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This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I hope you lie it. Any
comments to Grimace1@erols.com.  Please continue reading ONLY IF
YOU'RE OVER 18 YEARS OLD and reading this story does not break any
kind of law in your community/city/state.  Thanks.



I was unemployed, back at home and staying in my old room. I hadn’t
been in the old neighborhood in about six years. It is funny how the
old memories and habits come back. I remember staying up late messing
around on the 8088 computer that I had and then sleeping in to noon
the next day. The computer has changed but the times are about the
same.

I rolled out of bed and was heading down the hall towards the bathroom
when I happened to glance out the window that overlooked our backyard
and the neighboring yard. I stopped suddenly and stared out at my
teenage fantasy. I started to get an uncomfortable feeling in my
groin; a mixture between the need to piss and the stiffness of a
hard-on. I moved quickly down to the bathroom so as not to leave a
puddle on the floor. When I had finishing answering natures call I
went back to staring out the window. Out on the back deck of the
neighbors yard was Mrs. Stephanie Michaels wearing a one-piece bathing
suit that showed all the right curves in all the right places.

Scott Michaels had been my best friend when I was in high school. He
and

I had hung out at the mall together, gone to the football games
together and compared notes when each of us had lost our virginity. I
really liked Scott but I have to admit one of the extra perks of our
friendship had been Scott’s Mom. Mr.  and Mrs. Michaels had split up
when Scott was a junior in high school.  It was a hard time for both
Scott and his mother. I remember the night it happened. Scott had run
out of the house yelling at his mother for ruining his life.  I was
out working in the backyard when I heard the commotion. I edged toward
the fence between the two yards and looked through the French doors
that lead off their deck. I could see Mrs. Michaels sitting at the
dining room table crying and drinking what looked like a coke. Even in
this state she looked gorgeous. She had long strawberry blond hair
that came down just below her shoulders.  She was wearing short white
shorts that showed all of her perfectly tanned legs (she sunbathed
back then too) and a tan muscle shirt that did little to hide her
ample breasts. I watched her for about ten minutes and I saw her get
up and refill the drink two more times. Part of me was beginning to
get worried about her and part was felling guilty for thinking such
thoughts when she was so obviously upset.

I decided to go over and check on her. I rang the bell when I began to
have second thoughts. What was I going to say to her? “Sorry your
whole life is falling down around you. Can I help?” Just as I was
about to turn around and leave the door slowly opened and there stood
an unsteady and red-eyed Stephanie Michaels.

 “Hello Dennis. Scott is not home. In fact I don’t know when he will
be home.” With that she started to tear up and went to get a tissue
on the side table.  As she bent over to get the tissue her shirt fell
forward and I could see right down the front of her skimpy top. She
wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits were the best looking pair I had
ever seen. I immediately started to get a tightening of my groin.

“Actually, Mrs. Michaels. I came over to check on you “ I said as I
stared unabashedly at her chest. She lifted her head unsteadily and
must have caught me staring at her because I saw her eyes widen for a
brief instant and then followed her eyes as they dropped to my
stiffening cock.  Did I see a look of amusement or lust in her eyes?

“That is very nice of you Dennis. I have not had a very good day.
Matter of fact it was really shitty. I seem to have fucked up my life
and that of my son all in one day.” She paused for a moment and said
“I was just going to get myself a drink. Would you care to join me?
“ “Sure” I replied as casually as I could  “ I’ll have a beer.”
With that she stated to stumble towards the kitchen. She got as far as
the couch and tripped barely falling back onto the couch. “I seem to
be a little inebriated. Would you mind getting our drinks for us. I am
having a rum and coke. The beer is in the refrigerator.” I went in to
get the drinks.  When I came back she was sitting on the couch with
her legs spread wide. I could see the outline of her cunt as the seam
of the shorts parted her labia. She was staring up at the ceiling
oblivious to my lustful stares. “What is wrong with me Dennis?” she
asked. “Am I ugly? Do I smell? Do I have a shitty personality?”
“No, no and no” I replied as I sat down next to her on the couch and
passed her the rum and coke.  “You are a very pretty lady”  I said
politely. “You mean for my age ” she said. “For any age” I
replied. “Even yours?” she mumbled as she slid down the couch

