The more I knew Mrs. Smith, the more I liked her, her gentle straight approach, her sense of humor, her loving demeanor, her distinguished bearing. Also the more I felt aroused by her, and also the more it became difficult to hide my desire.
I loved the way her rear end bounced while she was walking. could not tire of watching these huge hips and buttocks, especially when moving. I loved the way this same rear end would expend under her while she sat down, the way it softened her weight like a huge cushion. I loved looking at her legs underneath her dress and catching sight of her large white calves. I loved trying to figure out the extend of her boobs.
I also loved our afternoons together, me working at the fancy dinner table while checking on her figure lying on the reclining chair in front and not far from me. Sometimes she would even bend over in front of me to adjust something on a low table, oblivious of her guest, ready to explode with lust at the sight of her exposed huge rear less than five feet away.
Once in a while she would leave me to get to "her quarters". Those quarters were starting at a door on the opposite side of the room in the corner away from the kitchen. She would open the door and close it behind her, having shown me only a dark hallway. This was rather strange, as the hallway was definitely out of the bounds of the main house. I later looked out and could see another one story building on the North West side.
One afternoon as I was complementing her on her house, she asked me if I wanted a visit.
- With pleasure!
We first went down the hallway, passed the bathroom that I knew so well on the left; and stopped at a mid size room in the south East corner where she was welcoming her friends for tea or card parties.
As we went down to the basement she took my hand as a way for me to help her. The stairs started from the entrance, on the left when you entered the house, running parallel to the hallway. The full basement was fully finished with high windows on all sides and a full door on the other side of the house. There were three decent size rooms, a small kitchen, a living-room and a wide bathroom. Even with all the windows, with the dim light provided by a December afternoon it was not very light there, and Mrs. Smith had, maybe on purpose, not turned the lights on. This was giving our visit, a sense of conspiracy; increased by the fact that Mrs. Smith was taking my hand again after letting it go to enter a room. As we walked we would get closer and away, my front touching her side, chest against shoulder, belly against the side of her breast, crotch against hip, the back of my hand touching her hips, and again closer and away while keeping this link between us, in an accordion like fashion. This was incredibly arousing.
We continued our visit by climbing the stairs starting close to the wall separating kitchen and living room. Four large rooms and a full bathroom. As we entered the last room, the one facing west, the winter sunset was magnificent on the snowy hills. She asked me to come to the window with her, then stood there and put her arm on my shoulders, pulling me gently down and towards her, bringing our eyes to the same level; directing my eyes towards the view as she was telling me how much she liked it. This was making me bend down in a kind of an unbalanced way, so I decided, very matter of fact, to support myself by putting my arm around her waist, letting it rest on her rump with my hand placed on the top of her hip, slightly moving my fingers to get more feel from her fleshy upper buttock.
Our foreheads and cheeks were almost touching. I could feel her sweet breath and could see her chest rising and going down; her left breast was pushing on my side. She was wearing sleeves cut at mid arm size; and I was feeling on my skin her heavy yet very soft upper arm on my neck. Finally we both turned our heads at the same time towards each other and we looked longingly and almost kissed like two young lovers realizing their love. After one second of this and as our lips were getting very close, somehow both of us woke up at the same time and we quit the embrace, pretending that everything was normal and nothing was happening. I think the intensity of our looks had scared us both. This was a lot more powerful than the good night friendly kiss on the lips she had given me at Thanksgiving.
We went back down without holding hands and the visit ended there. I don't think her "quarters" were in the program anyway but she didn't volunteer a visit and I didn't ask.
I played this scene in my mind so many times...
- our lips meeting in a long wet kiss, then us slowly sitting down on the bed behind us, kissing, touching each other...
- me turning around to face her side, kissing her and lifting her skirt to grab both crotch and ass while pushing my manhood against her thigh...
- us kissing and hugging tight in a very romantic kiss to finally take off our clothes, each going on each side of the bed, getting under the covers and meeting in the middle of the bed...
I would also try to touch her in all sorts of ways... her shoulder, her back, the middle of her back, her thigh as we were sitting down for lunch or for tea on the couch. She didn't seem to mind at all actually; and she was touching me in the same way; which I would recall in my solitary nights.
Hugs were also great as I mentioned already several times. Every time I was trying to make a different one, pressing a different part of my body against a different part of hers, touching a different part of her back with my hands, pressing my lips against her cheeks, her lips, her neck, even the beginning of her ear lobe. At the same time I was trying to "measure" her in my mind so I could bring back her full volume in my wet dreams later.
So the more I knew her, the more I felt constantly aroused by her. I was going back to my room fantasizing of ways we could be together, imagining her in all sorts of ways. I was finishing any kind of situation which could have led to a physical encounter. If she had touched my thigh at the kitchen table, I would dream that she would leave it there and keep going, exploring closer to my dick, and then massaging it, then opening the zipper to get it out and pressing on it, then kneeling in front of me, putting it in her mouth and ... After hugs I would later see us pressing and pressing against each other, with both our hands getting under each other's underwear, kissing deep tongue, starting to undress each other and running to the sofa...
Unfortunately this was getting to be a turning point for me, especially the visit upstairs. Little by little I was becoming nervous around her even though I wanted so much to just be there and relax.
It was more and more difficult to restrain myself, to hide or stop my erection. This erection was a major problem; at least it was not exposed outside the pants as it was in 16th century Europe. Similar to Pavlov's dog, as soon as I was reaching her street, I would immediately get a hard-on. So I had to look at my physics book while walking the last steps, to get my dick almost back to normal and be able to give her a hug without it being at the ready. Still my hugs were getting more and more distant.
I also was afraid that I would lose it one day... put my hand further up on her thigh; or grab her fat tits from behind. So I had to back down and really watch myself.
As a result I became more and more uncomfortable around her. Even the Kepler laws in the physics book were not working and I started to give her hugs from far away.
