Eighteen is a wonderful age for a man. It's the time when he can walk into a store and buy cigs without worry of being "caught". It's the age when he can look at as many sexual things that he wants, legally. It is also the time when he becomes legal, himself. This age was no different for me. It marked my entry into legal manhood, as well as, sexual manhood.
It all started, a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was still living at home with my parents, and I had a girlfriend. I was not sexually starved because she would give it to me anytime I wanted. She wasn’t a slut or a whore, she was in love and her hormones were just as raging as mine. The only problem was, one just wasn’t enough.
I looked at all the women in my life with a sexual interest. I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard, I longed to screw my friends at the mall (where I worked), I fantasized about a girl I knew at the restaurant I ate at, I even wanted to fuck one of my girlfriend’s friends and one of my girlfriend’s relatives. Celebrities couldn’t escape my thoughts, either.
Was I a horny bastard? I don’t think so. I think, I was just a very sexual man with needs that had to be fulfilled. But, little did I know, that everyone I listed above had needs of their own. Needs, that I could help with. That’s why the age of eighteen, was a wonderful age for this man.
The Neighbor’s Tan
As I said above, I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard. Not in a voyeuristic way. Since she was a friend of the family, she had no problem letting me come over and talk to her while she tanned, But, of course, my mind was never on the conversation at hand.
My sexual friendship with her started a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was taking a walk when I saw her tanning in her backyard. She saw me first though, and gave me a wave. I waved back and considered it an invitation to come over and gawk or talk or whatever the hell you want to call what I did.
She was about 5’5’’, brown hair, a little bit overweight from not moving while she laid out in the sun all day (but that just made her more curvaceous). She was beautiful at forty-five, a divorced mother, and was the basis for some of my fantasies, and the cause for the erection that I was soon to get in moments to come.
“Hi, Ben.”
“Hey, Ms. McGill. How’re you doing?”
“Oh, I’m doing good. Just working on my tan.”
And she was, too. She was wearing a red one piece that didn’t show anything except legs and cleavage. Her getting a tan was truly a job requiring the term “working”.
“Well, you’re never going to get a tan that way.”
“What do you mean?”
“ I mean, you’re wearing a one piece that’s not exposing anything to the sun. Isn’t it a little hard to get a tan this way. Shouldn’t you have something different for this?”
It was obvious that she had never really thought about it and had just worn what she had out of decency.
“I don’t have anything else.”
“Maybe you should go buy you a two piece or something of that nature.”
“I think I will.”, she hesitated and spoke again, “You seem to be an expert on this sort of thing. Do you want to come with me?”
No on you, I thought.
“Sure, just let me call my parents, while you get dressed.”
We walked into her house and I made a beeline to the phone. As I was telling my parents that I was going to the mall with Mrs. McGill, I saw her walk out of her bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her. I hung up the phone just before she passed by me.
“ I have to wash off this suntan lotion before we go.”
The thought alone that she was naked underneath that towel started my hardness to grow. I could see the same things I could when she had on her one piece, but it still turned me on. I guess it was the knowledge that the towel wasn’t as secure.
She walked on into the bathroom and I waited on the couch for her. In fifteen or so minutes, she was ready.
The car ride over there was short. We had the radio on and didn’t talk any, which got my mind to thinking. I looked over at her and realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I suppose, she thought that since she was going bikini shopping it was useless. Only problem is, she has 38 D breasts and going without a bra is very noticeable.
We got to the mall and went into a store that sold bikinis. I looked around for one that was revealing of her skin, but not my intentions. I found a navy blue string-like bikini that I found appropriate for the situation. She said that she would try it on and went back into the changing area.
