Rainy day

It was a cold, rainy, October day when I was sitting by the photo window waiting for the errand boy to deliver my order. I was thinking of my husband, who served in the Navy, aboard an aircraft carrier. He’d been gone five months and I thought about how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We were only married a month before Ed’s tour started and we made sure every minute counts. We fucked six times a day in so many different positions in that month.

While I was there dreaming about those days and nights with Ed, I felt my sexual desires getting stronger. I was suddenly ripped back to reality when the doorbell rang. It was the errand boy. He drove his car into our driveway and stood outside, soaking wet. I left my chair by the window and hurried to open the door. There, dripping head to toe, was a young blonde hair, teenager asking if he had the right place. I apologized for letting him come out in such a bad weather, but the boy said he didn’t mind and asked where I wanted to put the bags. I told him to take them to the kitchen, but he had to let me help bring them in. I said it was the least I could do to show him I’m sorry he got soaked. We both ran through the pouring rain to his car and managed to get all the bags in one trip. I was all soaked up and we both laughed at the state we were in.

I took two large towels out of my closet and gave one to the grocery store. When we were standing in my kitchen, drying our hair, I noticed that he kept peeping on my chest whenever I looked away. I looked down myself to see what was so curious, and realized that the wet flannel shirt I was wearing clinging to my breasts and had them sketched perfectly. I don’t wear a bra in the house and I haven’t even thought about what might happen if I went out in the rain. I looked at the boy and saw his face as red as a tomato. He started banging a little and then said he had to go back to the store. I covered my chest with my towel and told the young man I was sorry to embarrass him and that I would tip him before he left. I made him wait in my kitchen while I went to get my bag in the back room.

Then I went a little crazy. When I got a couple of bucks for the errand boy, I figured out how he’d looked at my wet flannel-covered tits and decided to show him what he really wanted to see. I thought I’d quickly turn into dry panties and bathrobe before I got back. When I came back to the kitchen, the young man looked rather surprised to see that I had changed. I gave him $5 and thanked him again for his trouble. He turned to me and started at the door. Then I took off my robe and showed my breasts. I called the boy and said, “Oh, before you go, I thought you might want to see this.” He turned around and almost fell over his own feet when he saw my naked tits. He was speechless and I said: I saw how you admired my chest and I thought I’d show you my breasts. Think of it as an extra tip to be so nice." Then I was stunned. The young man couldn’t be older than 18, said, “Wow! Your beauty, ma’am! Do you mind if… Can you tell me… That’s how big… I mean…” I tried to suppress a smile and said, “How big are my breasts?” He stammered with a, “Yes… Yes… yes. If you don’t mind.” I said, “I measure 39” and wear a D-bra." The shocked boy shocked me then, I didn’t think he’d have the guts, but he asked: “Can I touch them?” I replied, “My, my. We’re getting over our embarrassment, aren’t we? Come here and feel what you want, but that’s all, then you got to go. Bad boy!” The excited boy walked up to me and clasped my tits with his hands and slowly squeezed them. He was breathing like he’d walked a mile, and he just kept staring at my jars. I noticed that he had developed a raging hardon, and on the front of his jeans was a long tubular bulge over his right leg. I can’t deny I got very hot myself. It was five months since I let my tits stroke like the boy did and it felt so nice.

After a few minutes of phone calls, the boy asked if he could kiss one of my tits. I dropped my robe and told him to move on. I knew I was going too far, but I couldn’t stop myself. The young man started kissing the side of my right tit and then around the 3" aereola. I was hot as a bitch back then. I threw my head back and said, “Oh, suck on my nipple. Suck on it, please!” I felt the mouth of my young lover close around the end of my tit and his tongue began to swirl around the stiff nipple. Then he started sucking more of my flesh into his mouth. He made my chest pop out of his mouth and whispered, “Please, lady, let me see your pussy!” He kept kneading my tits looking into my eyes, waiting for my answer. I said, “Okay! Okay! But that’s it! Not anymore, look.” I stepped back from him and rolled down my white cotton panties to reveal my pussy to the young boy. He rubbed his boner through his jeans and gassed: You look just like those girls in Playboy. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m looking at a real female pussy." I asked him if you were jerking off watching those girls in Playboy. The boy turned red again and nodded to do so. I told him it was nothing to be ashamed of, that it was perfectly normal.

I pulled my panties off my legs and stood there all naked. I said, “Do you want a real woman to pose for you while you’re jerking off?” The boy couldn’t talk, but he had his pants off. He pulled his underwear down and his slippery young dick jumped up, it was purple of all the tension it had been under. His member was neat, I’d say 7" or something, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off. The boy took his dick in his right hand and started pulling it up and down as he stared at me. I pretended to be him when he jerked himself off. I’d bend over and leave my tits hanging under me. Then I turned to him and spread my legs, and revealed my pussy from behind. I squeezed my jugs when the boy couldn’t take more and shot long spores of sperm on my kitchen floor. The boy fell into a chair and mumbled. I would have gone too far to stop there. I asked the boy, “Do you want me to clean your dick?” Then I kneeled before him and licked his still hard dick. I sucked his dick in my mouth and the boy yelled, “I’m going to shoot again!” I quickly pulled my mouth off him and said, “Oh, no, not yet!” Then I gently pressed on the end of his dick, just below and under the dick. I said, “Before you shoot again, why don’t you put that hard dick of yours in my pussy?”

The shaking boy nodded his head and I turned around on the tile floor. I looked back at him and I said, “Get off that chair and get behind me. I liked being screwed from behind!” The boy kneeled behind me and started to feel my ass and cunt. I told him to put the end of his dick in my cunt’s folds. I had a huge orgasm and I yelled: Fuck me! Fuck me! The boy gave me a little grunt and slipped his throbbing dick inside me. I told him to squeeze my tits and fuck me hard. He leaned over my back and reached under me to get my dangling tits. Then he started fucking my smooth pussy like he’d done it a hundred times before. I had three more orgasms and I felt the boy shot me at least twice before he pulled his dick out of me.

After we both had the chance to catch our breath, we sat on the tile floor, facing each other in silence. Finally, the young boy, who had just finished the royal renaming my cunt, said, “I still can’t believe I fucked a real woman!” I told him, “That was absolutely fantastic. Let’s take a shower and then do it again!” The boy told me he’d be back in the store an hour ago and his boss would be furious if he didn’t come back soon. I told my new found lover I had to take care of it, and asked him if his boss knew his mother. The boy told me his boss had never spoken to his mother, so I answered the phone and called the supermarket. I asked the manager to speak, and when he answered, I said, “Hello, this is Barry’s mother. I’m sorry, but Barry can’t go back to work. After his last delivery he came home wet and complained that he wasn’t feeling well. I took him out of his wet clothes and took his temperature, orally. It glowed. He’s gonna take a hot shower now and I’m gonna put him to bed. I’m going to try to sweat that fever out of him, but it looks like he’s in bed for the next 24 hours, at least!” When I hung up on the phone, I felt a warm hand on my left tit and turned around to see the smiling boy with another monstrous stiff. He said, “A man could not dream of a better 18th birthday gift than you! My birthday is in three weeks!” I thought to myself that if anyone ever found out I was fucking and blowing an 18-year-old, I would never survive! But the sight of that beautiful, beating teen hardon made me forget what was right or wrong. When Barry and I walked to the bathroom, he gently stroked my ass and asked, “How’s 69?” I closed my eyes and thought: “Thank you! Thank you!”