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Julia
by Notjoeking (address withheld)

***

A teenage boy fantasizes about an older woman and when 
they meet years later, his dreams come true. (MF, rom)

***

When I was a kid we used to go on camping holidays on 
the French Riviera every August. We went to the same 
place year after year, and we'd meet up again with other 
families that did the same thing. When I was 13, a very 
handsome young family started coming to the camp site 
next to us. Andrew and Julia were in their mid- to late-
20s, with a 5-year-old daughter and a son aged 4. 

Julia was incredibly attractive, and I immediately 
developed an huge crush on her. She was tall, about 
5'8", with long legs, nice curvy hips, a small waist, 
and a very pretty face with big brown eyes, a small 
nose, full lips, and slightly crooked but dazzlingly 
white teeth, all framed by shoulder-length curly brown 
hair. Best of all, though, were her absolutely superb 
tits. Standard beachwear for women in France consists of 
nothing more than the bottom half of a bikini, in 
Julia's case always very skimpy. 

Every day, hiding the direction of my gaze behind my 
sunglasses, I would steal long lingering looks at her 
magnificent boobs. They were big enough that your hand 
wouldn't quite cover them, they were round and firm and 
proud, and topped by dark chewy nipples that stood out 
like coat pegs whenever she came out of the sea after a 
swim. 

Every night I would lie in my tent rubbing my cock, 
imagining being with her. I'd been wanking to orgasm for 
just a few months at that point, and I got plenty of 
practice that first summer. The nights I listened to her 
and Andrew fucking quietly just a few feet away from me, 
separated by only a couple of thin layers of tent 
fabric, were particularly pleasurable, but also 
particularly frustrating: what earthly chance did a 
spotty thirteen-year-old have of any action with such a 
gorgeous married older woman?

Over the next few summers Julia and I developed a 
harmless, pleasant, somewhat flirty relationship. I was 
still enormously attracted to her. At age eighteen, I 
stopped going on holiday with my parents, but as her 
daughter was born on the very same day as my youngest 
sister, our families remained friendly. 

When I was 23 I landed a job for a few months one summer 
in the town about 20 miles from their home, and I 
decided to get in touch. Julia was by then in her mid- 
to late-30s. I hadn't seen her for six years. I phoned 
them and was invited to dinner later that week. 

The evening of the dinner I took the bus to their 
village and found the house easily. I had bought a small 
bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine. She greeted me at 
the door with a quick kiss on the cheek. Her perfume was 
very nice, subtle, a little mysterious, sweet. She stood 
back a little, gave me an appraising look up and down 
and said, "It's been too long. You're looking good, 
Joe." So was she. She hadn't gained a pound. There were 
one or two new fine lines around her eyes, but she was 
still extremely attractive. 

I learned that Andrew had been called away to 
Switzerland for a three-day business trip at a moment's 
notice the previous day. I was sorry to miss him, as he 
was a pretty funny guy, but being entertained by just 
Julia and her kids was fine by me. And it turned out 
that him being away led to all sorts of unanticipated 
adventures.

The girl, Karen, was 15 by now. She was a bit too young 
for me to make any moves on, but she had turned into a 
really sexy little thing. It was obvious from her pert 
breasts, tight bum, cute face, and dazzling white teeth 
that she was going to grow up to be just as gorgeous as 
her mum. She had inherited the art of delightful 
flirting from her mother, too. 

The kids were old enough to look after themselves, so 
after a very pleasant evening, including a delicious 
dinner, Julia offered to drive me back to town. She told 
her kids not to wait up for her, as they had school the 
next day, it was already almost 10:30, and she'd be gone 
at least an hour. We chatted about this and that on the 
way. 

As we drew up beside the place where I was staying 
(house-sitting for some other friends who were sailing 
in the Caribbean for three months, the miserable dogs), 
I remarked that this was the first time she and I had 
ever been alone.

"I know," she said. "In fact, I'm a little surprised you 
haven't tried to take advantage of me in this situation. 
After all, here you are, alone in a strange town, and 
here I am, an attractive older woman who you have a 
history of flirting with, my husband away …" Her voice 
trailed off. Was she suggesting something?

"Oh, don't think I haven't thought about it," I mumbled.

"What have you thought?" she asked.

I paused. I didn't want to step over any boundaries, 
although it was unclear to me where the line was, 
exactly. "Um, I don't know, really." I was ashamed at 
how pathetic that was.

"What have you thought?" There was a cajoling insistence 
in her voice. 

