The time between college and university
I had just finished college and was thinking of traveling a bit until I graduated and earning some money if possible, as it was still a few months away. So I had been traveling for about 10 days, currently in Idaho, when I arrived in the small town by bus in the evening and was looking for cheap accommodation. This time it seemed to be difficult, so I came out of the youth hostel disappointed that it was fully booked. I must not have been paying attention and so I walked straight into a woman of about 50, who was carrying several shopping bags. I did it so clumsily that she fell and the bags fell out of her hands, one filled with vegetables even broke. She looked at me angrily, and although I apologized immediately, her anger didn't seem to go away just like that. I collected the vegetables, but there was no room for them in the other bags either.
"I can put it in my backpack and bring it to your car," I stammered.
"And how do you get the vegetables from the car to the fourth floor of my apartment? No, you come with me and carry everything upstairs," she told me.
Then we stowed everything in my backpack, she hung the other bags on me and strutted ahead contentedly, while I followed her a little uncertainly. In the car, I told her that I had been a bit distracted by the fully booked youth hostel and whether she knew of a cheap guesthouse.
"We'll find a solution," she promised.
When we arrived at the apartment, she put everything away, then turned to me and said that she was going to cook and that she had a bed available for the night. I was very happy and dared to look at her properly for the first time. She was quite tall, strongly built and yes, her huge bust seemed to want to spill out of her blouse. I involuntarily noticed a tugging sensation in my abdomen, which brought me to my senses. If she had noticed my eyes, she didn't let on.
She said she would cook now, gave me a chopping board and some vegetables, and together we soon had a delicious dinner on the table. I kept glancing at her furtively, and as we were sitting opposite each other at dinner, my eyes kept being magically drawn to her bust. Nevertheless, we had a wonderful conversation. I came to know that her name was Ella, that she had built up a software company but had sold it last year and that she was now only doing what she liked to do. She also asked me about college, about starting university soon. And of course about girlfriends, so I couldn't hide the fact that I was relatively inexperienced in this area.
Suddenly, however, she looked at me sternly and asked, "Do you actually think it's appropriate to keep looking at my breasts? Do you really think a woman doesn't notice that?"
I blushed bright red, felt ashamed and stammered an apology, but she didn't seem to be appeased.
"Aren't you ashamed to stare at a woman so much older with barely concealed lust?"
I didn't know where to hide and she seemed to notice.
"Cowering won't work," she said. " If you want me to forgive you for your behavior, I want a straight answer".
I pulled myself together a little and began to speak quietly, "If I've hurt your feelings because I've behaved indecently, I'm very sorry and I want to apologize. But I think you're incredibly hot and I don't want to have to be ashamed for these feelings."
She laughed uproariously in response, although I wasn't sure if she wasn't laughing at me.
"Good, at least you're honest and that makes the apology easier. Get up and come here so I can see how honest you are."
Hesitantly, I stood up and scooped over to her. She had moved the chair so that I was now standing in front of her.
She looked at me and said, "Arms in the air."
As I did so, she unbuckled my belt in a few simple steps and pulled my pants and briefs down in one go. There I was, with my pants at my ankles and my hard-on sticking up, trembling slightly. Would she be completely annoyed now? Throw me out of the house immediately?
Instead, she seemed to really enjoy the situation. She thought I was a bit of a pervert, but that I could be useful sometimes.
She took my member in her hand, rubbed it up and down a few times and then said, "If you continue to be as honest as before, I won't be angry with you. Answer all my questions openly and I won't throw you out."
I breathed a sigh of relief when the first question came.
Would I find her breasts beautiful? Of course I said yes. Would I like to see them, would I like to touch them? I could only nod helplessly, but that seemed to be enough for her.
Then she took my balls in one hand, squeezed them a little, just so that it didn't hurt and continued, "I love having your balls in my hand. It makes them so beautifully vulnerable. That is a key for the most important question that comes now.