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(F/m-teen, mast, 1st, true) *** Irene and her husband, Rusty, had been my folks' best friends for as long as I could remember. Rusty and my step-father had been childhood buddies and had reconnected in L.A. after the World War II. Rusty and Irene had two kids, a son and daughter, who were about 5 to 7 years younger than I. In the later 50's Rusty had gotten a job as a salesman with the same company as my step-father. Irene worked as the head-waitress at a high-end L.A. steak house. All during my growing up years, Irene tended to be the center of attention at our social gatherings. She had a lively, energetic personality, was quick witted and seemed to have a never-ending collection of jokes and quips. And, one of her favorite activities was to tease me whenever I was around. The truth was I enjoyed her attention, even-though, she embarrassed me relentlessly. Irene was about 5'5", 130 lbs, had short, fine, light- red hair, gray-green eyes, and seemingly always had a slight tan which was most likely related to her one quarter Native American heritage. She had clear skin and a slight gap between her front teeth which reminded me at the time of the actress, Barbara Hutton. I thought she was attractive, but, not in a particularly feminine way. For a woman she had more muscular definition than was common. She proudly attributed this to having bucked hay and driven tractors as a teenager on her parents' Missouri farm. In many respects Irene was a man's woman, meaning, she seemed more comfortable discussing politics, religion or the stock market with men, rather than, participating in typical women's conversations. As I grew into my young teenage years, her teasing took on an increasingly muted sexual tone. As I was attending catholic school at the time, she made jokes about hairy palms, getting into the nuns' habits, and playing stinky pinky with the young girls. I dismissed her comments with a red face, a shake of the head, and a quick escape. The first real "incident" occurred when I was 15 years old and was attending a catholic boy's high school. I had recently completed a ballroom dance course at the urging of my mother who felt every young man should know their way around the dance floor. Shortly, thereafter, I accompanied my folks, and Rusty and Irene to a dinner club with a live dance band. After dinner, Irene suggested we dance because she wanted to see what I had learned. The music was up- tempo and we began a brisk foxtrot which was still popular then with the older folks. As we circled the floor I began to notice that with every turn, Irene managed to make an exaggerated move, such that, her right leg pushed between my legs and I could feel her thighs against my upper right thigh near my hip. Being the perpetual, horny fellow that I was, I immediately began to develop serious wood. As I became more conscious of her pelvis against me and my erection, I became more embarrassed and anxious. She seemed to sense this and made even more exaggerated moves. I couldn't wait for the music to end which it finally did, but, just as the band played their final notes, she leaned forward close to my ear and said, "Sexy, huh!" With that, she turned and headed back to our table. I was very embarrassed at the prospect of having to walk between the tables filled with people with an obvious tent in my trousers. I quickly took off my sport coat, draped it over my arm, held it in front of me, and very self-consciously made it back to our table. Another "incident" occurred about two years later when my folks were having a social gathering at our house and I decided to drop by with my new girl friend, Nancy, to introduce her to my folks and their friends. Nancy was tall, slender, dressed rather elegantly for a 17 year-old, and had long flowing light brown hair. After introductions my step-father took Nancy in tow to meet the other guests Shortly, thereafter, Irene cornered me, commented on how pretty she thought Nancy was, and, then, said, "I bet she squeals when you get your knees in that hair." Again, caught off guard, I simply turned red, shook my head and said something about her never giving up. She only laughed and walked away. After this incident, whenever, we were together socially, Irene would manage to get me aside, out of hearing range of anyone else and ask if I had been laid yet. Fast forward two more years to the spring of 1961. I was attending a local community college and was playing spring football. At this point I was 5'11", 175 lbs and aspiring to make the team as a running or defensive back. I must say I was fairly buff. One warm, early afternoon I dropped by Rusty and Irene's house to ask for Rusty's advice on a prospective car purchase because he had a keener interest in cars than my step- father. As I knocked on the back door adjacent to the kitchen, I heard Irene say, "Come in, Kevin. Irene was barefooted, as usual, wearing baggy white shorts and a light weight, loose fitting mint green sleeveless blouse with narrow shoulder straps. Obviously, she was doing some type of housework project because there was a small ladder standing near the kitchen sink. She moved across the kitchen, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We chatted for a few minutes about school, football, and, of course, she asked if I had been laid yet. This time I was ready for her. I told her I had my eye on a nice prospect at school until I saw her giving a guy a blow-job in the school parking lot. (I kid you not!) After we both laughed at the irony, she looked at me for a few seconds and, then, said, "We really have to get you laid." Feeling feisty I said, "Maybe I should put a sign around my neck that says ." Her retort was, "Maybe you need an older woman to show you the ropes." I almost fainted! My face must have turned three shades of red. My mind was running at full speed. I asked myself, "Is she talking about herself?" "Is she propositioning me?" I was totally nonplussed. She brought me out of my confusion when she said that Rusty was at his monthly sales meeting and wouldn't be home until later in the evening and that her kids were going on an outing with their cousins after school. Then, she walked up to the ladder and stepped up to the top step and began to take some things off the top shelf of the cabinet next to the sink. To break up the embarrassment of the moment, I asked, "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to stand on the top rung of a ladder?" She replied, "Don't just stand there, come over here and keep me from busting my butt." Her height on the ladder was such that her waist was just about my eye level. I reached up and took her hips in my hands. I couldn't help but notice that her legs were shaved smooth and her skin was very smooth, taunt, and her leg muscles flexed as she moved about. Then, something absolutely unexpected and thrilling happened. She raised her arms above her head to reach for something on the back of the top cabinet shelf. As she did so, the hem of her loose fitting top rose up and bloused out exposing her bare mid-rift. As I looked at the smooth skin of her torso, my eyes fell on the bottoms of her braless breasts. My pulse seemed to