Events in people's lives form the individual they are today. Such was the adoration I had for an older woman who lived next door.
I dropped my shirt to the floor, knowing what I wanted to do, but not knowing exactly what to do next. I definitely wanted to see her as naked as I was, but I must have hesitated as I reached for her blouse. She leaned towards me again and uttered those special words that I will never forget, "Go ahead".
I finally mustered up the courage to reach down and pull her shirt the rest of the way off her shoulders as she was leaning forward and Margie tossed her bra across the room. I was naked. She was naked. I was trembling. She was calm as a cucumber when she said, "Just relax".
Once again, her experience takes over and she simply pulls me down to lie upon her. I can still remember the feel of her hard nipples on my chest, her pubic hair rubbing on my dick. Time again turns to slow motion as I feel her reach between us and we stare into each other eyes as Margie draws my cock up between her pussy lips.
I know in the back of my mind that this is going to be over before it really gets started. Sure enough, within a couple of strokes, I begin to shudder and she squeezes me at the base of my cock and stops my flow. I moan in discomfort as I feel my dick pulsing for release. She clutches me tightly with her one free arm and both legs as she pulls me down to kiss her, and I feel her rubbing me against her body as we kiss. I feel the sensation, but it is not what I normally feel when I cum. I pull back and start mumbling an incoherent apology when she says "Get up". She never lets go of my cock.
There are times of sadness in our lives and I was experiencing the epitome of embarrassment. I had my chance and 'blew it'. She could see I was ready for the floor to open and swallow me right there on the spot when she stood up to console me. For the first time, I was so ashamed I could not look her in the eyes.
Standing there still holding my cock she said, "Steve. Hey, I know. It's okay. Don't worry, you're still ready for me. Look!" I looked down and sure enough, my cock was crimson red where she held the blood in it and hard as a rock. I was still unsure, until she reached up to pull my face to hers and kissed me as we stood there in the living room. "It's really okay", she said as she broke the kiss then let go of my dick and grabbed my hand. She once again started pulling me down to the couch.
Just as Margie sat down she must have changed her mind. Looking back on it, she probably was trying to stall to allow me time to 'cool off'. "Let's go where there's more room," she said as she stood and led us to the spare bedroom. I remember shaking like a leaf as we walked down the hall and stood there beside the bed. She threw her arms around my neck and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss me. She then said, "Don't move" and ran out of the room.
When she returned, she had the clothes and shoes we had scattered all around the couch. Once she dropped them in the chair, she turned and stood there looking at me. I am not sure what she was thinking, but I knew right then that the vision before me would be burned in my memory forever. Every time I see a movie where a woman stands and then slowly crosses the bedroom, it reminds me of Margie. She was making her way towards me and the room seemed to grow in distance as I could hardly wait to feel her body against mine once again.
Once she reached me, she said, (Yep, she actually said it!), "Now, where were we?" She took my hands and placed them on her body. My hands obviously had a mind of their own as they gravitated to her tits, when she threw her arms around my neck again and pulled me to her lips once more.
Once again, memory fails me as I am not sure if it was me pulling, or her pushing, but we effortlessly backed me up until I felt the bed against the back of my legs. We broke the kiss and I made the mistake of looking up.
I could actually see my house next door through the bedroom shades. I suddenly became nervous all over again as she turned to see what I was looking at. She once again gave me a quick kiss and broke our embrace. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind and I suppose she could read them all. She turned, closed the blinds completely and putting one hand on my chest, pushed me back onto the bed.
