I worked for a couple of years at a pharmacy in the sixties. Oh, it was considered a cool job but I never was really into pills, although all my friends envied me. No, it was just another delivery job but at least you got a chance to get out of the store for a while. You are always hearing about delivery men ending up getting laid but that never happened to me.
No, I was just a young, nineteen year old virgin who seemed to end up dating girls who were determined to remain chaste until they married. So yes, I was horny.
For fun, I played guitar in a rock and roll band. "Pot Luck" we were called and we did the usual gigs. Frat parties, Jewish community centers, whatever. We did long "Psychedelic" songs like "Mister you're a better man than I" and "Up in her room." Lots of fun back then.
One day at work one of the white clad ladies that worked the cash register was asking me about my college aspirations. I wasn't much of a student really and I admitted as much.
"What I'd really like is to get rock solid on guitar and do concerts and stuff." I told her. Faye was her name. Kind of a pretty redhead but, you know, she was, like, forty or something. She was divorced and the pharmacist had actually asked her to come to work for him.
"Guitar?" she responded, "I love a guitar!" She smiled at me as she said it and I chuckled to myself as I thought of what she would think of my fuzztone solos! She probably liked Chet Atkins or Barney Kessel. Smooth, clean guys who were professional pickers. Not somebody like my guitar heros: Jerry Garcia and Carlos Santana!
"You'll have to come by my house one evening and play some for me. I love a guitar!" She repeated. Oh right! I'm thinking, that'll be the day.
But Faye didn't just drop the subject mentioning from time to time that she just lived down the street...white house with a little picket fence around the yard. She'd love to have me.
I never really considered it until one week my old '55 Chevy wagon broke a leaf spring and I spent my whole paycheck getting it fixed. My room mate was perennially broke and even McDonald's was going to be hard to afford.
Faye again renewed her desire to hear me play one morning and added she was making a big pot of spaghetti and there would be "Way more than she could eat." Hmmm. Big spaghetti dinner, french bread, red wine. Hmmmm.
So I cheerfully told her I'd be glad to stop by but please warn the neighbors "It could get loud!" Faye's face broke into a grin and she told me seven thirty and not to worry about the neighbors.
Well, I brought my acoustic just to be halfway cool. I figured I could play "Summertime" and "St James Infirmary" which an old lady like her might have heard before. When I got there I smelled that sauce simmering and, Man, my taste buds started watering big time. I was famished!
Faye was dressed casually in a pink blouse and capri pants. I realized it was the first time I'd seen her in anything but that pseudo "Nurse" outfit she had to wear at work. She was slender and had no tits to speak of but her face was pretty and she was just really friendly.
"I've just got to finish up the garlic bread and dinner will be ready." She called to me from the kitchen. "Want a glass of wine? It's right there on the table."
This was the sixties and I rarely drank alcohol, preferring weed back then but, just to be sociable I went ahead and opened the bottle of Gallo Hearty Burgundy and poured us each a glass.
Faye grabbed the garlic bread and set the dinner on the table, all hot and spicy and...and I just devoured it! Not much dinner conversation. No, I just wolfed it down and the wine too.
"Faye, that was delicious!" Was the best I could muster as I burped at the end. The kinda pretty redhead held up her glass as a toast to me and I responded in kind. We sipped the rest of our wine and then Faye told me it was time for me to repay the favor.
"Let's hear some guitar now!" She smiled. I broke out my acoustic which was not exactly a classic but OK for back then. I saw her watching me as I tuned up and I told her my favorite songwriters were Bob Dylan and George Gershwin. "George wrote this one.." I said as I launched into Summertime.
Faye smiled broadly as I made my way through the song, winking as I changed "Your Daddy's rich" to "Your Daddy drinks!" I finished the song and added "I usually play a solo at the end but I don't have that guitar here tonight." Faye seemed enchanted.
