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Another one in my 'Village' series, very loosely linked to others in the series. Sensible comments appreciated.
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John was bored, he had refused to go on holiday with his parents, as he had a job and wanted to save for university. He forgot that there would be long periods of nothing. Then the phone rang, next door neighbour.
"John, I'm sorry, are you doing nothing?" she said. "The sink is blocked, and I need to fix it, I don't want to get a plumber at the weekend, could you have a look, I'd be sooo... grateful."
Annie was a bit gushy, and over the top, John quite liked her, partly because she had a pair of lovely tits. John was eighteen and had never had the opportunity for a good fondle. Annie had noticed John's obsession with her tits, 'Don't dribble,' she thought last time she met him. She shook her head, teenage boys and hormones, she thought. Annie was separated from her husband, she was forty and was a little bit short of sex. She often thought of her teenage neighbour. But how to get him?
Then she hit on the age old idea of the blocked sink, the god of plumbers invented blocked sinks. She thought about a mouse in the kitchen, but quite liked mice, and found them quite cuddly and nice.
So blocked sink it was, naïve John never realised he was being set up, but as we said earlier, he was a nice boy who like looking at Annie's tits, and left his hormones switched on, He cleared the sink, Annie was grateful and offered him a beer. He sat down and drank the beer, Annie a wine, then Annie started her ploy, well tried and tested.
"I've never seen you with a girl, John," she said and got the standard reply:
"I find girls difficult to talk to," he said.
"A nice boy like you?" she said, "I thought they be falling out over you."
"No," he said.
"What about Charlotte, over the road? Nice girl, I've seen you walking home from school together." She replied.
"Charlotte's just a friend," he said, defensively.
"Friend?" said Annie, guessing that Charlotte might see John as more than a friend.
"Friend," he said, firmly. He couldn't tell Annie how often he thought of Charlotte, and how often she was part of his dreams...
There was a silence, whilst Annie thought.
"So if your friend Charlotte was here, and she was sat next to you, what would you talk about?" Annie asked.
"She's going into biology, so we would talk about animals and things," said John, wondering where this strange conversation was going.
"So let's practice, talk to me about animals and things," she said.
So John spoke about animals, repeating the things that Charlotte had said to him,
"Well that sounds interesting," Annie said, "so why would Charlotte not find that interesting?"
John was lost here, what was Annie getting at, he turned to her, "I think that you like Charlotte more than you let on," said Annie, quietly.
Annie was right of course, John wondered where this was going, still.
"So here you are, sat next to Charlotte, would you kiss her?" she asked.
"I've never kissed, her, she's just a friend." Said John.
"I kiss my friends," said Annie. "Have you ever kissed a girl, John?" she asked quietly, knowing the answer.
John looked at her, "No," he replied, "no, I get all nervous."
Annie had him now, entangled in her web, "Let me show you, it's easy, you put your heads close together, like this," putting hers near his, "turn your heads, and push lips together." She kissed him, to his surprise. They pulled away from each other, "Now ask me if you can kiss me back," said Annie.
John did so, Annie nodded, and he kissed her back, they held the kiss longer that time.
"Easy isn't it," said Annie, John nodded, "but you need more practice," she said, pulling him to her. John responded to the kiss, enjoying it, he put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her tight to him, he could feel the swell of her breast, Annie smiled, she knew where this was going, 'easy does it', she thought. She let the kiss continue, then got hold of his hand and pulled it slowly down to her breast. John felt the breast, then opened his eyes, and looked at Annie, "Go on," she said, "I've seen you looking at them."
John fondled her breast, continuing the kissing, "It's time you took my jumper off," said Annie, John did as he was asked, laying the jumper on the floor. John returned to the fondling and stroking, Annie kissing him enthusiastically, he made no attempt to unfasten the bra, awaiting a signal, "When you have done that for a while," said Annie, "the girl will expect you to unclip her bra, don't worry, she will let you know if she wants you to stop, a nice girl will do it gently, not wanting to hurt you." John did nothing.
"Go on," said Annie, "clip's round the back, or I can undo it if you'd rather."
John nervously unclipped the bra, he was expecting a 'Stop I have changed my mind, this is wrong!' but Annie wisely stayed silent, as he unclipped the bra, "Pull it away, now." whispered Annie, She sat there, half naked, her large breasts swaying in front of John.
