Author's note: I am a new writer, and thus feedback is greatly appreciated from those who enjoy/dislike my erotic tale.
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The upcoming Wednesday seemed promising, if only because my school was off and I had barely a single responsibility to fulfill for the day. Aside from sleeping, eating, and catching up on some good ol' television, the day was all mine. I had gotten up at around 10 o'clock, which was early by my standards.
I was a senior at my high school, an 18 year old guy with decent grades and looks that would sometimes cause heads to turn, but only sometimes. I guess you could say I was pretty average, 5'10, 160 lbs., decent build, but no eye-popping muscles. I had brown hair with blue eyes, and I had attracted more attention from the opposite sex ever since I had decided to let my hair grow as opposed to shaving it as was my previous style. I had fair skin that was very sensitive to the touch of the sun's rays, especially during the summer, not that I had to worry about that during the middle of February.
Upon completing my previous 'chores,' including watching and eating some cereal, I had decided to kick off my rare off day by actually doing something constructive and taking out the trash. I was still dressed in what I had slept in, which consisted of a pair of boxer-briefs and a beater. As I walked outside, the touch of the concrete on my bare feet caused me to shiver as chills ran up my body, for the temperature must have been about twenty degrees. My nipples immediately hardened through my shirt as I raced with the trash bags out to the curb.
Upon my arrival, I had noticed that my neighbor, a 44 year-old housewife, had just arrived home with a trunkload of groceries. Although I was in no state to mingle outside, I had decided to be a gentleman and offer this maturing lady my assistance in carrying the bags inside. I felt slightly awkward as a result of the way I was dressed, but a gentleman is on duty 24 hours a day. On the contrary, I probably should have let her do it herself, beings that she was fully clothed by a heavy winter overcoat that ran from her neck to her ankles. Nevertheless, I scampered in and out of her house about four times carrying as many groceries as I could handle in hopes of getting back to the warm comfort of my own home.
As I attempted to wish her farewell, she insisted on my acceptance of her offer to a cup of hot chocolate. Because I only wanted to get inside to warm my body, I took her up on her offer.
Her name was Susan. She was a married housewife with no children who had lived across the street from me all her life. She was about 45, a mature woman who had both flaws and upsides physically. Her teeth were stained a yellowish brown due to years of smoking, and her hair was dyed sort of an orange color. She had blue eyes and weighed about 180 lbs., although she was not fat because she stood at a solid 5'11. She had a nice pair of C cup breasts that I had fantasized about on a few occasions, but nothing serious.
I was still quite embarrassed by my current state of being, that of boxer-briefs and a tank top. Although my dick is and average 6.25 inches erect, it appeared substantially smaller with the cold, as my bulge was barely noticeable. Up until then, Susan and I had exchanged small talk about school, girls, and life in general. As she was preparing the hot chocolate, she had finally decided to take off her overcoat, a move in which I had greatly appreciated, due to my state of clothing. To my surprise, underneath she was merely dressed in her nightgown. As she explained, her overcoat covered her entire body, and thus there was no need to get dressed up to go grocery shopping.
