tags mature/ my mother's friends/ mature women and young men/ panties/ oral
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Short description: A young man gets caught in compromising position and Alice persuades him to relate the experiences he had that year in college with a mature woman.
Title:
Alice the Nurse or Unexpected Arrivals
When I was growing up, Alice had often visited my mother when she was on rotation or had leave. When I was very young, she had taught me to swim at the pool on Bolling Air Force Base in Washington, DC. I remember being so embarrassed because she and my mother would bring me into the ladies changing room rather than let me go into the men's alone. We had a makeshift bedroom set up in the basement for her to use during her frequent visits.
She had recently moved to the Silver Spring MD area after spending a few years on the west coast. Alice was shortish, sturdy, and had a dark complexion and almost black hair. She looked nothing like my mother who was tall and thin with long blond hair. She had met my mother in college and I had known her my entire life.
Alice was now 45 and a nurse working in the emergency department at
Holy Cross Hospital
. She had gone into the army in college before nursing school, making an eight-year commitment in return for a full ride. A few years after graduating, 9-11 happened. With her specialty in emergency medicine, she did two tours in Iraq and one in Afghanistan at the height of the conflicts. I sometimes heard snippets of her talking about her experiences overseas with my mother, but she always turned to another subject which was usually some kind of funny story if she noticed I was listening.
I had always anticipated Alice's visits and secretly had started fantasizing about her when I was in high school. Alice was so unlike my mother. I very much admired how independent she was, showing determination in whatever she did. Alice also seemed interested in me without the recriminations that I had done or hadn't done something or done it right that my mother always seemed ready to serve up to me. My mother also took great delight in teasing and tweaking me about anything. I always felt vastly relieved that Alice just rolled her eyes, never making any remark when my mother teased me.
During the summer after my first year of college, I was living at home, working the graveyard shift in a large warehouse driving a forklift. I had not gone on a date since coming home from college. I know my mother was concerned about me not going back to school, taking a year off from college, and not dating at all.
Alice lived not too far away in a complex of apartment buildings that had a large outdoor pool. On weekends, my mother sometimes persuaded me to go with her when she visited Alice. We would bring swimsuits and change in her apartment, then go and sit by the pool.
I always told Alice how much I appreciated her having me come with my mother to use the pool and she always brushed it off saying "You have nothing to thank me for, it is my pleasure to have both you and Mary over."
We had come back to her apartment as I needed to change and go home to try to get some sleep before my shift. When I came out of the bathroom Alice said "I usually work daytime shifts and the pool is not nearly as crowded on weekdays. If you would like, I have a spare key that you can use. Then you can come over whenever you like when I am at work. You might also meet a pretty girl." I was surprised by her generous offer. I accepted as gracefully as I could with both Alice and my mother grinning at each other.
One day I came over and was changing in Alice's bathroom when I noticed her one-piece swimsuit hanging on the shower curtain rod inside out. The suit was often hanging there to dry but this is the first time I remember it being inside out. I was about to ignore it when something about it caught my eye.
There was a tan pad in the crotch and there were dark stain marks on it. As I looked at them, my face flushed as I realized it must have come from when she had her period. I knew I shouldn't but could not resist bringing the crotch up to my nose. There was a strong scent of Alice's pussy and chlorine. I found myself with a raging boner and masturbated furiously cumming on my hand. I was turning to get one of the towels I had brought when I saw Alice standing at the bathroom door. Unbeknownst to me, Alice had gotten off early and was standing outside of the bathroom door staring at me with a look of incredulity written on her face.
I started to apologize when Alice said "Stop. I should have not watched and embarrassed you. Get yourself cleaned up and put something on. Then come and sit with me."
I nervously sat opposite Alice at the kitchen table.
"Do you have a thing for ladies' lingerie and smelling their crotches," she asked "is that why you aren't going out with any girls now?"
I felt my face getting red and felt flustered as I blurted out "NO, I have never done anything like that before."
Alice smiled and asked, "What makes me the lucky girl for you to perv on?"
