Things like sex were slow to happen in the 50’s, and I wasn’t sexuallu “active” until my twenties, but at age 11, I had developed a crush on a thin attractive woman who came to do ironing at our house.
It was summertime, and whenever I’d ccome back from swimming or out of the shower, I’d strip everthinmg off and walk around with just a towel around my waist. Sometimes, I’d get into a conversation with her from another room, and come in where she was wearing my briefs.
She always pretended she wasn’t looking, but I could tell by the way she kept te conversation going, that she was at least a littel stimulated by this old with a half hard-on (three inches max), strolling around so “naturally” in his underwear.
She sometimes would need to use the restroom and would leave the door part way open. Not enough to see much except through the crack at the hunge of the door, but we continued this dance for some tiem. I’d also use the bathroom, happily splashing away with the door mostly open, and talking to her at the same time, if I could manage.
My mom almost caught me one time and I had to close the bathroom door and stay there for at least ten minutes, until mom left again. My pants were in my bedrooom in the other side of the house!
Anyway, I was suprised that Maggie, the maid, asked me if I always walked around in my underwear. I lied. “Of course.” She said that boys and girls shouldn’t do that becasue someone might get the wrong idea. I was about to be embarrassed, when she abruptly left the ironing board for the bathroom while remaking at how I should get something on. As she talked, I could hear urine splashing into the toilet and realized the door must be wide open. Sure enough it was. I peeked around the doorway, and she was just rising with a was of tissue and began to wipe herself.
“Would you like to do this?”, she asked. Without a word, I slowly walked to her, took the tissue and pressed it agianst her lightly hairy mound.
She moaned and began to rub my sides, my arms, my face. Before I knew it, we were on the bathroom floor, and she was feeling me all over. She put her fingers around my penis, and squeezed lightly, then moved all around there, including my ass cheeks. Before I could say anything, she licked my four inch hard-on and moved back to fix it into her pussy, which was tight and warm and juicy. I still think it’s remarkable since she had kids. I probably lasted about five strokes in and out, and an explosive flow of semen burst into her vagina. She felt it coming into her, got off fairly quickly to keep from getting up high into her I guess, and massaged the rest of my come out of my wilting little penis.
After that, nothingever happened between us, but I continued to walk around, sometimes nude, and she would bend over to give me a clear shot of her breasts, and she always peed with the door wide open. That’s my story!
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