This actually happened and remains the best sexual experience of my life.
'I could kiss you' said Barbara as she held my face in her hands and looked directly into my eyes. I had received a phone call from my neighbour, Barbara, five minutes before asking me to pop round and see her.
I had just turned 18, she was 39 and nearing 40 but she was, in my eyes, a real beauty. She had brown curly hair that fell to just past her shoulders, lovely green eyes that sparkled and a wonderful looking pair of breasts, a C cup. I knew her breast size as I had babysat for her children a couple of times before when she had to work of an evening and I had made use of the time by indulging in going through her underwear drawers, trying to imagine her in each silky item I fondled. I loved her satin and lace bra's, all C cups, and really enjoyed her satin slips.
Barbara had received a late call asking her to work that evening, she had to she needed the money and so she had called me to ask me to step in and sit for her two young boys, both of whom were asleep when I would get there and never wake till morning. I never used to accept money from her because she needed it and besides I always had fun with6 her lingerie in lieu of money anyway. So I agreed to help out with the cheeky reply 'you can if you like'. She laughed and asked me to come over at seven.
I went back home and started to imagine what lingerie I could play with tonight, and decided I might progress to touching her satin blouses she wore for her secretarial day job. I had a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for comfort and then prepared a quick meal for myself, my parents were away on holiday so I could eat rubbish for a time and so indulged in burgers and chips.
The time came to head next door to Barbara's so I slipped on my flip flops, tied my long hair into a pony tail and left for my evening of masturbation.
Barbara was ready to go as I arrived, she was working as a waitress in a nearby pub and was looking sensational in a white satin blouse, a black skirt and black stockings (well was sure I saw the outline of a suspender strap through her skirt), my cock then twitched as I saw a slight wisp of lace under the hem of her skirt, indicating that she was wearing a slip, a navy blue one. She saw me looking her up and down and struck a pose 'You like' she said. I could do very little more than nod and reply 'uh huh'. Barb smiled and said she had to go or she would be late 'what about my kiss' I asked feeling bold. Barbara giggled and kissed me on the cheek 'see you about eleven' she said 'help yourself to food and stuff', if only she knew what I planned to help myself to.
Hearing her leave I went to the sitting room and switched on the TV and decided to watch something for an hour to make sure she wasn't going to suddenly arrive home and catch me in her undies. An hour passed and I headed upstairs, nervous with excitement and worry in case one of the boys woke up. I entered her room and smelt her perfume in the air making me tingle and get even more excited. Laid out on her bed were the clothes she had worn during the day to her day job, a shiny cream coloured sating blouse with tiny flowers on and a black skirt. I picked it up and held it to my nose, the smell of perfume and a subtle odour of perspiration wafted up and sent my senses into overdrive, it was such a horny smell. I lifted my t-shirt over my head and rubbed the blouse over my chest letting a sleeve dangle down and glide over my bare thigh. My cock was like an iron bar and was itching for release, but just as I was about to I heard a stirring from down the hall, one of the boys had awoken. I quickly lay the blouse back on the bed and scarpered out of the room and crept my way back downstairs. For the rest of the night I was too nervous to go back up there and so by the time I heard the key in the door just after eleven I was really disappointed that I hadn't 'got off'.
Barb came into the sitting room and smiled at me 'how's everything been?' she asked with a slight trace of tiredness in her voice. 'Everything's been cool' I said wanting to tell her that I had missed out on cumming while holding her panties under my nose. She sat in an armchair opposite me and took off her shoes; she nodded when I asked her if she would like me to make her a coffee and then sunk back into the soft armchair and gave a sigh of relaxation.
I returned with two hot coffees and sat on the couch opposite her, we both looked in silence at the flickering TV, nothing was on just some crappy adverts, but then one came on to advertise a spray for tired feet. The ad was a cartoon of feet being hit by hammers and cut with saws and walking over stones and thorns 'That's just how my feet feel' said Barbara breaking the silence. I swallowed hard and my pulse quickened as I replied 'would you like me to rub them for you?'
Barbara was silent for about half a minute and I was sure my heart beat was echoing around the room, and then she replied 'yes, that would be lovely'. I couldn't believe my luck, I had long dreamt of just touching her and now I was going to get the chance to run my hands on her feet and ankles and maybe, if I was lucky, her calves.