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I must have been about 16 or 17 when I first met Kelly after she started working at the youth drop-in center where I spent a lot of time hanging out with my friends. She was about 24, tall and brunette and I was quickly infatuated. In addition to the physical attraction, I liked Kelly because she didn't treat me like a kid. We could sit and have real conversations about real things and I felt like she appreciated my maturity and respected my intelligence. I never got the feeling, though, that she was ever thinking, "If only he was older..." or anything like that. Let's just say I knew she liked me, but I was also confident that she didn't like me "in that way." I'm sure when I assured her I'd be back to marry her after I graduated from college, she was probably hoping she wouldn't be desperate enough to actually wait for me.
Over the next year or so, we became friends to the level that I knew where she lived and had been to her apartment, but I didn't know her phone number, and occasionally we would go out socially, but never just the two of us. I remained infatuated but never lost touch with the reality of our situation and appreciated the relationship I was able to have with her. I never expected her to feel comfortable dating someone 7 years her junior but, as my 18th birthday approached, I wondered whether my becoming "legal" might remove any taboo about other potential involvement. I thought about it a lot as my birthday came and went and finally decided that if anything was to happen between us, she would have to initiate it or I'd risk screwing things up between us. What I could do, though, would be to give her ample opportunity for initiation.
My plan proved harder to implement than I'd anticipated. For her to initiate anything, we'd have to be alone in a private setting which, unfortunately, was a situation we rarely found ourselves in. The only potential scenarios I could come up with took place either in my car, in her car or at her apartment, the latter being preferable. I decided I'd have to be somewhat aggressive in creating an opportunity for her. I figured I could start dropping in unexpectedly at her place and hope that I'd eventually find a night that she was home but her roommate wasn't. The luck o' the Irish must have been with me as I ended up hitting pay dirt on my first visit.
It was a Friday and I'd waited until after 8 pm figuring if she or her roommate had plans, they'd be gone by then. I pressed the buzzer on the intercom not expecting a response and was pleasantly surprised after a moment to hear "Who is it?" It sounded like Kelly's voice, but I couldn't be sure through the intercom. I identified myself and she said she'd be right down. I heard her coming down the stairs and heard her undo the deadbolt, then the door swung open. She stood there in sweatpants, a white t-shirt and an unzipped hoodie. It didn't look like she had big plans for the night. She asked what I was doing and I told her I was just stopping by. She invited me in, closed and deadbolted the door and headed up the stairs ahead of me.
The hoodie was short enough that I was able to watch her ass all the way up the stairs as I followed her. I resisted the strong urge to whip down her sweatpants and bite her on the ass and instead wondered what kind of panties she might be wearing, if any. We went into her living room where the TV was on and a can of Diet Coke and a quart of ice cream with a spoon stuck in it stood on the coffee table. She offered me a drink and I declined so we sat down on the couch. As was typical with us, we eased right into conversation and, after a few minutes, I picked up the ice cream and took a few bites. As Kelly got comfortable, her hoodie opened enough that I could tell she was braless under her t-shirt. I fished out a good sized bite of ice cream and leaned over to feed it to her. As she ate it, I asked what was next on the agenda for her obviously action-packed evening.
"I was thinking bubble bath," she told me. I adopted a pensive expression and tried to appear like I was contemplating a major decision.
"What?" she asked with a quizzical look on her face.
"I'm trying to figure out what would be more enjoyable," I said, "watching you taking a bubble bath or actually participating in it." I figured she'd tell me that I'd just have to imagine both because I wouldn't be doing either, but her response surprised me.
She thought for a minute herself then said, "Well, for me, I think I would get more out of having you participating."
I tried to hide my shock and said, "Hmm, really?" not sure if she was just yanking my chain.
"Sure," she said, "I'm not much of an exhibitionist, so having you watch wouldn't do as much for me as actually having your hands on me. And I am feeling particularly horny."
My dick was already getting hard when she stood and took the ice cream from my hand. She set it down on the table and took my hand, pulling me toward the bathroom. She flipped on the light in the little room and, pulling the shower curtain aside, leaned over to plug the drain and turn on the water. I just stood there staring at her ass as she opened a bottle and poured some liquid into the tub, instantly creating suds. She turned back to me and pulled my t-shirt over my head. As she tossed it behind me, my hands were on her hoodie, pushing it down her arms and exposing her hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her white t-shirt. I could see the faint outline of her areolas and, as I reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, I leaned down to take a nipple between my lips and flick it with my tongue through the material.
