It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and my husband had to work and my son had gone for the weekend to stay with some friends, so I took the time to start putting up the Christmas decorations in our home. It was quite warm that day since we live in the South so all I had on was a white, button blouse and a pair of loose, white gym shorts (the nylon silky kind) with no bra or panties. I was hanging garland around the fireplace when the front doorbell rang.
I went to the window and peeked out to see who was at the door, as I was not dressed properly for strangers. I was excited to see it was Mark, the paperboy, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Mark was eighteen years old and a real handsome young man. I'd had my eye on him for a while now. He seemed to grow a little taller and manlier every time I saw him. He was a real scrawny lad, but I thought he looked beautiful. He even had little wisps of hair growing on his chin now. I had been envisioning fucking him for a few weeks now. I felt a rush of warmth between my legs as I thought maybe this would be my chance to seduce him.
I let the blind slat down and unbuttoned the top three buttons on my blouse so the tops of my tits would be visible if I turned the right way. I answered the door and the look on his face was priceless.
"Hi, Mark. Is it time to collect for the paper this month?" I said.
"Yes ma'am, it is," he said, his eyes looking straight at my tits.
"Would you like to come in while I get you the money? How much is it?"
"It's $12.65 for this month. Are you decorating for Christmas already?" he said, as he looked around. I think he was trying to see if anyone was home with me.
"Yes, I am. But it's difficult doing it on my own. My son is away for the weekend. And my husband is working, so I have to do it all by myself. I wouldn't mind having a strong, good-looking boy like you to give me a hand. Shame you have to deliver papers instead," I said, as I left to go get his money, putting a little more sway in my walk to make sure he noticed my ass in the shorts.
When I returned, I made it a point of dropping one of the quarters as I handed it to him, and bent down to pick it up so he had a clear view of the tops of my cleavage. When I looked up and rose up slowly, his eyes were glued to the opening of my blouse.
"Thank you, ma'am. And this is my last stop if you need some help with those decorations. I'd be glad to stay with you," he said, trying not to look like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I thought this could be my chance to seduce him.
"Would you really do that for me, Mark? You're such good boy, and real handsome too, if you don't mind me saying," I said, watching his face turn red.
"Yes, I will, but no one has ever told me that I'm handsome before. Except maybe my mom."
"You mean none of the girls at your school have never told you you're good looking, handsome or sexy?" I said, watching him really blushed.
"No, none of them have ever told me that. Especially the last one," he said softly, looking down like he was scared to say the word.
I put my finger under his chin, raising his head so he had to look at me and said, "I think you're handsome and very sexy too. Can you say the word 'sexy', because it's the best compliment that you could give a person? Sit here on the sofa and let's talk."
He sat down on the sofa to my left and I made sure I sat close to him so our legs were touching and he had a good view of my cleavage up close. He kept trying not to look, but I watched him take several peeks at the tops of my tits and he kept his hands in his lap too as we talked so I knew he was getting excited. My nipples were hard rubbing against my blouse, and I was so wet between my legs.
"Mark, look at me. Do you think that I'm pretty and sexy?"
"Yes ma'am! I sure do," he said, looking back down.
"Mark, let's start by you calling me Donna and looking at me. You do like looking at me, don't you?"
"I sure do!"
"So why aren't you looking at me? Am I not pretty or what?"
"Oh, no ma'am, you're pretty!"
"And sexy?" I said.
"Yeah. But I've never seen a girl...I mean a woman like you. Ah, you know what I mean."
"Yes, I know what you mean, but I want to teach you to be confident with yourself when you are with a girl. Let me have your hand," I said, as I put my arm around him and took his hand in mine. His hand was hot and sweaty, but felt so good to me. I looked him straight in the eye and asked him, "Have you ever kissed a girl or a woman that you thought was as pretty and sexy as me?"
"Yes. I mean no!" he said, dropping his head again.
I placed his hand on my thigh and picked up his face again with my fingertips under his chin as I leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips. I pulled back to gauge his reaction.
"Did you like that, Mark?"
"Yes ma'am. I mean Donna."
"Good!" I kissed him again with a little more passion and used the tip of my tongue to play with his lips. We kissed again and this time I pushed my tongue firmer against his lips and he opened his mouth. He was really kissing me back now, using his tongue to explore my mouth, which was a pleasant surprise. We broke that kiss and I just had to ask him, "Where did you learn how to kiss like that? Or was it just natural instinct?"
"Well, please don't tell anyone, but my older stepsister has been teaching me this summer."
"She did a good job. And yes, I like it very much, but what else did your stepsister teach you? Have you ever seen her naked and has she seen you?
"She would only let me kiss her, but we've seen each other naked a few times."
