NOTE:
This is a collaborative effort between Panthers70 (myself) and Smirkin.
I tell the story from Paul's viewpoint and Smirkin writes from Christine's perspective (posted in italics).
A Summer to Remember - Chapter 1
Paul was laying on his bed deep in thought, wondering what he was going to do all summer. School had finished yesterday and he had ten weeks before he went away to university. He had just said goodbye to his girlfriend Penelope who was going to be away on a road trip across the US, and his three closest friends were attending a soccer training camp for the next few weeks. He was bored.
He dragged himself off the bed and was just about to go downstairs when he glanced out of his bedroom window. Immediately his mood changed. There lying face down by her pool was Mrs Christine Rogers. From the first time he met her over three years ago when his family moved in next door to the Rogers it was kind of lust at first sight, she was simply gorgeous. A fantastic body, a pretty face and flowing long red hair. A Grade A MILF no doubt, he had lost count of the number of wet dreams he'd had about Christine, imagining what it would be like to feel that body against his, his mouth on hers, and of course picturing those long legs wrapped around his back as he fucked her.
Now watching her sunbathe, the flimsy bikini barely covering her ass, he wished he had enough courage to somehow tell her how he felt about her. That was never gonna happen, he was too shy and she was unattainable. No way would a gorgeous married woman like Mrs Rogers be interested in an eighteen-year-old. Instead he had to make do with what he always did, jerk off picturing his cock buried deep in Christine. It didn't take long, it never did, and shortly after he was in the shower cooling off and cleaning himself up.
A little later Paul went downstairs, got a couple of beers out the fridge, and flopped down to watch some sport on TV, his parents were away for the weekend and he was determined to make the most of it. Two beers lead to a couple more, then one more. Gradually his thoughts returned to Mrs Rogers. He fired up his laptop and clicked on his favourite porn site. He scoured through the search results for MILF and clicked on one called "Son cums in Moms ass" which featured a beautiful redhead. There was no build up, the scene opened with the woman on all fours getting fucked doggy style, and as usual the supposed son looked to be pretty much the same age as the mother.
Paul closed his eyes and imagined it was Christine on all fours and he was the one with his cock buried deep inside her. He slid his hand inside his shorts and started jerking off again.
"Oh God Mrs Rogers," he groaned, "I've been wanting to fuck you for years. Yes, yes, YES!"
Mrs. Christine Rogers had lived in her community for years, she was considered a pinnacle of society.
A trusted member of several charities and long-term friends with all her neighbours. They often had cookouts and parties as well dinners at each other's homes.
Christine's husband worked in finances and was well established.
John was a caring devoted husband and was often busy during the days with work while Christine kept up the image of being a staple figure in the neighbourhood.
She often went to the gym with her neighbour, Sarah.
Sarah was married as well and unlike Christine she had a son, Paul.
They had moved in next door several years ago and it didn't take long for her to reach out to them and become good friends.
The couple often went out together when they weren't staying home with dinner parties and the such.
Christine had spent the day sunbathing and since Sarah wasn't going to be around for a couple of days, as she and her husband were away for the weekend, she asked Christine if she could keep an eye on Paul.
Nothing was out of the ordinary with this as they often took weekend trips and would ask her to watch over the house while they were away and Christine and John did the same.
She lay there in her little two-piece bikini.
She had a toned yet curvy figure that she kept maintained by going to the gym regularly and would also go jogging near every other morning.
She held an hourglass figure which she did a certain routine for.
She was a natural beauty though and didn't feel the need for heavy makeup. Christine's hair was vibrantly red and her eyes were blue.
She laid in her backyard absorbing the sun rays as she enjoyed her private time without the thought of anyone watching her.
Not expecting anyone to be watching her anyway.
It would soon be time for her to head inside and shower, getting ready to make dinner for John.
Christine planned on making a simple casserole tonight, they were easy to make and she was feeling a little tired.
Once she finished getting the casserole together, she put it into the oven with an hour or so to spare before dinner was done and John would be home.
She thought of Sarah and their trip and soon realized she hadn't checked on Paul today.
She quickly went to the living room mirror and tidied herself up a bit, hair still damp.
Leaving the front door, she pulled it firmly behind her and walked down the path to the driveway and followed the sidewalk to avoid crossing their freshly cut grass.
She was all about keep up appearances, even if they weren't exactly hers.
She took a pride in the look of the neighbourhood and intended to keep it that way.
She soon turned to walk up the pathway to Sarah's front door and knocked.
She waited a moment and hadn't heard anything but could hear the TV was on.
She wondered how high Paul had the volume setting turned up.
She reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it while knocking again with the other hand as she peeked her head through the door. "Hellooo..." she called out and walked through the door.
Immediately she was shocked as she stood there and saw Paul with his hand down his shorts and heard him moaning her name and how he had been wanting to fuck her for years.
She assumed he hadn't heard her knocks on the door due to the volume of the television as she stood there embarrassed at the sight before her.
"OH MY GOD! I... I'm so sorry!
I should have waited for you to answer the door." She looked away quickly and put her hand up to shield the side of her face.
"I was just coming over to check on you and see if you needed anything, I didn't mean to intrude."
"Oh my God! I...I'm so sorry!" Paul heard her say. Wait, why was she sorry? Indeed, why was she speaking at all? As he opened his eyes everything became clear. The voice didn't come from his daydream but from a few yards away across the lounge.
He should have been ashamed being caught jerking off while imagining he was fucking his neighbour...... but he wasn't. The mixture of alcohol and sexual desire was just too strong a cocktail and had released all his inhibitions. If anything, his lust for Christine had increased still further when he saw her, the purple sundress with narrow pink hoops hung loosely over her body and reached down to mid-thigh. She was looking away clearly shocked by what she had seen, a hand shielding her face from him and her cheeks almost matched the colour of her vibrant red hair.
"Don't be embarrassed Mrs Rogers, I'm not." Paul said as he got up off the sofa, his speech slightly slurred. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you three years ago. I can't help it but every time I see you I get turned on, wanting to fuck you so badly. You're by far the hottest MILF around, and all my friends think the same."
The teenager walked slowly towards her, his eyes roaming over every inch of her shapely body, until he stood just a couple of feet in front of her.