shoot straight up through the top of my head. My throat closed, and, for a moment, I thought I might not draw another breath. I tried not to look, but, no matter how hard I tried, I continued to stare at what I considered at the time to be exquisite beauty. This went on for about 5 minutes as she continued to remove all the items on the top shelves. We moved the ladder a few times so she could reach all the shelves. Each time she reached up, I feasted on her amazingly beautiful breasts. Just as she reached up to take the last item, she turned to look at me over her right shoulder and said, "How do you like the view?" An electric shock shot through me and I literally leapt backwards across the width of the kitchen and backed into the door way to the dining room. I must have had a panicked look on my face because Irene laughed and stepped down from the ladder. She took a few steps towards me and continued to laugh saying I looked like I might faint. I didn't know what to say or do. I just stood there wide-eyed. She put her arms around my shoulders and took my head in her hands, kissed me on the cheek, said she was sorry for embarrassing me. For a few moments she simply hugged me with her hands on the back of my neck. As the buzzing in my head began to subside, I brought my hands up to her waist to return the hug. As I did so, she leaned her body into mine, and I felt her firm breasts against my chest and her pelvis push into mine. Another electric shock went through me and I sprang an instant erection. Her arms tightened around my neck and we held each other for a few moments when she loosened her arms enough to lean her upper torso away from me while still holding my shoulders in her hands and continuing to keep her pelvis firmly against me. She looked me in the eyes and asked, "Can I trust you to keep what's about to happen just between us?" I nodded. She took a step back, reached up to the straps of her top with each of her hands, hesitated a moment, and began to slowly lower the straps over the outside of her shoulders until it came to rest at her waist. Her breasts were beautifully round about the size of a normal grapefruit, each with areola the size of silver dollars and each protruding out to perfectly coned points. There was no sag to her breasts as they were held close to her body. As my eyes took in her beauty, she took each of my hands in hers and slowly brought them up to her exquisite mounds. When my fingers lightly touched her firm nipples, she let out a quiet moan. With her hands on the outside of mine, she moved my palms in circles against her hard nipples. I could hear her breathing quicken as my heart beat like a drum. She whispered, "This feels wonderful." She kept this movement going for about a minute, although, at the time, it seemed much longer. My erection was straining against the front of my walking shorts. Next, she shifted to my left, reached up and directed my head down to her left breast and said, "Please lick my nipples." Without further encouragement I ran my tongue around the circumference of her firm and swollen areole. As I did so, she began to breathe faster and she gripped the back of my head more firmly pressing my mouth harder against her flesh. She moaned louder and with her other hand pressed my free hand into her right breast grasping it tighter. Then, she released my hand and began to slid her hand down and around my hip towards my raging hard on. When she began to run her fingers and palm over my cock from the outside of my shorts, I thought I would lose it right there. She seemed to sense my state of arousal. She removed her hand but only momentarily. Then, I felt her grasp the zipper on my fly and begin to unzip me. At this point I was so aroused, I fought for control not to come. A moment later she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the waist band of my shorts, and pulled at my shorts until they descended to my ankles. I gasped when she reached inside my boxers, pulled my cock out, and began to stroke me in a pull and twist fashion. In just a matter of seconds, my body seemed to literally burst. I shot cum straight out time and time, again, as she continued to pull and twist all the while whispering in my ear, "That's it, come for me, come for me!" Her hand was full of cum, but, she continued to stroke until the head of my cock became so sensitive I began to squirm. At that she released me and stepped away momentarily to grab a towel and clean her hand. All the while I stood there trembling and shaking in the aftermath of the most explosive organism of my life. She stepped back to me, put her hands around the back of my head, looked me in the eye and, then, kissed me with a warm, wet, soft, open-mouth kiss that lasted several moments. I was in heaven. And, then, she said, "My turn." With that, she reached down between us and unbuttoned her own shorts which quickly feel to her ankles. She stepped out of them, removed the blouse that had been gathered at her waist, and, now she stood in only her white panties. She took my right hand into her left and guided my fingers under the waist band and pulled my hand down towards her pubis. Down past and through her silky pubic hair and into the folds of her fleshy and unbelievably wet vulva. She moved my fingers up and down her wonderfully soft and moist tissues. With each stroke she pressed my fingers deeper into her vagina only to bring them back up to the firm flesh at the top of her vulva. All the while her breathing and moaning became louder and more intense. As she was overcome by her organism, she repeatedly bucked her pelvis into my hand and groaned loudly. For several moments, as she recovered from her climax, she held onto my neck with one hand and continued to hold my hand in the soft tissues of her pussy, slowly, moving my fingers up and down, at the same time, she was whispering into my ear how good I made her feel. Then, she did the most amazing thing. She lifted my hand that had been in her pussy up to the space between our faces, pulled my head forward, kissed me again, and inserted my fingers between our mouths for both of us to taste. Our tongues intertwined around my fingers and around each others tongues. For the first time I tasted the delicious nectar of a woman. I found her slightly salty and wonderfully delicious. All of this caused me to become erect again which she immediately detected against her lower stomach. She reached down between us, while continuing the kiss, cupped my balls with one hand, and took my cock in her other hand and, once, again, began to pull and twist. Within a matter of a few seconds, I was coming again in her hand and my liquid squirted all over our bodies. She continued pulling me until I was so sensitive, I had to break away. She smiled with the most delicious grin, gave me another short, open mouth kiss, and, then, moved to the sink to grab another towel. We cleaned up, put our clothes back on, and she said I needed to leave before her family returned. I've dreamt of Irene and our time together for many years. It was our one and only experience together. But, even to this day, whenever I see her, she gives me that knowing look. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 42