The First Time.
This is a short story documenting a young man's first-time sexual adventure with a woman older than himself set during the late 1960's, all participants are over the age of eighteen and names have been changed to protect living relatives.
Charlie Jones was home for the summer break having completed his first year at university. At 19 years of age and pushing 6 feet tall and 180 pounds of pure muscle from playing rugby he should have been quite the heartbreaker, except, Charlie became tongue tied around attractive girls of his own age and that was the reason Charlie remained Virgo Intacto.
At his mother's prompting this morning Charlie found himself on his grandmother's doorstep, he had been volunteered to mow her lawn, now this was not a chore Charlie minded at all for you see his grandmother's next-door neighbour was a certain Jane Abercrombie.
Jane Abercrombie was not an attractive woman, in her early sixty's, unmarried, although according to Charlie's grandmother, she had been very adventurous during the war years of 39-45!
At around 5'8" and 180 pounds she was what was termed as a matronly woman!
Jane fascinated Charlie, or rather, he was fascinated by her incredibly large chest
Charlie had lain on his bed many a lonely night thinking about Jane's tits and wanking furiously.
Her tits filled his thoughts, it did not help that Jane favoured cardigans and, I guess, depending on her mood as to how many buttons she left unfastened showing vast amounts of cleavage which always caused a stirring in his loins.
Charlie, at every opportunity, tried to discretely gaze down the front of her cardigan and if he was lucky enough to glimpse the promised land excused himself to the toilet for relief!
"Hi Gran," Charlie said as he entered his grandmother's house.
"Hi Charlie, how are you today." Gran replied
"I'm fine, and yourself?" Charlie queried.
"I'm good, but before I forget Jane wants you to pop next door to see her." Charlie's gran replied.
"What could she possibly want?" Charlie said indignantly, he was still trying to keep his lust for Jane secret from his family.
"She has bought some piece of furniture, a table I believe, which needs to be assembled." Was the reply.
"Ok, I'll pop round on my way back home." Charlie spoke trying not to let the excitement that was building in him become apparent.
Charlie cut the grass in record time and within the hour he was tentatively knocking on Jane's door.
Jane opened the door and Charlie's heart skipped a beat, she was only wearing what had become Charlie's favourite cardigan from her extensive wardrobe of the garments, a light peach number that showed off the most cleavage of all her cardigan's and, on this day, an extra button was undone
"Hi Charlie darling, come on in."
As they walked down the short hallway to the sitting room Charlie spoke.
"Gran says you have some furniture which you need assembled?"
M.m yes," Jane said, "it's a coffee table."
There on the floor of the sitting room was an oval piece of manufactured wood with four legs which had to be screwed to it to form the table, an early piece of "flat pack" so typical of the period, the late 60's.
"Ok, this shouldn't take long," Charlie said as he dropped to his knees and picked up the screwdriver lying beside the components.
To Charlie's surprise and delight Jane also got down onto her knees directly opposite Charlie and leant slightly forward affording Charlie some of the best views of her cleavage Charlie had ever had.
As he worked Charlie kept stealing furtive glances across at Janes' burgeoning bosom, thinking all the time to himself that he was completely discreet, and that Jane had no idea what the young man was doing.
As he finished the last leg Charlie turned the table up the right way and stood up to admire his work, Jane also stood up
"There," Charlie said, "It looks good."
"It certainly does," Jane said, "thank you Charlie, where would I be without my handsome young man to help a poor old woman out?"
Charlie blushed at this as Jane continued.
"I was going to pay you for this, but I think you have already had your reward!"
"What," Charlie was confused, "What do you mean I have already had my reward?"
"Charlie, you have spent the last ten minutes looking at my bosoms, isn't that ample a reward?"
"NO," Charlie stuttered, "No I haven't!"
"Oh, come on Charlie, I saw you, and that," Jane nodded towards Charlie's groin, "Tells me you enjoyed the view, admit it and it isn't the first time you have stolen a look is it, I've seen you on numerous occasions." Jane went on.
"You really like my big tits, don't you?"
Charlie knew he was busted, looking down he saw that the shorts he was wearing were bulging out at the front where his erection was trying it's best to break free from its confines, he didn't know, however, where this was going, was Jane going to tell his grandmother she had a pervert for a grandson or, worse still, would she tell his parents.
There must have been a look of sheer panic on Charlie's face.
"Don't worry Charlie, I'm not angry."
"You're not." Charlie stuttered again.
"No, I'm not," Jane said, "I'm quite thrilled actually."
By now Charlie was even more confused than before, his thoughts, for what they were, all jumbled up.
"Would you like to see more?" Jane said seductively as she began to play with the buttons holding the cardigan tight across her chest.
Charlie could only nod as Jane's chest came into view as she shrugged the cardigan from her body and casually threw it into a chair behind her.
Charlie's eyes nearly popped out of his head, her bosom completely exposed to his eyes covered only by a bra that looked as if it had been fashioned in a nearby shipyard, a wonderful piece of engineering that held her large tits firmly in place.
"You can touch them if you want." Jane cooed.
Charlie's right hand, shaking uncontrollably, reached out and touched the material.
"Oh God, Oh God." Was all Charlie could muster.
