured her heart out to me if there were any problems, never spouse problems, mind you, just everyday type stuff.
Right behind the first baby, a boy, the twin girls were born. I didn't think I would ever sing with Erin again. I missed her in front of me in the choir as she held her songbook perfectly for me to read. She was, however, quite good at reading music and she learned Christmas and Easter music at home and would join us at the presentations which pleased me immensely.
It was close to eleven years before Erin started showing up again on a regular basis. Eventually, I offered a new song to her and she was quite happy to be singing again. Her father and mother were especially pleased that we were singing together again. Because it had been so many years, we were able to sing some of our older music.
One evening, I was home alone and the telephone rang. It was Erin.
"Alex, I'm in a real pickle!" She began. "I have to sing at a birthday party in 30 minutes and I thought I had the accompaniment track of a song we did last Sunday. I wanted to sing it tonight. Can you help me out?"
"I'll have it ready for you by the time you get here." I happily informed her.
Erin was there in 10 minutes and she looked really good with blue jeans on, a tight-fitting red sweater and moderate heeled shoes.
"You got a really nice set up here." She said, pertaining to my computer and sound equipment. "I wish I had a big screen computer. All we have is a laptop and it's not very private like yours."
I finished making the CD and even printed out the words for her. I saw her through the house to the door.
"I got the twins in the car. I hope they're not fighting." She joked.
"I wished you had more time. I've got some new songs I want you to hear.
"I thank you so much!" She exclaimed, giving me a peck on the cheek. "I'll come back soon. I want to check out those songs and your computer. Maybe you can teach me a little on the computer. "
"Promises, promises!" I teased. "You know I'm always here."
Five days later, I was quite surprised when Erin called, asking if I was busy and could she come by. She showed up at the door as promised around 10 o'clock in the morning. She wore her usual tight-fitting jeans, flats and a loose-fitting, V-neck black sweatshirt.
Now, I've always been cautious about being alone with the opposite sex in a Sunday school room at church, giving rides in my car alone or in my house when my wife is not at home. But I was infatuated with this now 36-year-old, and hell, Erin was Erin. We were friends."
"Hello Songbird!" I welcomed her as I opened the door.
"I told you I would be back."You're not real busy? I'm dying to hear those songs."
I would have stopped time for Erin.
We spent near two hours listening to the songs, her learning the songs, and then, the two of us practicing the songs. It was just like old times and I was having a blast. Afterwards, I gave her the specs on my computer and other equipment interspersed with catch-up conversation. And then I got the surprise of my life.
"Alex, do you ever look at porn on this giant 22" screen?" She asked in a secretive, hushed manner like we were not the only ones in the house.
I was quite hesitant to answer, but Erin was not a young, innocent girl anymore, so, I answered.
"Occasionally, I do. Yes."
"Do you just surf or do you have a regular website you prefer?" She quizzed.
"I have a favorite website." I answered.
"Can we go there? I know I'm being bold but I figured you of all people I can trust." She said.
"If I may ask a bold question," I asked. "What type of............ action..... are you interested in? What do you like?"
"The money shot. You know, guy's ejaculation." She replied, definitely blushing.
"We're adults here, Erin." I comforted, a bit embarrassed myself. "Tell me, guys just masturbating or screwing a woman and pulling out when they come?"
"Let's go with just masturbating." She answered, straightening her posture to appear more adult.
I brought up the website, went to the contents page and clicked on the appropriate selection.
"I'm going to scroll down the page. When you see a cover you think you like tell me to stop."
Erin picked the third title and I open it up and started up the video.
I told her I wasn't sure if she wanted to watch the guys actually masturbate are just get to the "money shot", so I let her take the chair showed her the sequence bar and showed her how to use it. She was like a child in a candy store and she learned quickly how to close, open and maneuver through the videos, all the while making a running commentary on the action on the screen. Now, I can't say that guys masturbating had much effect on me, but standing behind Erin, studying the V-line of her sweatshirt, taking in her scent, seeing how excited she got when the guys shot off, was definitely causing my pants to get tight in the crotch. She repeated fanned herself with her hand.
"You have your favorites, don't you?" She queried, after a long while. "Will you show me your all-time favorite?"
"So, you think I have favorites?" I jokingly answered, as I reached around her to navigate to my favorite video, by clicking the "favorites" button.
I sequenced through as I usually did, searching for my favorite parts of the video that I liked the most. Now, this was definitely making me uncomfortable. And Erin wasn't about to help the situation.
"I can see why you like her. Very interesting face, her body is a knockout and she fucks................ like a mink." She appraised, her eyes widening, placing her hand to her mouth when she said the word. "Forgive me. I'm so bad. I just got carried away. But my god, look at them to go!"
"Did you know that I have a tattoo?" She asked, certainly referring to the large butterfly on the on-screen girl's hip. "Pull down the right shoulder of my sweatshirt."
I did as directed. "That is a very nice butterfly. And shoulder, if I might add."
She smiled and patted my hand. "Thank you."
I moved the mouse to the cutoff button and she begged me not to stop until I went to the money shot. I searched briefly and found one of the shots of them doggy fucking with him pulling his cock out to shoot off on her buttocks.
"Now, you prefer to see that guy ejaculate all over her gorgeous ass. I would rather be shot than pull out of her."
"Alex, I know I'm being very personal, but do you masturbate?" She queried.
It took me a moment to suppress a smile and respond. "I do! But not like those guys. I prefer something a little bit more natural."
"I've never told anyone anything like this, but I do....... quite a bit. Mark won't get a vasectomy, he won't hear of me being fixed and, though I brow-beat him, he hates condoms. He scared to death I'm going to get pregnant again, and I'm not getting nearly as much sex as I need. What I need is a big screen computer like you've got. Does that website cost a lot?"
"It's according to how much you want to spend. 300 minutes is about $30."
"That could be an expensive hobby for me." She laughed. "And I really would like to have a big screen like yours....... But you said something about a more natural way. What exactly do you mean by that? The natural way would be........... screwing, I would think."