"Play with then, please." said Annie, "It feels nice when a man plays with a woman's breasts." John got stuck in to breast playing, the first pair he'd ever touched.
Annie pushed herself to him and continued kissing, "So if you play with me, it's alright if I play with you?" she asked, John nodded, she had her hand on his knee, and to John's surprise, ran one finger up, and ran it gently along his cock, which was as expected, straining against his jeans, without hesitation, she pulled the zip down and fumbled her way into the jeans and stroked his cock, gently.
John realised that some direct action from him might be appropriate, nothing to lose, so he put on hand on Annie's knee and trailed it up her leg, "Well done," whispered Annie as his hand reached her crotch.
"At this point John, " said Annie, "a woman is going to say one of two things, 'stop I don't want to', or, 'let's go to bed'," Annie stood up and held her hand out, John took her hand as she led him upstairs, he couldn't believe his luck. She opened the door, led him into her room, double bed, and stopped in front of him, her hands to his belt, unfastening it and dropping his jeans, he pulled his tee shirt off, naked now, Annie unfastened her skirt, dropped it and pulled her panties down, as she stood up, she planted a quick kiss on his cock end, to John's surprise. "That's what you get for being nice," she said,
Annie led the way to the bed, pulling the duvet back, and lying down, on her side. John joined her facing her, they edged up to each other and embraced, had a good snog. John couldn't resist another breast fondle, and Annie put her free hand on his cock and began a slow wank.
"John, I guess you haven't played with a woman's vagina before?" She asked, John shook his head, "Give me your hand and I'll give you a quick tour," she said, "Clitoris, lips, inner lips, vagina," she said, guiding his hand, "have a good feel around, but finish with the clit," she said. "I'll tell where's good," she finished.
John had a good feel around, encouraged by Annie's cries of, "There, back a bit, put your fingers up my cunt now, then back to my clit, oh! That's just right, ohhhh!" She was carrying on wanking his cock, at the same time.
Annie pushed away from him and lay on her back, legs apart, "I need you in me now!" she said. John didn't need any more encouragement, he got between her legs, Annie got hold of his cock as he lay over her and guided it up her cunt. "Push it in," she said, "push your cock up me!"
Annie pushed her hips up to meet him, as he pushed his cock in. "Go for it!" she exclaimed, "Just fuck me!" John obliged, with all the vigour of an eighteen year old. Annie's final cries were, "Don't stop, keep going, yesss, oh! Yesssss." They came together, John pumping his seed into her good and hard. They rolled apart, Annie returning to John to drape herself over him. "Here endeth lesson one." She said laughing.
Annie explained to John what was going on while they rested. Annie was separated from her husband, children grown up, but Annie was sexually unsatisfied. She didn't want an affair with a married man, why mess up another marriage? Her friend hit on the idea of going on holiday and seeing what they could pick up. They struck gold, they had rented an apartment in Spain, and found two young men had the next apartment, they saw each other on the balcony, asked the boys round for a meal, spaghetti, lots of wine, and at the end of the meal, each woman sat on a settee, leaving the boys to decide who to sit with.
The boys soon got the idea, snogging resulted, clothes removed, and shagging commenced, they didn't even make it to bed, the first time, both women thoroughly shagged on their settees, in front of each other, inhibitions being pointless.
The boys were there a week, and left Saturday morning, the women were there for two weeks and were delighted when two slightly older men checked in, no delay, they invited them round that night and got a repeat shagging session and were thoroughly shagged during the rest of the week.
The women returned home, fully satisfied and determined to have a repeat holiday later.
Annie then hit on the idea of a bit of local satisfaction and thought about John. Bingo, hole in one. "I cannot see you too often," she said to John," people will notice, but I'll call in a few days,"
Annie rang him a few days later, inviting him round, when he got there, her friend was there as well, two women. "This my friend who went to Spain with me, you can have both of us." Annie said. They led him upstairs, all stripped off and he had the friend first, then moved on to Annie. All three shared a bed, it was John's first threesome, as the women pleasured themselves while he rested.
They taught John a lot, and he shagged until his balls ached.