I figured that talking about fucking her was as close as 
I was going to get, so I took a deep breath and went for 
it. "Well, for many years I've dreamt of what it must be 
like to feel the inside of your thighs pressing on my 
ears as I drink from your love fountain while you cum in 
my mouth. There." Neither of us spoke for what seemed 
like a month, but it was probably only about 5 seconds, 
really. 

I couldn't bear the silence, so blurted out, "There's 
plenty of other stuff I'd like to do as well, that's 
just for starters." I paused once again. The stillness 
was excruciating. I was convinced that I had completely 
blown it, that she was going to take offence, tell my 
parents, and sever all communication between our 
families.

Then she said, "Oh, Joe, you always were such a 
considerate boy. That sounds very nice." She was 
reacting as though I'd offered to do her grocery 
shopping or something. "But where were you planning to 
do this?" she went on. "My car wouldn't be very 
comfortable, would it?" She turned towards me and 
smiled. 

Even in the dark of the parked car I could see her 
gleaming teeth. It was at this point that I realized she 
was hot for me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 
Was I actually going to have this beautiful woman I'd 
been lusting after for almost as long as I'd had 
hormones? I suddenly felt desperately awkward, as if the 
thought of actual real sex with Julia had transformed me 
back into what I was last time I'd seen her: a horny 
teenager with a bad complexion and a sorry habit of 
cumming a few seconds after a girl touched my cock. I 
began stammering some banal reply. 

I could almost feel a premature ejaculation coming on, 
and I didn't even have a hard-on! This was ridiculous! I 
was twenty-three, and by then a skillful and confident 
lover, and experienced enough to be able to enjoy 
myself. I took another deep breath and forced myself to 
relax.

"We can go inside, of course," I said. My mind was 
racing, trying to come up with a solution to one 
possible problem: I couldn't remember if I'd left any 
wank magazines lying around in the house. I hadn't 
bothered to tidy up, as my list of possible scenarios 
for the evening had definitely not included bringing 
Julia back to my place for sex. But what the hell, if 
there was some skin on show, she might enjoy it. "You're 
very welcome to come in," I said, "but I should warn you 
that my room might not be, um, too presentable." I 
thought this was a neat solution, but she saw right 
through it.

"Ah, you mean there might be some porn in evidence. I 
don't mind that, Joe. I enjoy looking at sexy pictures. 
I'm used to it." I wondered for a moment what she and 
Andrew were into, until she said, "I have a teenage son, 
after all."

At her suggestion went straight up to the bedroom, 
which, amazingly enough, was immaculate. The bed was 
made, my clothes were all either in the laundry basket 
or put away, and two magazines were in evidence, one 
about technology, one about current affairs. We stood a 
little awkwardly near the bed, until she reached over 
and touched my cheek, then said, "Lie down, Joe. Just 
watch." I quickly took off my shoes and socks and lay on 
the bed with my ankles crossed and my hands behind my 
head. My heart was thumping away, and my cock was 
already semi-erect.

She smiled at me, and after slipping her shoes off, 
raised her hand to the top of her blouse. She swayed her 
hips a little as she started undoing the buttons down 
the front. I caught a glimpse of white bra and felt my 
cock swelling. I moved my hand down to stimulate it, but 
she said, "No you don't. Just watch. We'll take care of 
him later." 

So I lay back and admired what I was seeing. She slipped 
the blouse off and laid it neatly on a chair, then she 
reached behind her, unzipped her skirt, slid that down 
over her hips, and put it on the chair as well. As it 
was June, she was much less suntanned than I was used to 
seeing her. My guess is she hadn't been expecting any 
action tonight, either, as her bra and panties were 
nothing special. 

I can only imagine how fantastic she would have looked 
in something sexy like a red teddy and suspender belt. 
Anyway, still smiling, she reached behind, unclasped her 
bra, carefully took it off, and put it on top of her 
other clothes. Her tits were just as magnificent as they 
had been six years earlier, still round and firm and 
proud. Her nipples were puckering up like raspberries, 
eminently suckable. I was very excited. 

She stood next to me for a moment on two in just her 
panties, and then said, "OK, your turn. Up you get." I 
was a little disappointed that she had stopped 
undressing before getting completely naked, but I 
realized that for now she wanted us both to see no more 
of each other than we had before. We changed places. I 
stood beside the bed and started undressing while she 
lay down in the exact same position that I had been in. 
"Stop when you get down to your underpants and then lie 
down beside me," she said. 

I nodded and smiled at her as I unbuttoned my shirt and 
took it off. As I had been working out, I was 
considerably more muscled than when she had last seen 
me. She let out a quiet exclamation to let me know she 
was impressed by my musculature. I undid my belt and 
trousers and slipped them off. She let out another quiet 
exclamation to let me know she was impressed by the size 
of my cock, which was by now stretching the fabric of my 
briefs to an almost ridiculous extent. She rolled onto 
her side and I hopped onto the bed beside her. 

