Hazel and I decided to take on a foreign exchange student for a week, after seeing an advertisement in our local paper. We tidied up the spare room and made arrangements with our local University. On the prearranged date Marc arrived from Germany. He was 18, blond haired, and very good-looking, Hazel said. We got him settled in quite quickly and Hazel spent the week entertaining him, taking him on shopping trips etc, while I went to work. They were getting on very well.
Marc spoke very good English and Hazel was mothering him. Hazel is 41 and of medium/curvy build with dark brown curly hair. She has a wonderful pair of tits and her skin is smooth and white.
One day Marc opened the bathroom door, which Hazel had accidentally left unlocked as she was getting a shower. He apologised, she told me later, but before he had closed the door again he had got a good eyeful of her fleshy naked body, big tits, hairy fanny, the lot. She said he'd been very sheepish afterwards.
The next day it was Hazel's turn for a show. She'd made Marc a cup of tea while I was getting dressed for work, taking it up to his room. She'd thought he was sleeping but when she'd opened the door she nearly dropped the cup! Marc was lying naked on the bed, eyes shut, masturbating a very thick circumcised cock. He opened his eyes as Hazel stepped into the room, and groaned aloud, in both surprise and pleasure. "No!" he gasped, and his eyes glazed over. A fountain of white sticky spunk gushed from his pulsating knob, flying up into the air and landing on his hairless chest and belly. Hazel stood transfixed as young Marc came, his hips bucking as he spurted his sperm over himself. He was staring into Hazel's eyes all the way through his climax. When he had finished his orgasm, Hazel calmly walked into theroom, set down his cup, and marched out again.
Downstairs she told me what had happened and admitted she'd felt strangely excited at the sight of a muscular young lad wanking himself and getting off whilst staring at her.
Marc came downstairs later and apologised to both of us. He said "I am not having a girlfriend and when I see Hazel bare-skinned in shower yesterday I get very excited. Hard. You know." He glanced downwards. I need to make climax.....orgasm. I full of sex...spunk you call it? It make me uncomfortable and frustrated, so I am thinking of Hazel bare-skinned naked in the shower and release all spunk from me. Feel very good. Sorry."
"It's okay." Hazel said, red faced, "I don't mind."
Didn't mind!!! She was obviously loving the idea that Marc had been wanking over her. 41 years old, yet she could still spark a young guy's sexual flame. That night she was all over me in bed. After a good long sex session, we lay cuddling in post-orgasm. We'd been very noisy and I'm sure Marc had heard us.
"I wonder what Marc's doing now? Hazel whispered as I stroked her fleshy belly and toyed with her soft breasts.
"Why do you ask?" I exclaimed. "He's probably doing what he was doing this morning when you caught him."
"Hmmm" she sighed.
"He's really got you going hasn't he"
Hazel smiled at me and nodded slowly. "He was very...big...you know."
"Do you want him to fuck you?"
She looked at me in surprise. "You would let me sleep with another man?"
"Only if I was there." I felt an excited knot growing in my stomach. I kissed her softly. "He goes home the day after tomorrow. Why don't we have a goodbye drink? A little party. You could put on something daring. I'll buy you something tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll get some booze at the shops." Was all she said.
The next day I left work early and went shopping. I settled on a white Grecian-style halter-neck dress. Very short, backless with a plunging neckline and pleated skirt. Hazel had bought a bottle of vodka for herself and a slab of beer for Marc and me. She'd already told Marc we were going to have a goodbye drink, and he'd been all for it.
When I showed Hazel the dress she nearly bottled out. "I can't wear that, she complained. My titties will be flopping about all over the place."
"That's the idea." I smiled. Eventually she agreed to wear it. I went downstairs and cracked a couple of cans. Marc and I listened to some music and chatted for a while, waiting for Hazel to come down. She was an age, but eventually we heard footsteps on the stairs.
Hazel appeared in the dress. The pleated skirt part barely covered her knickers, and her deep cleavage was exposed along with her big white thighs. She had made her face up and her curly hair spilled over her bare shoulders. She watched us both staring intently at her. "Well, do you like it?"
"Wow!!!" I exclaimed, whistling.
