It all began in the summer that I turned twenty-one. Well the actual sex part of our affair began that summer. The beginnings of what happened that summer started three years before. During the summer I graduated high school at eighteen.
Cathi lived next door to my parents. She and her husband Paul had moved in several years before. Paul worked for Pan-Am in the air freight section of the airline. Paul worked the evening shift; and because the airport was quite a distance. He would often leave for work by mid-afternoon.
Cathi was in her late-forties, she was originally from Scotland. She spoke with a heavy Scottish accent. Cathi and Paul were both fairly heavy drinkers. They eventually bought one of the liquor stores in town. Thinking they would run it after Paul retired from Pan-Am.
Our town hadn't been touched by urban sprawl yet. So most houses sat on acre plus lots that were heavily wooded. My parent's house was no different. My father had cleared the yard between the neighbors and our house. My parents had planted a large vegetable garden there.
My brother and I both raced Motocross. And years before our father had poured a large concrete pad. Where we could work on or wash our cars and motorcycles. The concrete pad was behind the house, but off to the side near the garden.
So, often times while my brother and I would be washing our motorcycles after racing on Sunday. Cathi would make her way into our yard while we were out there. Most times she was dressed in tight shorts and a button down shirt. That she tied off just above her navel.
So the summer I turned eighteen, and through the summers until I turned twenty-one. Cathi's behavior always remained the same.
During the early summer when I turned twenty, I had met a girl named Karen. My girlfriend Karen and I had quite an active sex life as often as we could. In fact she was probably the most sexual adventurous woman I've ever known.
But I was very naive about the sexual appetites of mature women. But that was all to change, very soon.
One summer afternoon I was outside changing the oil in my car when Cathi showed up in the yard. In her heavy Scottish accent and slightly slurring her words; she told me that there was a leak in her house. She asked me if I could take a look at it and possibly fix it. I told her that as soon as I was done I'd gather up some tools and be over.
So as soon as I finished, I grabbed a few tools and went next door. I went to the front door and rang the doorbell. She answered the door and said "Are you stupid! The neighbors can't see you coming in the front door. Go around the fence to the back door."
I was a little pissed off and considered brushing the whole thing off. After all I was going over the fix something in her house. But I did as she asked and went to the sliding door in the back.
Cathi met me at the back door muttering something under her breath. She smelled of perfume, perspiration and alcohol. I asked her "Where is the leak?" She grabbed my cock through my shorts and said "Right here!"