We lay side by side, smiling a little coyly into each 
other's eyes. I could barely contain my excitement, and 
in fact my cock head slipped out from under the 
waistband of my underpants and pointed up towards 
Julia's face, keen to get into the action. I ran my hand 
gently up her back which caused her to shudder 
deliciously. She said, "Kiss me, Joe." 

As our tongues met a thrill ran through my body. We 
explored mouths deeply and lustily. I tried to roll on 
top of her, but she said, "No, wait, let's just kiss and 
caress some more." 

I wanted her so badly, but she was right; there was 
undoubtedly pleasure in anticipation and taking things 
slowly. So we kissed and stroked torsos for some time 
and then I worked my way down her body a little, kissing 
her neck, her shoulder, the side of her breast, and then 
… a holy grail met … her nipple. It was bullet-hard and 
almost the size of the last knuckle of my thumb. She 
moaned and encouraged me, sexily cradling the other tit 
in the crook of her arm, raising it for my eager mouth. 
I suckled greedily. 

My poor cock was straining for some action. She had 
wrapped one leg over my hip, and I was pressing up 
against her as best I could, but the position we were in 
didn't make it easy. "Julia," I said, "I—" 

"I know." She stood up and without taking her eyes off 
me slid her panties down her legs and onto the floor. 
Above her mons, her bush was fairly thick, extending in 
a neat triangle outwards, but over her labia she was 
almost completely hairless. Her inner pussy lips 
protruded well over half an inch. I reached over and 
stroked the top of her inner thigh, which sent a frisson 
through her body. I moved my hand up and … another holy 
grail met … slid my middle finger in the silky moist 
opening between her legs. She gasped and pressed down 
slightly on my hand. 

"Get back onto the bed," I suggested. She climbed up and 
sat astride me, the heat from her sweet sex burning on 
my belly. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly, her 
tongue darting in and out of my mouth. My hands roamed 
over her bum and back and kneaded her tits as they hung 
down toward my chest. 

"Move up," I said, "and sit your sweet self on my face." 

Somewhat inelegantly, she scooted up the bed with her 
legs still straddling my body. When her sex was level 
with my neck she raised her bum and continued wiggling 
until she was positioned right over my mouth. Then she 
lowered her pelvis and … another holy grail met … I 
kissed her cunt. She tasted quite incredible, fruity and 
smoky and so rich. I had dreamt about doing this for 
nearly half my life, and now here I was with one hand 
stroking her bum, the other holding her pussy lips 
apart, and my tongue lapping at her love. I was in 
bliss. Her labia swelled as she got more excited, and 
she was moaning in a sweet, strangled way. "Oh, God, 
Joe, you're really good. Andrew won't ever do this. He 
says he doesn't like the taste."

"Idiot doesn't know what he's missing," I mumbled. "But 
let's not talk about him right now, OK?"

"Ah, yes, OK, sorry."

I reached up and squeezed her tits as she pushed her 
heavenly crotch down into my face. How I managed to 
leave my cock alone still beggars belief. The poor guy 
was throbbing red for some action. Julia rocked her 
pelvis back and forth, moaning loudly, squeezing against 
the sides of my head with her legs. I just held my head 
and tongue steady while she did all the work. Her juices 
were smearing all over the bottom half of my face. Her 
pubes were tickling my nose, but I wasn't going to stop 
her on account of that. 

I started sucking quite hard, and each time she moved up 
I got her clit between my lips. It was standing proud, 
red, inflamed, so smooth and so strong. By the changes 
to the rhythm of her rocking and the volume of her 
moans, I could tell that she was not far from that 
delightful edge of orgasm. She suddenly screamed out 
"Oh, God, I'm going to cum. Oh, yes, oh yes!" And then a 
great shudder went through her entire body accompanied 
by a load moan and … another holy grail met … with the 
inside of her thighs pressing against my ears, I drank 
her love-juice as she cummed into my open and oh so 
willing mouth.

When she was done she rolled off me and lay on the bed, 
flushed, panting, unbelievably sexy. "Oh my God, Joe, 
that was fantastic. You've done that before, haven't 
you?"

"Um, once or twice, yes," I replied, smiling modestly. 

"Do you want to make love now?" 

"Oh, I think I might be ready." I stood up and slipped 
my briefs off. My erection was rock hard, pointing 
straight up. I stroked it a couple of times, which felt 
very nice, finally, but I certainly needed no 
stimulation to be ready. Julia lay naked on her back 
with her knees up and legs open, smiling at me with 
those gorgeous brown eyes and white, white teeth. 

