My story begins in a small southern Ontario town, during a hot muggy summer. I was seventeen years old, and full of raging hormones. My neighbor, Mrs. Sarah MacClaren, was every teen males fantasy. Long thick cascading blonde hair that flowed down over her shoulders, a golden brown tan, hypnotic blue eyes, pouty lips and those breasts, wow, large and firm (36DD) and nipples that could poke your eyes out. Her legs where wonderful.
I lusted after this lady for the last two years and thought that here goes another summer of masturbating and fucking bimbos.
This was to change today, unbeknownst to me. The day started out with my mother asking me to go over to Mrs.MacClarens place, and help her move some furniture as her husband and son where away as usual playing golf.
I knocked on the door. Mrs. MacClaren answered wearing a short mini skirt, high heels and a blouse that showed the ampleness of her breasts. She said, "Come in Max, how are you?" "Ok I guess." "Listen Max," she said, "could you help me move the furniture in the bedroom, as Im going to paint today; this is the last room in the house that needs doing." I asked her if she was painting the closet, and if she was that we should cover the clothes or remove them to another room. She said move them to the next room. I nearly fell over, when I opened the door to her closet. Lingerie the likes I have only seen in a Victoria Secrets catalog. Touching these items makes me feel hot and flushed, caused my heart to beat so fast that Im sure that she could hear it in the next room. I finished the task and was about to leave when Mrs.MacClaren said, "Max thanks for the help. I was wondering if you would come by tonight and join me for supper. I hate eating alone," she said, "and call me Sarah, Mrs. MacClaren makes me feel old, okay?"
I go home, but my hard on is so stiff it aches. I begin to fantasize about Sarah naked and offering her mouth to me to fuck, which only makes me harder. I begin to stroke my thi... Læs hele novellen
