Football Boy
Being on a winning football team in high school was really nice. I turned 18 during our winning season, and as a 6'2" good looking 220 pound kid I was quite popular. The "Santa Auction" held by the PTO was a big fundraiser. The entire team, coach and assistants were auctioned off as helpers for those who needed some extra hands. The Arnesons bought my two hours of helping for $400. Mr. Arneson was a successful businessman in town and his wife, a really nice attractive lady, was one of the organizers of the auction.
Mrs Arneson texted me one Friday and asked if I could stop by to discuss what they wanted me to do the next day. I stopped by and was met by only Mrs Arneson. She looked really nice...smelling better than any girl I had ever dated...as she let me in their nice home. "Hi Kurt, come on in. Mr Arneson left today for a trip to New York and so it will just be you and me tomorrow. I hope that is OK with you." I mumbled some nice reply and was dazzled by her looks and smell. She smiled knowingly as she saw my efforts to not be obvious but yet was very struck by her appearance.
She had me wait in the living room while she went to get something. When she returned I didn't know what she got, but I did know what she had lost. Her bra was obviously missing...she was now braless and there was one or two buttons too many undone for any modesty with an 18 year old boy in her house.
We went through the open doorway into what I'd call a den...or library...which was very nice with big leather sofa and chairs. Mrs Arneson sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion very close to her..."sit down here please Kurt." I did as requested and it was then that I realized her skirt was so short...it was well above her knee showing me some nice bare legs.
"Do you have girlfriend Kurt?"
"Um...well not really. I have dated and like girls, but not any steady ones yet."
Her hand went to my leg as she said "well young man you are a pretty nice hunk of flesh if you don't mind me saying so."
"Um...thank you. Ah...you are very pretty woman."
"You like my looks?" As she slid her hand up and down my thigh slowly.
"Yes. Yes I like your looks." I answered in the only obvious way that was safe. Truth is I really liked her looks...her smell...and her slightly aggressive behavior.
Sliding her hand up my leg now...right next to my crotch but not quite touching..."Kurt I am thinking about a change in plans. We are alone...and I am thinking I kind of want to see more of you...you are a big nice young man...my husband is only 5'9" and you are a lot bigger. Probably in lots of ways."