Many thanks to Bryan to his kind editing work.
Last week I came across a photograph from a forgotten drawer in my room. It was a picture of me with a pretty lady somewhat older than myself.
The photo was taken a while back before I met my wife, when I was 20 years old.
My family owned a bungalow close to the sea and we spent our summers there.
That year my mom asked a married friend, Janice, to stay with us. She was about 7 years younger than my mom. They were work colleagues.
Janice wasn't what you might call 'hot' but actually I thought her none too shabby for an older woman. She was about 5 feet 6 in height, with a nice body and very cute. She looked great in a bikini. I'd met her before when visiting my mother's workplace.
Before our holiday I had been dating a girl for a few months but I'd broken up with her just before the start of Summer.
I really liked her and thought we were fine together, until I discovered she'd been fucking another guy behind my back.
When I got to the bungalow that first night, I dropped off my stuff in my bedroom and made small talk with my mom and Janice.
I asked when my dad was getting there and my mom said he was busy with work, but should be there the following week. Janice said her hubby couldn't make it due to his work commitments. Janice asked me about my girlfriend and when I told her she said she was feeling sad for me.
Even though it was late and getting dark I said I needed to get out in the fresh air and would go for a walk on the beach. I grabbed a blanket and set off.
I was walking towards the dunes when I heard Janice yell for me to wait up.
She asked if I wanted company and I said "sure". My mom had fallen asleep watching television and Janice had decided to catch me up.
She was wearing a zip up sweatshirt and shorts. I had a pullover, sweatshirt and gym shorts on.
We came to an open area in the dunes. Janice said it was somewhere we could stop and talk. I said okay, put the blanket out, and we sat down together in the moonlight.
We found it easy to chat together. After a while she asked if I was okay, we chatted about my ex, she mentioned she felt bad for me.
I noticed her zipper had lowered and could tell she didn't have a bra on. Her rather heavy boobs hung down free. They jiggled about as she moved. I had a bottle of water and she asked for a swig so I handed it to her and couldn't help staring at her chest as I did so.
She took the bottle and said, "Hey, you are staring down the front of my shirt."
I blushed with embarrassment and apologized. She said, "relax," and giggled.
I told her she looked really sexy. She said it was the moonlit.
She took another swig and put the cap on the bottle and laid it on the blanket.
She looked into my eyes and repeated that she felt bad about my breakup.
She gave me a hug and I leaned in and said thank you.
I needed this.
She kissed my cheek and suddenly slackened her grip on me.
I was startled, it was as if I'd done something wrong. I realised I had an erection. I couldn't do anything about it.
She looked down and saw that I had a tent in my shorts.
I was embarrassed and confused but I noticed she was sitting in such a way that her sweatshirt was giving me an unobstructed view of her breast. Her nipple was erect. That just made me harder. Even though it was night I could still see her pretty well.
She looked at me and started to talk again.
"You know I watched you grow up, you've become a good looking guy, I mean young man. Your ex must be an idiot. And I have to admit, when we hugged I felt horny. It looks like you did too."
Evidently, she was referring to the bulge in my shorts. She again looked down between my legs with a little laugh.
