Author's Note: While writing my true life story entitled "Her Name Was Ann", I began thinking about another older woman I had had an affair with when I was a teenager. So I figured I'd write a story about that relationship as well. So many years have passed that I forget the names of some of the folks in my stories; people who I swore I'd never forget, and that is the case here with this story. For the life of me, I cannot remember the first name of Mrs. Perkins. And while I always change the last names of people I write about, I have not to date, changed any of the first names. I tried in one story and found myself screwing up too much and typing in the real name instead of the fake name I had decided to use. I use the real first name of the participants in my stories as it is so much easier for me. So instead of making up a name for her, I opted to just call her "Mrs. Perkins".
In 1973 I was 18 years old and working at a grocery store called the "Warehouse Market" in east Tulsa. Grocery stores are great places to meet girls or women and I had many a sexual rendezvous with females I met at the store.
In the same shopping center was a small Mexican food joint called the "Taco Hut". I would pop in over there for lunch once in awhile, not because of the fine cuisine but mainly due to the cute girl that worked there named Debbie Perkins. She was younger than me but had a great body and a very pretty face. She was very petite at five foot tall with a dynamite ass, long light brown hair and dark brown eyes.
I was dating two or three other girls at the same time, mainly for sex, as well as having a steady girlfriend who eventually became my first wife. I was pretty busy with all the girls I was messing with plus working fulltime at the grocery store. But I could always find time for one more girl and Debbie would be just one more notch on my coup stick of conquests. Yeah, I was a real butthead back then. I guess I'd be what is called today as a "Player".
I won't go into how we got together as there is nothing unusual or sexy to tell. Suffice it to say Debbie liked me as well and we started messing around together. Sex though was not happening. Oh, I got to play with her titties and she'd suck my cock but that was it.
Debbie lived about a half mile behind the Warehouse Market. During the course of our relationship, I had started going over to her house to hang out when I was not working or didn't have some other extracurricular sexual activity to do. She had a younger sister, one older brother and of course her mom and dad. Her dad was a heavy equipment operator who was gone usually during the week on construction jobs out of town but would come home on the weekend to mainly sit around and drink beer. He was a friendly guy and seemed to enjoy life to the fullest. He would always ensure I had a beer in hand when I came over to visit and he was home, even though I was underage and would be driving his daughter around. Mrs. Perkins would drink a little with him but apparently she was not the drinking partner he wanted. Debbie's older brother worked with his dad so he too, was gone except for the weekends. He also would drink with us if he was home.
I soon was regarded as one of the family by everyone, especially Mrs. Perkins. She was small and petite like Debbie and wore those gawd-awful horn-rimmed glasses that had been so popular in the 1960's. In 1973 she was about 40 to 45 years old. Her petite body wasn't bad at all with a nice slim waist and small but perky looking breasts. I could see where Debbie got her fantastic ass as well as Mrs. Perkins had an ass you could definitely go to town on. Her only real negative quality was she was not a beauty queen. No, she was not homely or ugly; she just was rather plain and did not wear make-up and her hair was rather dead and frizzy. And those glasses really didn't help. Debbie obviously got her beauty from someone else in the family. Now hold on....I'm no "Shallow Hal" here. I don't judge a person just based on physical beauty. I just want you to get an idea of what she looked like. What she lacked in looks, she more than made up in personality. Mrs. Perkins was a hoot! Especially after she too, had downed a beer or two.
After a few months Debbie and I stopped dating. It was mainly my fault as I never took her anywhere except to go make-out somewhere. And while she was pretty, her blowjobs were terrible. She could not quite get the technique down of not using her teeth and if I did cum, she'd just let it shoot into the air and wouldn't swallow or clean up my cock with her tongue afterwards. Now some guys like that I guess but I am not one of them. And since we were not having sex, I was losing interest in her. I guess I am a
little
shallow after all.
After Debbie and I "broke up", I took a break from going over to her house. But soon I was back, hanging out with the family again. Debbie had started dating a guy who had been in my high school graduating class. I remember he would look at me weird when he would come over to pick her up and find me there with her parents drinking beer and having a good time.
One Wednesday I was off work and had no plans for the day. I was bored. All my girlfriends were busy, my buddies were busy and I sure didn't want to stay at home as I wanted to "get busy". I had not been over to the Perkins house in over a month so I thought I'd run over there and see what was going on and maybe have a beer or two with Mrs. Perkins as I knew she would be there alone as Debbie and her little sister would be in school and her husband and son would be in Arkansas working.
Mrs. Perkins was glad to see me. She had been ironing clothes and was ready for a break when I got there. She popped the top on a couple of beers and we sat down and talked as she watched some insipid soap opera on television and made small talk. As we chatted she began talking about needing to work in her vegetable garden that afternoon and asked if I would like to see how big it had got. Why not? I had nothing else to do so I told her I did.
We got up and went to patio door that lead to the backyard. She pulled the curtain to the side and as I stood over her, I leaned forward to look out the glass door at her garden as she talked about it. Remember I am 6"4" tall and wore cowboy boots so I towered over her small frame.
I was very close to Mrs. Perkins as I peered through the glass out at the garden and my hand came up and rested on her hip as I leaned over her to see what she was talking about.
Mrs. Perkins stopped talking and looked up at me. I could feel her eyes on me and looked down into her face and without thinking, lowered my lips and kissed her. There was no resistance, no pushing me away. Instead my lips were matched by hers and she was soon the aggressor in this unexpected kiss.
She turned her body around and wrapped her arms around my neck as she melted into me. Her kiss was hot and passionate and Mrs. Perkins was obviously hungry for something.
After a long wet kiss, our lips parted and she panted for breath, holding onto me tightly.
"Oh Rick", she said. "We shouldn't be doing this. But I need it so bad". She was hugging me tightly and I could feel her pelvis slightly rotating against me.
Well, I may have been only 18 but I wasn't stupid. I had an older woman in my arms who obviously wanted to fuck, or at the very least needed "a" fuck and my cock was getting hard at the excitement of what was happening. Well, I was just the young cowboy to ride this filly. I didn't say a word. I bent down and picked her up in my arms ala Rhett Butler from "Gone with the Wind" and carried her from the patio door to the master bedroom and deposited her on her marital bed. I climbed in next to her and we started to kiss again.
