"Hi, I'm Paul," I said, trying not to stare at the woman who had answered my knock. "I've come to fix the broken light switch."
Helen Maybury had just moved into the vacant apartment on the top floor of Mom and Dad's hardware store.
She was a slender quietly muscular blonde. I guessed she was in her late 30s, like Mom and Dad. She wore a clinging one-piece dress, made of black and white cloth resembling cow skin. It ended at mid-thigh and was cut so low I could see between her big firm conical breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and her long hard nipples stretched the fabric.
"Come in," Helen said, smiling slightly at the obvious bulge in my crotch. "It'll be nice to have the hanging lights working," she continued as she walked past the kitchen and into the living room. I stared at her solid buttocks rolling beneath the tightly-stretched dress.
We'd remodeled the apartment. The big modern kitchen was by the entrance, separated from the living room by a granite-topped island. Helen bent over the island, facing me, as I removed the screws from the switch and pulled it out of the wall. I glanced over at her and almost creamed my shorts. The dress had sagged when she leaned forward, revealing the tops of her areolas. They were the size of half-dollars and only slightly darker than the skin surrounding them. The switch I was holding sparked as I brushed it carelessly with the screwdriver. "I need to turn the breaker off," I said, a little breathlessly.
"You don't mind if I watch?" she asked when I came back from the switchbox in the hall. "I like to watch men . . . work. Charlie . . . my husband . . . is a long-haul trucker, so he's away most of the time. That's hard on a woman."
It only took me a little while to replace the switch. When I was finished, Helen offered me lemonade. We took our glasses into the living room. She spread her legs briefly as she settled on the couch, giving me a fleeting glimpse of . . . bare flesh!
We talked for a few minutes, but I don't remember much about it. I kept thinking about the way she'd flashed me.
I was shy with women and would still have been a virgin if my older sister Angela hadn't gotten frustrated with her boyfriend Bernie and dragged me into bed. My girlfriend Suzie was finally letting me feel her breasts through her clothes. I couldn't believe a sophisticated older woman was interested in an awkward teenage boy.
When we finished the lemonade, I picked the glasses up and took them to the kitchen. Helen followed me, leaning against the island and watching me rinse the glasses in the sink. "What are you going to do now?" she asked.
It was early Saturday afternoon. Fixing the light switch was my last chore. "Go jogging . . . probably do some homework," I answered. "I'm taking my girlfriend to a movie, but that's after supper."
"So, you're not really busy?" Helen was looking at me speculatively.
"No. Why?"
"What do you think about sex?" she asked.
My cock was straining against my shorts. "I like it."
Helen stared at me for long seconds. "You're not a virgin. You've been with a girl a couple of times," she said. "I can tell by the way you look at me." My sister Angela had taken my virginity a week before and we'd had sex twice since then.
"Do you like these?" she asked, suddenly pulling her dress down. While Angela's unsupported breasts descended from her chest in graceful arcs of firm flesh, Helen's tits were near-perfect cones, tipped with thick elongated nipples, standing out from her chest despite their size and weight.
It was hard to speak. "Yeah," I finally gasped. I was frozen in place, unable to do anything but stare at the half-naked woman standing three feet away.
"Come here," Helen commanded. "See how they feel." She caught my hands as I stepped toward her and guided them to her breasts. They were bigger and heavier than Angela's. Helen's nipples were near-perfect hemispheres surmounting elongated cylinders of pink skin. They were even thicker and longer than Angela's. I pinched them gently, watching her reaction as I increased the pressure.
"That's good!" Helen gasped as I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers while flattening my palms against her breasts. She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled our bodies together as we kissed passionately.
"You've learned a lot from your girl," Helen said. I had her pressed against the island and was rubbing my crotch against hers. Her sex smell was sharp. She moaned as I buried my face between her breasts, licking and kissing her spectacular tits.
"Take it out," she said reaching for my belt. A moment later, my pants and shorts were around my ankles. "You're really a big boy!" she marveled as she closed her hand around my jutting cock.
Helen squeezed my balls as she ran her hand slowly up and down my shaft. Sometimes, she'd stop with her index finger anchored in the top of my corneal ring and stroke the little Vee on the underside of my cock-head with her thumb.
I pawed Helen's breasts, roughly squeezing and twisting her swollen nipples as I stared between her tits at her fingers, slick with my pre-cum, playing with my cock and balls. Her hands were going fast now, driving me rapidly toward orgasm. I wanted to stop her . . . push her against the island . . . thrust my cock between her muscular legs . . . shoot my load deep inside her snatch . . . But the sight and sensations had me frozen.
"Oh wow!" I gasped. "I'm gonna . . ." Hot juice fountained from my throbbing dick, splashing on her hands and spraying the front of Helen's dress. I moaned in pleasure and a little pain as she milked me dry.
"That was spectacular," she commented, making me gasp as she gently rubbed her cum-slick fingers over my hypersensitive cock and balls.
"It was wonderful!" I answered. "Thank you so much!" I should have fucked Helen. The hand job was all I was going to get. My two times with Angela had made me want sex more than ever. I was so frustrated, I was going to rape Suzie as soon as I got her alone.
Helen sank to her knees and licked the cum from my balls. "Oh Jesus!" I gasped as her tongue stroked my shaft, slowly ascending to slide over my cock-head and probe my cum slit . . .
My dick was slick with her saliva and my renewed flow of pre-cum. She paused for an instant and chided, "Don't take the name of the Lord in vain!" before swallowing my swollen tool.
Helen was a better cocksucker than Angela, taking me deeper, using her tongue and hands . . . She quickly had me throbbing . . .