"Oh, you play very well!" She complimented me. "Could I hear another?" I responded with "St. James Infirmary" and I could tell she liked that one too. Faye was making eye contact with me all through the impromptu concert and, when I finished with Donovan's "Catch the Wind," she came over and sat right next to me on the couch.
Faye was kind of rubbing her shoulder into mine and I began to get the impression that...that she was coming on to me! Good Lord! She was old enough to be my mother! Then she rested her hand upon my thigh and, when I set the guitar down and turned to face her, she reached up and gave me a peck on the lips!
"Oh that was so nice." She mused. "What was that again...'To feel you, all around me, and to take your hand...along the sand'"
"Yeah, beautiful song isn't it?" Then, suddenly I had nothing more to say. No words came into my head. It was just me and Faye looking into each other's eyes, her hand now squeezing my thigh sensuously. I came to understand that Faye was not a young virgin who was saving herself for "Just the right guy." No, she was a woman and the whole idea of inviting me over tonight started to come into focus.
So I responded by kissing her back. And not a little peck either. No, I stuck my tongue into Faye's soft warm mouth and really laid one on her! Her hand moved every so slowly up my thigh until she was touching my cock. Was I hard? Hell yes! I was nineteen for God's sake!
Faye lowered her eyes when we finally finished the kiss. "Are you...Are you gonna take me in the bedroom Jeff?" She said it softly, as if she knew the answer.
I nodded my head and stood up, taking her in my arms as I did so. I kissed my coworker again, this time giving her a feel of my stiff penis. I let my hands roam down to cup the cheeks of her ass and gave her a playful squeeze there.
"Oh don't!" She complained to my surprise. "Don't feel up my...my fanny! It's not nice!" She gave me the strangest look right then. Pushing her lips together like a little girl who didn't get the lollypop.
But Faye proceeded to lead me to the bedroom where the lights were already down low. I was a bit confused by her rebuke but my cock was still hard and it was making the decisions right about then. So I kissed her some more. I felt her just melt into my arms and her little tits were pressing into my chest.
"Jeff, don't unzip my pants! I didn't mean to lead you on or anything but...but it wouldn't be right! I hope you understand but I just couldn't let you take my pants off here in my bedroom!"
OK, well, I was following my instincts then so I planted several kisses behind Faye's ears and felt around for the zipper to her capris.
"No No please don't Jeff!" Faye complained as I gently tugged her zipper down. Her pants were fairly tight but opening the zipper allowed me to shove my hands down into her panties.
"Oh Jeff, please stop!" Faye moaned as she felt me sliding my hands all over her ass cheeks. "Don't...don't pull down my pants!"
Warming to the task now, I did just that and Faye obligingly lifted each foot to allow me to remove her capris. More kisses ensued and I enjoyed the soft warm feel of her ass. She kept muttering "No...No..." the whole time.
I wondered if I should try to take off her panties but Faye had another plan.
"Listen Jeff..." She began, "I...I can't do this. You know what I mean. But, well, if you want, you can see my...my breasts but that's all!"
That was fine with me so I was struggling to unbutton her blouse and, finally, Faye just went ahead and took it off herself. She stepped back a bit and, watching for my reaction, she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, exposing her little tits. Yes, they were little but look at those nipples! Nice and firm and poking out like cigar butts! And Faye knew it. She gave me a little smile when she saw my dropped jaw reaction.
"Please don't suck my nipples Jeff!" She begged, "I said you could look but...nothing more!" I reached out to feel her amazing nipples and, after a quick look at Faye, I moved my mouth to her breasts.
"Oh No!" She cried as she felt my lips beginning to suck her gorgeous pink nipples into erection. I moved one hand down to touch her pussy through her little white panties and she moaned a complaint about that too. "Oh, don't touch my pussy Jeff! It's so dirty!"
I led Faye over to the bed and renewed my assault on her little tits, continuing to feel up her pussy through her waist high panties. She made no move to stop me and then, as I was beginning to anticipate, she whispered in my ear.
