I had been watching my mother's friend, Mrs. Ashlock, for many years. She was about forty-five with a face pretty enough for a movie star and a slender but voluptuous body that was the envy of her friends. I was what they call "sexually precocious," I guess. Women's bodies became an object of vague, unfocused but intense desire at about the age of seven. Photos in popular magazines such as hosiery and swimsuit ads drew my interest and caused an unidentified but pleasurable stirring in my chest. Janet Ashlock, however was real flesh and blood and was often in our home or we in hers.
Once, when the Ashlock's were visiting I was sitting quietly in a dark corner of the family room when my mother and Mrs. Ashlock came in. They were chatting excitedly about the vacation the Ashlock's had just returned from.
"And a lot of sun!" Mrs. Ashlock was saying, "just look!" She raised her skirt almost all the way up her thighs to display her tan. The sight of her long, sleek legs caused a rush in my blood that nearly tore my teen-aged head off. From that time forward, I dreamed of her, plotted to hang around her and schemed to see more of her lush body. I watched like a hawk for her to cross her legs so I could catch a glimpse of leg. I sidled around to peek between the buttons of her blouse at the curve of her tits. Later, I sort of outgrew those adolescent behaviors but I never lost the desire to see Janet Ashlock naked. When I was seventeen, the Ashlocks hosted a cookout and we all ended up swimming in their pool. Mrs. Ashlock wore a conservative one-piece tank suit but I still had to stay in the water most of the evening to hide my excitement. When I was eighteen, I got the chance for more--- much, much more!
She called one day and asked me to help her move furniture so she could paint and paper her living room. It was a hot day; she was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of tailored shorts that left her legs bare --- short shorts. They were still long, still sleek and still tanned and if they seemed heavier and rounder with a little more soft feminine flesh than they had that day in the family room, that made them all the more compelling and desirable and much sexier. I began to get hard at the first sight of them.
We moved the recliner to the next room, then continued to move furniture out of the living room. As I was attempting to place a heavy end table in the hallway she took hold of it to help me set it down and pressed one of those big soft tits hard into my left biceps. It turned me on like a light! After that, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her figure --- the shorts clung to her bottom every time she bent over and the curve of her cheeks were clearly visible to my delighted gaze.
After about three hours, we were both warm and glad to see the end of the work. She asked if I would like a beer, which I gladly accepted. I yearned to stay for more. Her nipples were pressing hard against the tee shirt. I was dizzy with desire and couldn't believe my luck when she invited me to stay for lunch. She made some great sandwiches and we talked and laughed as we ate and drank beer. When she was finished she pushed her plate back, placed her forearms on the table and rested both tits on them. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra.
She suggested that we move to the living room where sat sort of sideways on the sofa so we could face each other and had another beer. She looked down at my cock, and grinned; she could see the bulge in my jeans.
She smiled, "Why David!" she said, "apparently I haven't tired you out enough!"
There was something in her smile and her voice that encouraged me so I screwed up my courage. "I've known you since I was a kid," I said, "and had many a fantasy about you."
"I didn't know you had those feelings for me, David." She crossed her legs and the shorts rode up a little revealing the soft under curve of her thigh. I didn't bother to pretend not to look.
"I've always had feelings where you are concerned," I confessed.
"What would you like to do about it?" she asked, the smile still in place.
"I've wanted to make love to you ever since I found out what it means."
"I'm surprised, David! I thought I was too old to be considered hot by a young man of your age." I could see that she was pleased with my confession. She placed her arm along the back of the sofa and leaned toward me, her back arched to press her tits against the tee shirt. Her nipples were rigid. I gazed openly at them.
"Nope!" I said, "you're hotter than any girl in my class --- or anyone else that I know for that matter."
Again, she looked down at my growing bulge and said, "So I see". She moved toward me on the sofa till our knees were touching, then let her hand trail slowly up my jeans and pressed softly on my cock. I couldn't suppress a gasp at the unexpected touch.
"Does this bother you, David?" she asked softly? "Do you want me to stop?"
"No --- no --- I ---" She moved closer and took my wrist in her other hand, drew it toward her and placed my hand flat on top of her thigh. It felt warm and soft and slightly moist. It was heaven! I squeezed lightly, then harder. I
moved my hand boldly higher till it rested against the edge of her shorts, her flesh was softer there; my knuckles brushed against the fabric between her legs.
She closed her fingers on the bulge, looked up and smiled into my eyes. My heart began to pound. "Can you be discreet, David?" she asked softly, her eyes directly into mine, "I'd like very much to give you what you want, to fulfil your fantasy but you mustn't tell anyone. Can it be just our secret?"
"Sure!"
"Good!" she said and leaned forward. She took my face in her hands and kissed me lightly on the lips. "We can have a lot of fun and --- pleasure, David. Now and --- anytime we want to. Does that suit you?"
"Y-yes!" I managed to stammer and cursed my voice for sounding dry and scared.
"Come with me, then," she said softly.
She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Don won't be home till late tonight," she said, "and there is no one else here." We faced each other, my hand still in hers. I could feel her fingers massaging mine encouragingly. Her other hand went back to my hard-on and stroked softly. "Would you like to remove my top for me?" she asked. I nearly fell down with joy.