"I'm on the pill, so you don't need to pull out or 
anything, alright?" she said. I nodded, blissful, 
delighted to hear this. "Your cock is so beautiful, my 
sweet boy. Come, let me feel it inside me." Her voice 
was like poetry. 

I grasped her ankles and pulled her down until the top 
of her legs were level with the foot of the bed, then 
lifted her feet and rested them on my shoulders. She 
looked so incredibly alluring beneath me like that. I 
placed the head of my cock at the opening to her sweet 
pussy and … another holy grail met … pushed gently home 
to feel the gentle grip of the velvety smooth rich warm 
river that was her cunt. 

I was in paradise. Slowly I withdrew until just the very 
tip of my cock was touching her lips, and then just as 
slowly I pushed back in so that she gripped the head 
only. We fucked like that for a little while, me 
standing on the floor, her with her sweet, strong cunt 
lips working that sensitive ridge where the glans meets 
the shaft. I had just the perfect view of the head 
disappearing and reemerging. 

Gradually I lengthened my thrusts until we were fucking 
deep, hard. She rubbed her magnificent breasts, pushing 
them up together, inviting me to bend down and suck on 
her nipples. Our hips were locked in perfect rhythm with 
each other, gaining pace in a steady acceleration. 

As our speed increased her tits were jiggling up and 
down, the nipples standing up proudly. She was gasping 
and moaning, and mixed in with the incoherent sounds was 
encouragement for me to cum. With her ankles resting on 
my shoulders I was fucking her good and deep. 

I felt as though my entire sexual history had been 
building to this moment. This wasn't just some pretty 
girl I'd met somewhere or other and hit it off with, 
Julia was the first woman I had really fancied and 
fantasized about. 

I'd known her since I was thirteen, and now here she was 
writhing around under me in obvious transports of joy 
with my cock buried in her pussy. I was about to 
complete the circle; the spotty kid was about to become 
a man. Too soon I felt my release beginning to rise up 
from my balls. "I'm going to cum," I gasped between 
thrusts. "I'd like to delay it more, but I can't help 
it. You're way too sexy."

"Oh, yes, my sweet man, fuck me, fuck me good. Give me 
all your cum." She understood, too! Just before I 
entered her, she had called me her sweet boy, and now I 
was her sweet man. I had an idea that we might be able 
to cum together, so I reached down and stimulated her 
clit with my forefinger. It worked. She ratcheted up her 
movements, gyrating her hips under me. 

My cock head did its usual excited thing of swelling to 
an enormous size just before my sperm rockets up my 
shaft, and as I plunged deep into her she felt the 
growth, let out a long wail, and cried out, "Oh, my god, 
I'm cumming again!" 

We hit our peak simultaneously, a first for me. My jizz 
cascaded into her pussy … another holy grail met … with 
a series of indescribably wonderful spasms and at the 
same exact moment that they started, her pelvis rolled 
and rocked as her orgasm pumped through her body, 
through her sex and into mine. Afterwards, as the rolls 
of energy faded, she lay on her back, eyes closed, 
smiling dreamily. 

We continued rocking gently for some time, enjoying the 
wet sensations, until she gracefully removed her ankles 
from my shoulders and I plopped out of her. She scooted 
back up the bed and I lay down on top of her. We had a 
long, sweet cuddle, during which she told me what a 
wonderful lover I was and that this was the first time 
she had ever cum twice like that. 

I kept my thoughts to myself, but I had to wonder about 
Andrew: he didn't eat her out, he'd never given her 
multiple orgasms. What was wrong with him? If I was 
married to a woman as beautiful and as sexy as Julia, 
I'd have made damn sure she was getting pleasured 
regularly, as she would be a prize catch for anyone.

I told her how I had fancied her since the moment I had 
laid eyes on her ten years ago, how I used to imagine 
being with her, and that as good as my fantasies were, 
they could not approach the amazing real thing. 

Supremely comfortable and satisfied, I must have dozed 
off. When I woke, some hours later, I was alone. I still 
have the note she had put on the chest of drawers. 

"Goodbye, Joe. 

Thanks for having me! This needs to be our secret. 
Please don't call me or try to see me again. This is the 
first time I've ever been unfaithful to Andrew in 
seventeen years of marriage, so understandably I have 
some mixed feelings. 

You were incredible, we were incredible and I can't 
thank you enough. I had an extraordinary, wonderful 
time, and did things I never imagined I was capable of, 
with anyone. To be with a man I've known since he was a 
boy was very special. It was completely unexpected and 
completely memorable. 

I shall treasure tonight forever. 

Thank you. 

Julia xxx."

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