My mom had this good friend that went to the same church as us. Her and mother had been friend for years. She was a bank teller, or something to do with banking. She lived alone and was very active in a lot of the church ladies groups.
She must have been about 45 years young when this story took place. Elna was about 5' 7" tall and on the medium to thin build. That was except she had the largest set of breast for her build that I had seen so far in my young life. They must have been at least 36" with a "C" cup (just guessing at this point of the story as my only experience with breast sizes was with high school gals) Her butt was nice and firm with very sexy legs and her hair was a reddish blond.
I had just turned legal age for the state of Illinois back in 1963 when mother asked me to take Elna home after a Saturday evening of being over to our house for dinner and cards. This was about 9:00 PM and mom knew that I was going to be going out to the local drive in anyways so it would save dad a trip back into town.
I said "No Problem" and off we went. I had a 1962 Pontiac Tempest at the time, with a three speed transmission. It had a front bench seat and a floor shifter.
Elna sat on her side of the car and we talked about me working for my dad during the summer. Once we got to her place, she asked me to help carry a couple of things mom had sent home with her up to her second floor apartment. I grabbed the things and followed her up the steeps. Her legs were a great turn on for a young man.
She opened the door and asked me to set the things on the living room floor. As I was turning to leave she took my arm and stopped me and gave me a kiss on the side of the face. I smiled and said what was that for.
She told me it was for being a gentleman and helping her. That was the end of that trip, but I think she had further plans from the look in her eyes and the smile on her face.
About two weeks later mom asked me to go pick up Elna for dinner on a Wednesday evening as dad was gone on a business trip and she figured we should get together as mom say's "we all have to eat so we might as well do it together." I drove over to her apartment and waited a couple of minutes for her to come down. When she didn't, I went up to the door and knocked. She opened the door wearing a "house coat" (back them ladies call robes that) and asked me to come in while she finished dressing.
I sat on the living room couch and waited. She called out to me to come help her with something. I went to her bedroom door and asked what she needed. She opened the door and stood there in only her bra and panties. I backed up and hit the wall behind me with my head. She rushed out and asked if I had hurt my head. I said no and moved to the side of her. She took my arm and said to come in and sit down for a minute. After a couple of minutes she asked how my head was and then asked for help her with her dress. The zipper was stuck and would not go down so she could get it on. (The cleaners had damaged it) As I was working on the zipper she stood over my back and pressed her breasts into my shoulders. She them kissed my ear and turned my head so she could kiss my lips.
I looked up at her and put the dress on the floor and stood up. I turned around and looked her in the eyes and kissed her back. It was then that she looked down at my manhood and smiled. It was straining to get out of my pants and she could see that. She took one more look and placed her hand on it and rubbed it through my pants.