closer to me. She began to trace the outline of my leg as she sipped
her drink.  The feel of her fingers running lightly up and down my leg
made my dick grow harder. I had to get away before she noticed my
erection. As I leaned forward to get up her hand fell into my lap
right on top of my dick. For a second she hesitated and then she
traced the length of my cock through my pants. I didn’t think my dick
could get any harder but it seemed to grow another inch.  She reached
over and nibbled on my neck as she rubbed my cock. “Kiss me.” She
hissed as her lips came up to meet mine. Our lips touched lightly at
first and then the passion took over. She was the first to part her
lips and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue in. Our tongues
seemed to dance for hours as we kissed. I felt the hand on my groin
leave and then she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt
her tit through the thin fabric top. Her nipple stuck out straight at
least a half an inch from her breast. It seemed to reach out for my
finger tip as I tentatively brushed its outline. She broke the kiss
and whispered “Maybe we should go up to the bedroom.” We had risen
from the couch, hand in hand and started towards the stairs. Just then
we both heard the sound of keys at the front door.  Scott opened the
door and stepped into the living room.

I never got that chance again. Mrs. Michaels and I just pretended that
nothing happened. Or maybe in her drunken state she didn’t remember
it.  I don’t like to think that. I know I remembered it many times
over the next couple of years and fantasized about her; my dick in
hand.

My fantasies came rushing back as I watched Mrs. Michaels from the
hall window. She was lying on her back and her tits fell back into two
soft mounds beneath the swimsuit. She had gained a few pounds since I
had last seen her but this made her sexier and more voluptuous in my
eyes. I had to get in between those tan legs and have those tits
surround my face.

I stopped to think of a way to get into her house. Once I could do
that nature might take its course. It had almost happened once before.
It could happen again. How would I do this? Then it struck me. I was
unemployed.  I needed money. Maybe there were some odd jobs that I
could do for a single woman. When I looked up from my thoughts she was
no longer in the backyard. I ran down the hall and quickly got dressed
in a pair of cutoffs and a T-shirt. I had to do something about this
now. I went over to her front door and rang the bell just like I had
done  years before. The door opened and Mrs. Michaels stood there
wearing a terry cloth robe and a towel around her head. “Hello
Dennis. How are you? I heard that you were back in town. Come in.” I
walked into the living room and quickly noticed that the room had
changed since I had last been there.  The furniture was new and more
modern. She had a large at least 50 gallon fish tank in one corner
full of multicolored fish that had not been there before and an
expensive large screen TV that took up another whole corner.  A faint
smile crossed her lips and she absent dried her hair with the towel as
she watched me take in the room. “We’ve changed a little since you
were last in here haven’t we?” “You haven’t changed a bit Mrs.
Michaels” I quickly replied. “Thank you Dennis, and call me
Stephanie you are making me feel older by the minute.” She bent over
and began vigorously rubbing her damp hair with the towel that had
been around her head. As she did the front of her robe parted and I
could once again see the breasts of my dreams. “To what do I owe this
pleasure Dennis?” She said as she straightened up and put down the
towel. “ I was wondering if you had any work that you need done
around the house. I am between jobs right now and I am trying to cover
some old expenses.”

Stephanie looked up and into my eyes. “ I think I might have some
things

that have been neglected since my husband left. Would you like a drink
Dennis?  Come into the kitchen and we can talk about what I would like
you to do for me.” As I followed behind her I watched the robe glide
back and forth across her ass. I really wanted to reach out and stroke
it. It looked so round and soft. I imagined myself slowly running my
cock up and down between her ass cheeks just before I penetrated her
cunt.  Once we got to the kitchen she went to the refrigerator opened
the door and bent down to get two beers out. It was just the position
I often imagined her in. In my dreams Stephanie would always shed her
clothes and then bend over a chair. She would suggestively wiggle her
ass at me and seductively spread her legs until I could she all of her
pink cunt as well as her light brown asshole. “Dennis, do you want a
beer or what? Are you OK honey?” she was saying as I snapped out of
my daydream. I looked at her and saw the faintest smile cross her lips
once again. She knew what I was thinking.

“Well Dennis I think I have something I need you to do right now.
Come on up to the bedroom. As I followed that perfect ass up the
stairs my dick got hard with the prospects of what it was that
Stephanie wanted from me. Was it finally going to happen? Were we
going to finish what we started years ago? As we reached the top of
the stairs she turned to me. “Dennis I need you to go up into the
attic and get some boxes down for me. They are full of my Ex-husbands
old clothes and I have been meaning to give them to goodwill for a
long time but the boxes are too heavy for me to carry down the attic
steps.” The disappointment must have shown on my face because she
looked at me and said “I promise I will pay you well for all your
help.”

