Firstly a big thank you to Mica who has encouraged and inspired me to write again after many years. She has become very important to me. I hope she realises how important.
Also a big thank you to Alphafemale1965 for her editing of my work
The following events took place a little over 50 years ago. I have kept silent about them out of respect for a lady who became a very significant part of my younger life. She helped me in my journey from a boy to a man but as she is no longer with us it feels time to share our story with the wider world without betraying her trust.
I had just turned 19 and gained a place at a university just North of London which was a big step for someone who had spent his life to that date in the North West of England just outside of Manchester. The university had found me lodgings in a small town a few miles away. Things were very different then without mobile phones and the internet. In fact at the time of me leaving home we did not even have a landline phone in our house. So it was with a little trepidation that I arrived at the door of Mrs Miller with a large suitcase and most of my other worldly goods in a strong carrier bag.
The living arrangements were that 3 of us were to be sharing one very large bedroom in what was quite a substantial house not too far from the town centre. My bedroom companions were Howard, a jovial lad from not too far away in Essex and a slightly older more serious individual in Geoff who hailed from a coastal town in Kent. We were all on the same university course and although the campus ( not sure we called it that in those days ) was a few miles away Howard had a little white Mini which would be our transport during the week with the other two of us contributing to the petrol costs.
As I said the house we were living in was quite substantial although Mrs Miller appeared to live there alone. I soon learned that she was a widow. Her husband had been a very successful businessman but had died in a major road accident a few years earlier. That left her to bring up two boys alone but it appeared that Mr Miller had been a prominent member of his local Masonic Lodge and as is the norm in these cases fellow Masons had stepped in to help financially. The 2 boys were sent off to the Masonic school at Bushey on a live-in basis. I presume insurance policies had paid off the family mortgage etc leaving Mrs Miller reasonably comfortably off. I never quite figured out whether she had decided to take in students for the financial benefits or whether it was more for the company and also the knowledge of having young fit males on the premises to prevent any chance of break-ins in what was clearly quite a desirable area.
Mrs Miller came across as a little stern. The sort you did not mess with but she and I started to hit it off a little more once I discovered that she was originally from Yorkshire. The wrong side of the Pennines but our Northern sense of humour seemed to gel a little more than with the other two guys who were both firmly based in the South. I didn't see it at the time but it was perhaps the beginning of a bond developing between us.
Mrs Miller was a lady in her late 30s -- perhaps even 40. It was hard to tell. She had mousy brown hair of shoulder length. She dressed very conservatively. A bit prim and proper in her own way. Usually a blouse and skirt which made it hard to guess at the figure hiding underneath. Her boobs appeared quite normal although her blouses were quite loose fitting and didn't give too much away in terms of cleavage or shape. Her skirts were also quite loose and the only real highlight was the fact that she wore them fairly short. The fashion for mini-skirts had arisen in the 1960's and although the skirts Mrs Miller wore were far from mini they did end 2 or 3 inches above the knee and when she sat talking to you they often rode up to mid thigh. From what was on view she had quite a reasonable pair of legs which often led me to wonder what they would look like higher up.
I guess the most remarkable think about Mrs Miller was how unremarkable she was but that did not stop her becoming the number 1 on my list of fantasies as I spent more and more time under her roof and got to know her a little better although she did her very best to keep all three of us at arms length and with such a large house it was easy for her to keep out of our way.
Weekdays were spent at university but at weekends I often found myself alone in the house with Mrs Miller. Howard was a staunch Southend United fan and left every Friday evening to spend the weekend at home with his family and mates. Geoff was a little further away but the local station ran a fast commuter service into King's Cross and he went home probably 2/3 weekends a month. This left me with weekends alone under the same roof as a woman who was beginning to have a strange effect on me. Its probably a good idea here to tell you that from 11 to 18 I spent 7 years at a boys only school and whilst I had had a couple of girlfriends in that time my experience sexually was vague to say the least. I was still a virgin and more and more each day I hoped Mrs Miller may be my solution. I think many young men of that age fantasise about being taken in hand -- literally -- by an older experienced woman who would show them how to pleasure a woman and then give them plenty of homework to make practice perfect.
I still cant describe the attraction Mrs Miller held for me. I guess it was the availability of being under the same roof. Imaging that one night she might wake in the night for the bathroom and then come back to my room and slide into bed next to me wearing next to nothing.
It was Friday evening and we were on our way home from university. Howard announced he would grab the evening meal and Geoff said he fancied going home for the weekend. They arranged that Howard would drop Geoff off at the station and then carry on to Essex. I was to be alone with Mrs Miller until Sunday evening but somehow that didn't seem quite so bad.
I read a little, did a bit of the work set for next week and then it was an early night. I woke quite early next morning and nipped to the bathroom before climbing back in bed. My cock was semi-hard already as it often was in the morning and as I started to wonder where Mrs Miller was in the house I started to stroke it gently and soon it resembled a flag pole. Whilst I am nothing extra special in the cock department that morning it stood proud and erect and I soon threw off most of my bed covering to give it plenty of air
Now I was gripping it more tightly and starting to wank enjoying having the bedroom to myself and my thoughts about Mrs Miller were in full flow. My grip got tighter and I was lost in the moment just wanting the pleasure I was enjoying to never stop although I knew that eventually there was only one outcome.
I kicked off what remained of the bedclothes leaving me totally naked as I pounded my cock like a man possessed. I closed my eyes to savour the moment which I could not hold off much longer. Pre-cum ouzed onto my fingers as I reached the point of no return.
What I did not know being lost in my pleasure was that the bedroom door had opened quietly and Mrs Miller had entered to collect any dirty washing before starting the washing cycle.
I don't know how long she had been there but as I reached that special place I opened my eyes to see her standing at the foot of my bed. Her eyes were transfixed on the events unfolding before her. My cum started to erupt spurting onto my chest and as it did our eyes met. There was a kind of longing in Mrs Miller's eyes or was I misreading the situation.
