Where it happened: Her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
“Debbie” (not her real name) and her husband moved into the
house next door when I was in high school. She was beautiful.
She had a Rachel Welch figure (no kidding) and beautiful red
hair and sky blue eyes. He was some kind of rocket scientist
and spent a lot of time at the Cape, two or three days almost
every week and sometimes two or three weeks at a time.
I was cutting a lot of grass at the time and she asked if I
would add their yard to my “circuit.” If she hadn’t been so
gorgeous, I’d have probably said “no” because they had a huge
lawn, well over an acre.
Their second spring in the neighborhood I noticed that Debbie
would sometimes watch me cut the back yard, just stand there
behind the sliding glass door, watching. As the weather got
hotter, she started wearing a pair of terry cloth short
shorts and a T shirt while she watched. When I was finished
I’d go around to the front door to get paid and she would
always ask me in for a cold Coke while she got the money.
Sometimes we’d sit and talk for a while. As time went on, the
talks got longer and I was mostly listening. I think she was
very lonely. Debbie was a lot younger than any of the other
women in the neighborhood and had no children and nothing much
in common with them. I guess being home alone like that in a
strange town was pretty lonely.
A couple of times she invited me in and I couldn’t help but
notice that we wasn’t wearing anything under her T shirt. I
couldn’t help but stare at her nipples, which peaked out at
me through that flimsy white shirt. Debbie didn’t say anything
to me about it, just smiled and made conversation as if
nothing was any different.
Then one Saturday in late May, after I started cutting her
back yard, I saw her watching me through the glass door. She
was wearing a white terry cloth robe. It was pretty hot and
my T shirt was soaked through. (I won’t say I was buff, but
I did work a lot outside, so I guess I was pretty trim.)
After a while I looked again and the robe had come open just
a little. I could see one leg up to the top of the thigh. The
top was open just a little and she had one hand inside the
robe, like Napoleon. She just smiled at me and leaned against
the door.
When I finished I rang the front bell and she opened the door
immediately. The robe was loose in front, just sort of draped
over her breasts and open an inch or two all the way to the
floor. I stepped inside and she closed the door without moving.
She never said a word, just shrugged off the robe, which fell
to the floor, and stared at me.
I was too stunned to move for a second. I smelled like sweat
and cut grass. She smelled of bath powder and woman. I just
looked in her eyes and the look of pure longing and need on
her face. I put one arm around her waist and the other behind
her neck, pulled her close and I kissed her, long and
passionately.
After only a minute or two I guess she was revved, because
she reached around me, grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled
it off over my head. Then she took my hand and led me to her
bedroom. She wasn’t in much of a mood for foreplay and she
stripped off my clothes, her hands everywhere on me. She
pushed me onto the bed, crawled over me and before I could
respond, lowered herself onto me, I was inside her and she
started humping.
She must have been “warming up” while I was outside, because
she hadn’t been going for more than a few seconds before she
started to gasp and heave. She bent down over me and I
started kissing and licking her breasts, which made her
movements even more erratic. She made a few short, really
fast little strokes, then grabbed the headboard, stuck her
face in the nape of my throat and grrooaanned.
I wasn’t much in the mood for stopping at that point, so I
started thrusting up with my hips. She picked up the rythym
immediately and raised her breasts up where I could reach
them with my hands and my mouth. This went on for a couple
minutes and Debbie was cumming again when I exploded inside
her. I had never imagined that sex could be so wonderful.
After a minute or so she started moving again, I got another
erection (you never realize how wonderful it is to be 17 until
it’s too late) and we went at it like rabbits for another
40 minutes.
Debbie was a wonderful teacher and lover for the next two
years, until I went off to college. She introduced me to
oral sex, both giving and receiving, and taught me the fine
points of foreplay and sex play. We made love hundreds of
times, sometimes after school, sometimes after yard work.
I learned during that time that she was “unfulfilled” even
when her husband was home. That changed as she got sexually
bolder and more aggressive, due to our experiences. (She
also wanted to make sure she was “current” in case she turned
up pregnant, so that her husband wouldn’t suspect but also so
SHE would never know for sure if it was mine or his. This was
before the “pill” came into common use.) Debbie’s husband
never knew why she was all of a sudden so horny all the time
(she’d always been that way), but he suddenly learned to
enjoy it — and to pleasure her.
The funny thing was that she confided to me later than while
she was desperately horny that first day, she’d planned only
a one-time “quicky.” When I put my arms around her and kissed
her instead of “grabbing something” when she let her robe
drop, it was so romantic and tender that all she wanted to do
was make love, again and again and again.
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