Then we all reminded Jen that she owed us a story.
"OK guys, well I only got to hear about mom and our dearest Mr. Jones exploits second hand and I am so jealous that I missed spending the night of the storm with you. That sounded so exciting!"
She started in, us that she had been 'experimenting' with boys for a couple of years with some kissing and fondling, and once or twice letting a boy put his hand under her shirt, when she went on the infamous movie date with Joey just after she turned 18. He had managed to get a hand up her skirt to feel her panties and then told his friends that he and Jennifer had had sex. This 'fact' had traveled around the school and soon some of the upper class boys had tried to get her to go for a ride in their car after school and when she said no they had continued to try and take her out or get her alone somewhere after school.
About this time she had her first experience with their neighbor. She knew him as a polite older man, Mr. Henry, in his mid forties maybe, who always greeted her when he saw her coming home from school and several times had invited her to come up and sit on his porch for a glass of lemonade when it was hot out. While he was always very polite she noticed that he would sometimes stare at her breasts and when he brought her lemonade he often did yard work out front while she sat on the porch and she was sure that he was pretty clearly looking up her skirt more than once. Sometimes he sat next to her and they would just talk though, and he always smelled nice she thought.
Then one day he was doing some painting out front with a ladder. He had offered her lemonade and she had asked him what he was painting. "Just the trim and the down spouts" he had replied and then asked her if she wanted to help and he would pay her. She had agreed, saying he didn't need to pay her because she just liked doing things with him, but she needed to change her clothes first. "No need" he had said and produced a painting smock for her. "I'll just get you started" he told her, "and then maybe I can dig out another ladder and can of paint and we can both paint."
The warm evening, the wine, and recounting her experience caused Jen to drift away into the memory, which had come forward with soft clarity in her mind, and then began to play back like a movie inside her head. She let her eyes close as the movie played and enveloped her consciousness.
They had moved the setup around the side of the house and away from the street, so the area felt fairly private.
She had started to climb the ladder, which seemed a little unsteady, when he offered to hold it for her while she got started. He had stood there behind her and put his hands on her hips, rather than the ladder itself, as she climbed. As she got higher his hands moved first to her ass, and then the bare skin of her upper thighs. His touch felt charged with sexual energy to her, and rather than putting her off she had begun to get seriously aroused by it. He asked her if she was OK and she had told him she felt better with him there holding her. As she began to paint his hands had moved up her thighs and under her skirt all the way to her panties till he had one hand right below each ass cheek. She had to stretch up to reach some places and she knew that he could see right up her skirt when she did, and she began to do it more than she needed, imagining him looking. As she worked he moved his hands so that his thumbs were between her thighs, touching her there, even rubbing her there.
While this seemed to go on forever she knew it was really only a few minutes when he asked her to come down because he didn't think the ladder was safe for her. She had set down the paint and brush and climbed down slowly while his hands had traveled up under the smock until they were covering her breasts and gently massaging them. She had stood there and leaned back against him, letting him feel her breasts and not wanting him to stop. He did though, and just told her that she was welcome to help him with things around the house any time and sent her home in a desperate state of horniness.
Then she hadn't seen him for several days, while her desire for more had grown till it was almost unbearable. When he had finally appeared again he invited her in and made lemonade for her but they sat in the kitchen and talked instead of going back out to the porch. He had stood up and come round behind her and began rubbing her shoulders and neck and then lower till her breasts were aching for him to touch them. Instead he had first slowly unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her bra before reaching down and putting his hands on them. He had massaged them and put his hands down beneath the cups to feel them naked and played with her nipples till she had had an orgasm right there in the chair in his kitchen. She sat there, breathless, panting, his hands still touching her breasts till she found her voice.
"I never felt anything like that before!"
"That's nice Jennifer." he whispered, using her full name. "You have beautiful breasts."
He kissed her as he buttoned up her shirt and then showed her to the door saying he had to do some errands.
She had knocked on his door the next day but no one answered, and then, because her father was home, she couldn't check to see if he was there for several days.
Then he was there again, on his porch when she came home from school, waving her up and saying hello. They had chatted for a little bit in his kitchen when he asked her if she wanted to help out in the back. She agreed, and they worked together for a while in the sun. It was hot out and he mentioned that she could take off her shirt if she wanted. She had been startled at first by his suggestion, but the back yard was fairly private and she liked to have him look at her. She began unbuttoning the blouse as he watched, and took it off, laying it on a lawn chair. They had worked some more, she dressed now in her skirt and bra. It was making her horny to have him look at her as they worked and to be dressed that way. Then he suggested she might want to take off her skirt too and she did almost without hesitation, laying it on the chair along with her blouse.
They continued the yard work and she had begun to sweat in the heat. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her, and it made her feel incredibly sexy and desirable. Without prompting she stopped and removed her bra, letting her breasts swing free and now she was wearing only her panties. It felt very very naughty and her panties were very damp between her thighs, and not just from sweating.
He came over behind her and she stopped what she was doing expectantly, her body trembling with excitement. He kissed her neck and licked her ear whispering that she looked beautiful and then she felt his warm hands on her shoulders. The hands traveled down her arms all the way to her waist and onto her panties and then up her back. Then they were on her sides and she raised her arms a little as they moved around to cup her breasts. She moaned and leaned back against him and the hands went down across her belly, down between her thighs. Fingers were rubbing her through her panties, touching her, exploring that private area and sending little electric shocks through her. She thrust down and out against the fingers, rocking her pelvis as they rubbed her. Her ass was now pressed against his crotch and as she rocked she could feel what she was sure was his penis pressing back against her from inside his pants.
The feelings his fingers were generating became more intense and then one of his hands was working between them and she could feel him undoing his pants, working till the hard shaft of his naked penis was pressed against her ass and lower back. She pushed back against it as her orgasm built and then thrust wildly against the fingers as it broke and washed over her.