I wanted nothing more right then than to be anywhere else in the world rather than facing Alice right now. All I managed to say was "There is nothing I can say to really explain it, I am so sorry."
Alice moved her chair next to mine. "Yes, you can. There is nothing you can say that will embarrass me. You owe me an explanation. I promise not to tell your mother if you want. Your mother also deserves an explanation as to why you are not going back to school and not going out at all."
I was staring into space trying desperately to come up with a way to explain. Then I looked at Alice. She was wearing her dark hair in a shaggy cut and it fell down around her face, framing it and I saw both concern along with patience written on her face.
I started twice but no words were coming out when Alice leaned over whispering in my ear "you can tell me anything."
I began with "It is a long story and I am not sure it even makes any sense. It almost seems like I am living a dream and can't wake up. Nothing seems right anymore. While it lasted, it was a dream come true. Then it came crashing down leaving nothing but bitter ashes. Everything seems gray and tasteless now."
Alice squeezed my hand and saying "We have all day, just tell me from the beginning."
I started shyly saying "Well, from the beginning I have always liked you and thought about you." Alice was still looking at me but I could not look back at her staring at the kitchen table saying "but I would never embarrass you or myself by trying to act on that. I think both you and my mother would be mortified to think I thought of you in that way. Until a little while ago I would never have touched your things."
Alice squeezed my hand again and said "You do not know me or your mother nearly well enough to assume that." Alice then drew a hand over my face and said, "close your eyes, just tell me what happened as you would just be thinking about it to yourself."
I took a deep breath plunging in. "It keeps playing through my mind and I want it both to stop and to never forget any detail at the same time. Crazy, insane. It was probably doomed from the beginning. But would I change anything if I could? It drives me crazy thinking yes and then no All the while knowing that is a fruitless exercise." The following is the story I related to Alice of my experiences with Kathleen at college that year.
During my first few months in college, I had been living in a dorm and became friends with a guy whose parents lived just a little over an hour away from the campus. We were always complaining about the food.
At the start of the second semester, Brett invited me to spend the weekend at his parents' house. His father owned a car dealership and Brett's family was pretty well off. He had a cute little sister who was 9 years old. His father barbecued that night and while cooking he and Brett put away a few beers.
His mother, Kathleen, was an attractive tall woman with long dark hair. She was wearing jeans and a flowered top with her hair falling down over her shoulders. She was not busty and I very much admired the way she filled out her jeans. While Brett and his dad joked around, I sat talking with her about nothing in particular. The impression I had then was that she was attractive but a little reserved.
Later after eating, his dad was sitting in a chair in the living room watching tv with a drink in his hand and Brett hit him up for some money before we went out to the bars. His dad peeled a fifty from his wallet and I thought
it must be nice to be rich
.
Brett managed to go through that fifty getting wasted. I managed to find my way back to his house from the bar driving his car. I got us home, putting him to bed. I then went down to the kitchen as I thought there should be leftovers from the BBQ we had for dinner.
I don't think that the sight that had greeted me could be duplicated. Brett's mother was standing at the kitchen sink with the water running. They had big double-length windows in front of the counter looking down the slope of their large backyard. Moonlight from a full moon was streaming in. It was bright in the kitchen even without any lights on. Brett's mother, Kathleen, was wearing a mid-length sheer cream-colored chemise. I stood there just taking in the sight. Kathleen's long dark hair hung down a little past her shoulders. I could see the outline of her panties beneath the chemise.
Without thinking I drew in a long breath. Kathleen turned, seeing me in the kitchen doorway. We were both surprised, standing stock still for a few moments. Kathleen had an embarrassed look on her face. I too felt a little embarrassed too having been caught looking at her. She then quickly turned her back to me but I had already seen the outline of her breasts and nipples through the lace cups of the nightgown.
I was never a very aggressive or forward type of guy but I was drawn to her. I found myself standing right behind her. With some trepidation, I ran a finger down Kathleen's backbone. I was prepared to back away but she moaned and shivered. My heart was racing as I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms.
Kathleen said, "No we can't do this, I can't do this."
