I had been "in love" with Caroline for as long as I could remember.
Well
, to be more precise, I began my crush on her during my adolescence. While hormones were raging and I was becoming aware of my sexuality it was
She
that became the focus of my desire.
Caroline was my best friend - Peter Foster's mother. Pete and I had decided we would be best friends on our very first day at primary school, when we sat opposite each other and shared crayons. We have maintained that friendship right the way up to this very day.
Caroline and Geoff - Pete's father - were young parents and Pete was their only child, no doubt the unplanned product of a night of passion at university. They were both highly intelligent people and had obviously not let having a child while still studying spoil their careers. By the time Pete and I turned eighteen, a month apart from each other, Caroline was only thirty-seven and Geoff just thirty-eight.
As the youngest child of four myself, my parents were old in my mind and going round to Pete's was always something to look forward to. There was always a lot of swearing going on and rude jokes being told. Pete and I would be allowed to stay up late and watch the kind of TV shows that kids weren't normally permitted to watch. It was, in a way, more like being looked after by an older brother and sister than a mum and dad.
Caroline always had a naughty sense of humor and as I entered my teens she would regularly tease me with suggestive comments, no doubt reveling in my obvious embarrassment. She would tease me about how tight my jeans were and how they left little to the imagination or about how handsome and muscular I was becoming and how the young girls must be fighting over me at school. To the best of my knowledge they were not.
When she came home from work, Caroline would make a big show of telling me how she was going to strip off her formal work clothes and change into something more comfortable. She would appear moments later wearing quite sexy, figure-hugging outfits. In retrospect, she was clearly just having fun. She was hardly more than a girl herself and took pride in her good looks and enjoyed being flirtatious.
Caroline was a beautiful woman. She was of northern European descent, a mix of German and Danish, which blessed her with many naturally strong features. She was taller than the average English woman, probably about 5'9. She was slim, the result of a healthy diet, regular yoga classes and her good, Teutonic genes. Her hair was shoulder length and quite straight. The overall effect was blonde, but was, naturally, composed of many different shades and tones, some quite golden, some silver and others almost chestnut. She had quite strikingly, pale, green eyes that drew you in whenever you met her stare. Her eyebrows were quite strong. They were clearly well crafted, but Caroline left them a little thicker than most women, adding to her stunning, Arian appearance. She had a long, straight nose and full, sensual lips. Her cheekbones were high and she had a powerful, yet still feminine, jaw line. Her skin tone was quite pale, but glowed from within and gave an overwhelming impression of good health. She was one of those ladies who looked incredibly good without any makeup on whatsoever, but when she wore it she applied it only to eyes and lips, but in quite dark tones, giving her that 'femme fetal' look.
I remember she had taken to wearing a pair of half-moon, tortoiseshell spectacles when reading and the effect, when she looked over the top of them at you, was both unnerving and incredibly erotic at the same time. She definitely had that 'sexy librarian' look about her when she wanted it.
I suppose, as a young man, I could not help being drawn to the sight of her striking physique. She had rather large breasts, definitely bigger than the average and she was not afraid to show off the fact by wearing tight sweaters and low-cut tops. I suspect that they were perhaps not as pert as they must have once been, but they maintained a good shape, despite her age and sat as high on her chest as someone ten years her junior.
Anyway, I was smitten. I would invent numerous fantasy scenarios whereby the beautiful Caroline would seduce me and make a man of me, little knowing that something along those lines was indeed to come true one day.
*
Pete and I were eighteen. We had just left school and would be going our separate ways after the long summer break. He was to go to Edinburgh to study engineering and I had won a scholarship to study piano and composition at the Royal Academy of Music in London. It would be the first time we had not been at school together since we were five years of age. Caroline and Geoff had decided to take a month long holiday, camping throughout France and had suggested that I come along. It was to be something of a celebration of our impending independence, but above all, I was there as part of their family and to keep Pete company. I leapt at the offer. It was to be my first time outside of Britain and Pete and I made great plans to experience the exotic delights of the famously sexual French girls.
At this point in my life, I am proud to say, I was a rather handsome young man. My body had, over the last few years, become a man's body and as Pete and I were quite athletic boys, playing a lot of sports and working out with weights, we both had developed strong, muscular physiques. I was about six feet tall, had short dark hair, blue eyes and fairly regular features. I was luckier than many boys my age in that I had excellent skin; my mother, being something of a health nut, had always fed her kids fresh, healthy, nutritious foods.
At the beginning of July we set out from Dover, taking the ferry across the channel to begin our trip through France. We took our time driving southwards, taking advantage of the quiet, linear, Roman roads and reveling in the beautiful countryside around us. We would stop off at a campsite in the late afternoon and set up camp for one night only before moving on to the next port of call. The downside to this was that there was never any time for Pete and I to check out the local talent. We did eat delicious food, however, in the local bistros and I got to sample more than my fair share of the spectacular French wines.
It was during these boozy evenings that naughty, flirtatious Caroline would come out to play. I remember her asking when we "young studs planned to get laid?" Pete would just tell her to shut up and I would turn beet red. Paying no attention, she ran her hand across my chest and said "there must be thousands of girls out there getting wet at the idea of being screwed by two muscular men like you." I could say nothing and just kept swigging my wine, but I could feel myself, as hard as a rock inside my trousers.
Geoff didn't seem to mind his wife's flirtatious manner. On the contrary he seemed to enjoy it and would often laugh and join in with the humiliation. Caroline once joked to Geoff that when we reached the coast we should maybe hunt out one of the famous nudist beaches in France so that they could see if my dick was as impressive as the rest of my body. Pete gave his mother a tongue-lashing and Geoff just burst out laughing suggesting that that was probably a good idea. I silently prayed that they were only joking as the idea alone of standing naked before Caroline made me as stiff as a pole and I knew I wouldn't be able to control it in reality.
On the whole we would all laugh and joke and tell lurid tales as we drank and then we would merrily stroll back to the campsite, Caroline linking arms with "her men" and laughing all the way back to our tents. As soon as I would crawl into my tent for the night I would have to unleash my swollen penis and play with myself thinking of the ideas Caroline had planted in my mind.
As I am sure you can imagine, it was hellishly hot in France during July. We would rise early so as to do the majority of our driving before the noonday sun would beat down on us. Stopping in a shady spot for a long, lazy lunch of bread, cheese, pate and fruit and to enjoy a nap or if we could find somewhere suitable, to take a dip. Caroline would be the one to wake us boys in the mornings. She would go to our tents, unzip the flap without warning and shake you awake with soft words. You had to sleep naked, because of the heat and there were a few times when I would have to drag my sleeping bag over my body just in time to avoid showing her my inevitable morning erection. The idea of displaying myself to her in that condition became so exciting that one morning I decided to try it. I prayed that Geoff wouldn't wake me for a change and lay there, my unzipped sleeping bag wide open with only my feet tucked inside. My dick was hard anyway, but the idea of Caroline being so close to it gave me a hard on like no other. I lay there and feigned sleep.
As usual, at about seven-thirty, I heard movement outside my tent. I listened as the zipper was drawn down and then... there was silence. My feet were pointing towards the entrance and Caroline must have had a prime view of my engorged shaft. The silence was palpable and I wondered if I would be able to pretend to be asleep for much longer as my heart was hammering and my lungs were aching, desperate to take deep, calming breaths. Suddenly, I heard Caroline speak in a hushed tone,
