This is a true story set in the early to mid-1970s and is based on events related to me by one of the participants, and told from the males perspective. Enjoy it for what it is, a story about lust and longing and eventual release. Both characters are over the age of eighteen when things unfold and are willing participants to all that takes place.
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This is the story about my seduction of or, by Lesley, even today I'm not sure who seduced whom, but in the end, I know I was chasing her.
Lesley was ten to twelve years old than me and lived seven houses down the street with her husband in a marriage that was breaking down, so I felt no guilt about eventually committing adultery with her. The seduction was a long slow one that should and probably could have happened quicker, but the length of time it took made the eventual outcome and consummation that much better.
I first noticed Lesley properly a couple of years earlier when I joined the local Am/Dram group, at that time she was just another older but attractive woman in the cast, although she was rather forward and flirty with all the males apart from me and a couple of my mates. Even for her, at the age I was I was just about off-limits, but with any male of legal age it was full-on flirt mode, and she had a lot to flirt with, and at times it didn't end with flirting, or so the rumours went, but at that time not with me.
Lesley was five feet five inches of dynamite energy, with wavy, red hair, cut short to her head, not cropped, but tight and short, average face but with full luscious lips that begged to be kissed. Strong, shapely legs with firm thighs that could crush your back if she got a chance to wrap them around you. And a full, curvy, womanly figure, wide hips and largish but firm bum, narrow waist that only emphasised her full 38DD boobs. Even then to me, she was one hot package, but it was stolen looks and lustful longing only. Well, I was a male beginning to understand his sexual longings and preferences.
As I say, there was never any hint of what would come for the next two years, until I had just turned eighteen. Lesley then began to pay more attention to me when the cast socialised after rehearsals, I suppose it was natural for two reasons; one we were near neighbours and by now I had a car; and two I had started to mature, and I made it obvious that I was available for some uncommitted no-strings fun. I had just split up from with a girlfriend of six months standing. It had hurt me deeply, and it still does to this day as it was my first serious love affair. I was needy and vulnerable.
Anyway, Lesley had me as a blip on her radar now, it was an open secret that her marriage was heading for the rocks and that she was both available and willing to play around and was doing so with gay abandon. What started the whole affair was when we were cast opposite each other with minor parts in a production, my first talking part. Lesley suggested that I go around to her place one Saturday morning to get a bit of extra and private rehearsals together, as so far we had only done a couple of read-throughs.
I was more than willing, even then hoping that things would involve more than rehearsing, especial as there was a minor love scene between us!!!
When I rang her front doorbell I was surprised and shocked to find her husband answering it. Almost as shocked as he was to see a young and fit eighteen-year-old on his doorstep asking if his wife was in.
"Oh, high Colin," came a voice from down the entrance hall, "come in."
With that, her husband reluctantly moved aside letting me enter as Lesley continued, "David, Colin's come round to do some rehearsing as we are playing opposite each other, and to help me with my lines."
He didn't look convinced but didn't make any comment, sheepishly I went into the living room and unasked with the arrogance of youth confidently sat down on the sofa.
Lesley asked if I wanted a drink but I declined, then David said he had to go out to get the morning paper as it hadn't been delivered.
The front door slammed as David left, leaving me alone with his sexy and predatory wife. She was dressed in a mid-thigh mini-skirted kilt in red and black tartan, with a simple black blouse to contrast. I noticed that the top three buttons of her blouse were undone and showing more than a hint of cleavage, whilst the fabric was being strained by her generous boobs.
Lesley went into the kitchen and I made to follow her to ask her what was going on when she suddenly turned back and we met in the narrow passageway.
"I'm sorry, he wasn't meant to be here, he should be at work," she said softly, and as she made to push pass me I put a hand out to stop her, when she went to move the other way I did the same again, now she was trapped unable to move in either direction.
"What do you mean, and what are you playing at?" I asked.
"You know, I don't have to tell you do I?"
That was the only signal I needed to act. I moved my head lower and kissed her, pushing my tongue past her unresisting lips as she moved against me, kissing me back and moaned, long and deeply into my mouth. Crushing her full body against mine I felt those generous boobs flatten against my chest.
My hands were running up and down her body, but concentrating on feeling and cupping her bounteous breasts, noting the full weight of them. Lesley was kissing me back with a fierceness I had not encountered before, her hand had unhesitatingly dropped to my groin feeling the hardness of my cock under my jeans. She knew what she wanted and was used to getting it. As she did she let out another long loud moan, "Oh fuck, why is he not working."
Lesley undid the fly on my jeans, aggressively pushed her hand inside and got hold of my throbbing cock, pulling it out of my jeans and holding it between her thumb and forefinger slowly pulled on it, wanking me off, kissing me all the time.
Just as I slid a hand up her skirt she broke away saying., "No! I'm sorry we can't. It's just too risky. I've made a mistake, I'm sorry... I've led you on. We can't do this it's too risky. For you, not me."