Simon found that he was still shaking long after Mrs Connor had left his side. His mouth was dry and his chest felt tight. His pulse throbbed when he recalled the older ladyâs gentle stroking of his firm young cock and he wondered at the way his fear and trepidation had simply melted away under her experienced hand.
His mind whirled as he remembered her praise when heâd finally ejaculated. He hadnât been expecting anything except disgust at his youthful enthusiasm but instead, sheâd seemed surprisingly impressed. âWhat did she mean âŚâŚâŚ..are my reactions really perfectly normal, like she said... would she have gone further and sucked me off?â
He also thought about Mrs Brady next door, dressed only in her bikini, who first prompted him to masturbate himself in front of his mirror. Heâd often wished that she would go further one day, maybe going topless thinking that she wouldnât be seen. Images of a less careful Mrs Brady reclining totally nude outdoors made his heart skip a beat and an erotic combination of images flashed through his mind.
This time he didnât have to imagine having his first intimate experience with a woman. A brief reminder of the soft feminine hand on his member earlier that day started Simon attempting to re-capture that special feeling. It wasnât quite the same but he tried his best to imagine it was Mrs Connor as he stroked himself off to another, though this time less spectacular ejaculation.
Later, having showered, Simon thought about the forthcoming eveningâs arrangements. He came very close to calling it off but, swallowing hard, he steeled himself to the fact that this was something he really wanted to do. He had often wondered what he should do if ever confronted by just such a situation and he wondered if he could persuade Mrs Connor to actually get naked with him this time.
The tension continued to grow as he waited and several times he almost made the call to cancel, once actually getting as far as dialling the number before quickly aborting the call. He had to go through with it. Did she really mean what she said about giving him more experience?
Finally he heard the sound of a key in the door and the familiar sound of Mrs Connorâs voice calling out to greet him. Now it was too late to cancel and he swallowed hard as he rose to meet her.
At first, he found it difficult to look at her, but when he did he saw that she had really made an effort. He couldnât remember ever seeing her in full makeup before and he found it exciting that she was wearing it just for him. He recognised the perfume she was wearing as being the same one his Mother wore whenever she was going out on a special occasion and this, in turn, made him feel both grown-up and special.
As he stepped back from pecking her on the cheek he saw that she was also wearing a white, silk blouse that accentuated the huge swell of her breasts and made his heart leap. He observed also that she was carrying a small plastic shopping bag and his curiosity immediately arose as he noticed a few leather items inside it, up near the brim. Mrs Connor noticed Simonâs interested look and, before he could speak, she changed the subject. âDo I look okay to you dear, dressed the way I am?â
Simon grinned happily. Somehow her smile had made him feel more at ease. He allowed himself to take a proper look at her outfit and noticed she was wearing a tight black skirt with a long split up the side and high heel shoes. Her nylon clad legs looked more enticing than he had ever remembered from before.
Mrs Connor was not a slim lady, but not exactly fat either. Well-endowed or full-figured would be kinder ways of describing her. She was, however, slightly taller than average and despite being somewhere in her sixties; she looked fit, healthy and full of life.
The reason Simon had never considered her body in the same light as he had with, say, Mrs Brady was, he realised, probably due to the way the two ladies normally dressed. Today, Mrs Connor had dressed how the younger Mrs Brady normally would and Simon had to admit that he found the effect amazing. âYou look lovelyâ he breathed, âI never realisedâŚ.â his voice trailed.
âOooh come hereâ Mrs Connor responded girlishly, âIâve wanted to give you a big hug all afternoonâ and taking the youth into her arms she squeezed him tightly to her in a huge embrace. Simon grinned, but could think of nothing to say and so he just returned the hug, enjoying the warm clean smell of her neck and the fragrance of her perfume.
As they hugged, he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and the inside of his arms. They felt much larger and firmer than he had thought they were and he realised all at once that he really didnât know too much at all about Eileen Connor, in spite having lived right next door to her for the majority of his life.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a wispy black satin garment that trailed into his view from the very top part of her bag. It looked like she might even be considering staying overnight he thought and his mind raced. He really didnât have a clue just what her intentions were but then, as if reading his mind she whispered into his ear, âI promised Iâd make dinner didnât I?.... but, do you knowâŚ.Iâm really not that hungry at the moment, are you?â
âNot reallyâ Simon replied cautiously, more curious than ever both about the bagâs contents and the eveningâs activities to follow but too timid to ask.
âMaybe we need to work up an appetiteâ she murmured, âWhat do you think?â
Simon shrugged and, as Mrs Connor laughed and turned her face up towards his their lips met and they kissed gently, just holding their lips and their bodies tightly together. After a moment, Mrs Connorâs firm hand dropped to Simonâs bottom and she gently squeezed it. His cock reacted immediately and she broke free of the kiss, smiling at him with an all-knowing facial expression.
âWell, I can see youâre getting rather anxious to start your first lessonâ she grinned, moving her hand to lightly squeeze the growing bulge in his pants. âWhy donât we go upstairs to your room and make ourselves more comfortable?â she continued and, without waiting for a response, she took his hand and led him to the stairway.
At the foot of the stairs she glanced back and suggested he follow her from three steps behind. âMy husband always insisted on following me up the stairs for some reasonâ she giggled, âI wonder if you will be able to tell me why later on?â