I released her nipple as I pulled her t-shirt up over her head, freeing her beautiful tits standing young and firm on her chest. Tossing the t-shirt aside, I leaned down again to lick and suck her bare nipples as a small sound escaped Kelly, letting me know that what I was doing was appreciated. My hands were on her hips and, after a moment or two, I dropped to my knees and, placing a kiss below her belly button, pulled her sweatpants and panties down her legs. She stepped out of both as I stared at her pussy, which was covered with close-cropped brown fur.
I tossed her clothing behind me and stood, my hands going back to Kelly's waist and hers going to the button of my jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them and, as she slid them and my briefs down, dropped to her knees as well. My cock sprung out and, although it was at about eye level as she helped me out of my remaining clothes, she didn't touch it, only looked it over. She stood and indicated I should get into the tub, which I did, reclining against the far end, my erection hidden by the suds. Kelly leaned over, her big breasts swinging, and turned the water off then stepped into the tub, one foot on either side of me.
She reached under the suds as she lowered herself down, found my cock and guided it into her hot, wet pussy. Gripping the sides of the tub, she raised herself up and down on my rock hard cock while I played with her tits. It was apparent from the noises that she was making that my cock was giving her both pleasure and satisfaction. At 18 years old, you wouldn't expect that I'd be able to last very long with a hot woman and her hot pussy bouncing up and down on me, but somehow the bathwater or the position or something allowed me to keep up with her. Actually, maybe it was because I kept pinching myself, still not believing that I was really naked in a tub getting fucked by Kelly, the object of my desire.
As she rode me faster and harder, waves began lapping at the sides of the tub and bubbles floated into the air. She paused to adjust her position slightly, settling from her feet onto her knees and leaning forward more. This put her sweet titties in tongue range, so I began lapping at them and sucking her nipples as she slid forward and back on my cock. This position change must have made quite the difference because suddenly Kelly was much more vocal and pretty soon she was moving at an increased pace. My hands were sliding up and down her sides and over her ass as I kept working on her nipples with my mouth and tongue. Amazingly, as she approached a massive orgasm, I was no closer to one myself. I felt as though I could have fucked her all night, I didn't know why and I wasn't worried about it. Water was splashing and suds were flying as she slammed herself back on my cock harder and faster. Finally, she practically growled as she came, slowing her motions and riding out her orgasm.
When she stopped moving, she opened her eyes and smiled, then, rising slightly, reached beneath her and grasped my still hard cock. She stroked it for a moment then, still gripping it, asked me to stand. I slid out from under her and stood before her, feeling the cool air on my wet skin. I watched as her head moved forward, her mouth opened and my cock disappeared into its warm depths. The contrast of her hot mouth and the coolness of my wet skin was intense and the mysterious staying power I'd experienced laying in the tub quickly evaporated. I could feel her tongue pressing against the underside of my member as her lips slid up and down and experienced a feeling of intense pleasure building as well.
She released my cock from her mouth and gripped it in her fist, pumping it, as she licked my balls and gently took each one into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She then took my balls in her hand and gently caressed them while her mouth returned to my prick. Once again the heat of her mouth after the cool bathroom air felt fantastic and I knew I'd be cumming soon. My fingers were running through her thick brown hair and my hips were pushing toward her face as I felt my orgasm building within me. Finally, with one more pass of her warm, wet mouth, my cock swelled and exploded, shooting cum down her throat. Kelly swallowed every drop then released my shrinking prick and smiled up at me.
She invited me to sit again and leaned against me as I reclined against the end of the tub. We relaxed in the tub as the water cooled and the bubbles dissipated, but we were far from finished. My arms were resting on the sides of the tub and hers were on my knees, my legs coming up under her armpits. I moved my arms and draped them over her shoulders, my hands covering her breasts. Her nipples were still hard and I felt them against my palms, so I stroked them lightly. Kelly moaned softly and ran one of her hands between her legs. I leaned forward and began kissing her neck and reached down to take over stroking her pussy for her. She maneuvered to her right and turned her head back toward me and our lips met for the first time.