I started up the attic ladder carefully on the rickety steps. As I
reached about half way up I felt a hand on my bare leg. Her fingers
ran lightly up the outside of my leg and then drifted to the inside of
my leg on their way up towards my crotch. She smiled up at me as her
hand disappeared into my pants leg went under my underwear and came to
rest at the base of my quickly hardening dick. I gasped and then let
out a soft moan as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock,
When I looked down I saw lust in her eyes and the top of her tits as
the front of her robe parted. “What’s stopping you. Aren’t you
going to get to work? “ she said with a smile. The hand embedded in
my shorts made my descent from the ladder difficult so I reached down
and slid my hand into the warm space between her tits and enjoyed
their vast firmness. I squeezed her right breast gently and moved my
hand back around to the front to feel the incredible nipples that I
remembered so well. Now it was her turn to moan and she let her hand
drop from within my pants down to the belt on her robe.  She loosened
the belt and let the robe drop to the floor as I descended the ladder.
I saw for the first time the body that I had dreamed about all those
years. Her tits were gorgeous with very little sag despite her 40
years. The aureoles were large and dark and were tipped by those
incredible nipples. Her stomach was plump but not unusually so. The
tan lines around where the bathing suit had been drew my sight
downward towards the small reddish tuft of hair between her hips. She
had shaven the edges of the pubic hair for her bathing suit the sight
of which I found incredibly sexy. Noticing my huge erection she asked
"Is that for me? “

I responded by pulling off my shirt and undoing my button on my pants
and allowing them both to drop to the floor. My cock was raging hard
so it popped out as I slid my underwear down and off. I pulled her
towards me and ran my hands down her back until they rested on her
firm ass. I kneaded her ass slowly separated her cheeks. My mouth
found hers allowing my tongue to again find the soft inside of her
mouth. Our tongues darted back and forth as she started backwards
toward the large waterbed against the far wall. She fell back onto the
bed pulling me with her temporarily breaking our kiss. I took this
opportunity to explore her tits with my tongue. She had the most
incredible tasting breasts. They seemed to have the light taste of
honey with the remaining tropical smell of her coconut suntan oil. I
licked the nipples upward away from the breast until they stood at
full attention. “Bite them” she whispered and I firmly took her left
nipple between my front teeth. “Harder. I like it harder.  You won’t
hurt me. “ I bit down so hard I thought I would draw blood but all it
did was make her squirm under me and thrust her hips forward. I
lowered my hand to her soft wet cunt as her hips came forward. I found
her clit almost as big as her nipples. I decided that if she liked her
tits chewed on she probably would like to have her clit rubbed hard.
As I stabbed my hand down over her cunt and bit on her nipples she
started to moan loudly and buck her hips even more. Suddenly she let
out a long low moan that sounded like a growl and ended in a high
pitched scream.  She lay with her head tilted back and was breathing
heavy as I slid my mouth off her tits and began to tongue her pussy.
Her pussy tasted fantastic and had the most magnificent aroma. I have
never smelled anything like it before or since. I swallowed her pussy
juices, fucking my tongue back and forth faster and faster.  After
flicking my tongue over her clit I proceeded to suck on it like I had
her nipple. I sucked until it felt like a small dick inside of my
front teeth. I could hardly keep my mouth attached to her sweet
smelling pussy because she began to grind it into my face, holding
onto the back of my head. “Oh Fuck! Fuck that feels great. Oh Yeah. I
need you in me. Fuck meeeee!” Even though I was thoroughly enjoying
her wonderful tastes and smells my dick needed attention too. I

reluctantly let go of her clit and slid forward. I placed my dick so
that it just danced off hair along the top of her pussy and then I
traced the slit from the top downward until my dick was just on the
outside of her vagina. “Fuck me now.” She almost screamed as she
thrust her hips forward in an attempt to get the head of my cock into
the hole that awaited it. “ I will but tell me one more time how much
you want it Mrs. Michaels.” I said. “Please stick that huge cock
into me. Ram it into to me over and over and over. Come inside of me.
Fill me with YOUR CUM!!!” I rammed my cock home and felt her cunt
grip me tightly as another orgasm washed over her. I started pounding
my dick in and out of her.  Each thrust was met by her hips as they
came up to meet my dick. “Play with my tits. I love it when you play
with my tits.” I roughly grabbed hold of her right tit and squeezed.
“Is that what you wanted bitch?” “Oh yeah. YES, YES!” I felt the
cum rising in my balls like a volcano ready to erupt. “I am cumming”
I growled. “Give it to me. Fill me with your cum.” She replied.
Stephanie cried out in ecstasy, feeling my hot cum squirting deep up
inside her pussy.

Afterwards we fell back onto the bed and into each others arms. She
slipped into sleep holding me in her arms my face resting on her tits.

END OF PART 1

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