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It started out innocently enough. But then, doesn’t it always? It was Monday afternoon and I was in the back yard pulling weeds.
“Hey, Mrs. Carter.”
I turned in the direction of the voice and saw Bobby Campfield walking along the path that separated my yard from West Valley Park.
“Hi, Bobby,” I shot back. “How are you doing?”
Bobby came to a stop by my back gate and smiled. “I’m doing ok, I guess.”
“What do you mean, ‘I guess?’ Is something wrong?”
“Not really,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders.
Now I’m not usually one to stick my nose into other people’s business. In fact it’s usually just the opposite. But I’ve been friends with Bobby’s mother for more than half of my forty years, and I’ve known Bobby since the day he was born. It was obvious that something had him a little down. So I reached for the gate and pulled it open. “How about I get you a nice cold Coke and we can talk about it?”
He looked at me for a moment before smiling and chuckling. “You’
re worse than my mom,” he said. “Sure, that’d be nice.”
I closed the gate behind him and led him to the table on my back patio. After I fetched two Cokes from the refrigerator I returned to the patio and joined him at the table.
“Here you go,” I said as I placed his drink before him. “Now, what’s going on?”
“It’s really nothing,” he said. “It’s just that all my high school friends have run off to real colleges while I’m still living at home and going to community college.” He pointed at his book-filled backpack for emphasis. “I guess I’m just feeling a little sorry for myself, that’s all.”
I reached across the table and placed my hand on his. “Yeah, I guess I can understand that. But I’m sure some of your friends are still around, right?”
“Not really. I mean sure, there’re people I know from school going to the community college, but none of them were really friends.” He looked down at my hand resting on his, before lifting his eyes to meet mine.
“Any hoot,” he continued. “Like I said, it’s not really a big deal, just a little self pity.”
I smiled and withdrew my hand. “Don’t worry. You’ll make new friends in no time.”
“Yeah, I hope so.”
“So, you walk to school?” I asked, changing the subject a bit.
“Sure. It’s only a mile if I cut through the park. And when you consider the parking hassle, it ends up quicker this way.”
We ended up talking 20 more minutes, during which I learned that Bobby had classes on Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Friday’s from around eight in the morning to one in the afternoon, that he was taking all the normal freshman classes and that – for the moment, at least – he wasn’t working.
* * *
That Wednesday found me out in the yard again, dressed in knee-length shorts and a light blue tank top, when Bobby passed.
“Hey, Mrs. Carter,” he greeted. “Doing your yard work again, I see.”
“Yeah. Sometimes it feels like that’s all I ever do,” I smiled.
As he approached the gate he began to slow down. “I don’t suppose I could beat you out of another Coke, could I?” he asked.
“Of course you could,” I replied as I opened the gate. Once again he made himself comfortable at the patio table while I fetched the drinks.
“So, are things looking any better today?” I asked.
“Actually,” Bobby chuckled. “They’re about the same. But I have managed to get the self-pity thing out of my system. I really appreciate you listening to me the other day. I think it helped to just talk about it.”
“Glad I could help,” I smiled back.
We talked for about a half-hour that day, but I’ll be darned if I can remember about what. For some reason, I found it easy talking with Bobby, and I think he felt the same.
* * *
I was having a particularly lazy morning that Friday, lounging around the house in my bathrobe, when I noticed that it was already a little after noon. Bobby would be by soon, I thought. It didn’t strike me as the least bit strange when I headed for the bedroom to get dressed.
I picked out a nice shorts and tank-top combination, before changing my mind and replacing the tank-top with a low-cut halter-top. Then I headed out to the back yard.
* * *
I was near the back gate when Bobby came into sight.
“Hi,” I said, already releasing the latch and swinging open on the gate. It didn’t even occur to me that he wouldn’t stop in for a Coke. Nor did it enter my mind that maybe this was a little more familiarity than a 40 year-old woman should have with a 19 year-old man.
“How was school today?”
“OK,” Bobby replied as he walked through the gate.
Things followed the usual script, me getting a couple of Coke’s while Bobby took a seat at the patio table. And then we talked. Mindless gossip, mostly. Nothing I would even remember later. Nothing, that is, until we strayed into the one area that we should have stayed away from.
Sex!
And it was me that opened the door, never dreaming the events that would unfold because of those six innocent words.
“So, do you have a girlfriend?”
He didn’t. Not at the moment, anyway. There was one girl he’d been seeing over the summer, but she’d gone off to school and things just sort of fizzled out. There’d been a couple of short relationships during his senior year, but no one special. And, it seems, they all had one thing in common.
“They’re so immature,” he blurted out. “Not just the girls I dated, either. It seems that it’s a requirement that girls need to be giggly, gum-chewing airheads that spend all of their time on cell phones gossiping about this boy or that.”
He paused, took a long, slow breath and looked me right in the eyes. “I can’t tell you how nice it is to talk to a real woman for a change.”
I could feel myself blushing as I lowered my eyes. But I wasn’t blushing from embarrassment over his compliment. No, it wasn’t that at all. It was that I was enjoying our relationship as much as he was. And after I took a deep breath and regained my composure, I told him so.
“I feel the same way about you, Bobby. It’s been years since I’ve been able to sit down with a man and just talk. I don’t know why, but being with you feels really good.”
We sat there for a long, silent minute, just looking at each other. Finally, he broke the silence.
“So how long has it been since you’ve been with a man?” he asked bluntly.
I’ll admit that the question surprised me a bit. I mean, did he mean that the way it sounded? One look in his eyes gave me the answer. That’s exactly the way he meant it. I almost told him it was none of his business. Perhaps if I had things would have turned out different.
“I got married eighteen years ago,” I mature adult pics tgp thumbnail galleries
replied instead. “Since then, my husband is the only man I’ve been with. He died 15 years ago.”
There was an awkward silence while we looked into each others eyes. “That’s a long time,” he said at last.
Somehow, we managed to steer the conversation to safer ground, although several times I caught him staring at my breasts when he thought I wasn’t looking. When I’d turn to face him he’d turn his head away, blushing. But that didn’t keep him from looking the next chance he got. For my part, I did nothing to discourage his attentions. Truth was, I found it flattering.
Finally, he pushed himself up from the table. “I have to get going. See you Monday?” The last was more a question then a statement.
I smiled but stayed seated. “I’d like that,” I responded, very much aware of slight cracking in my voice.
He left without another word. I spent the rest of the day fussing around the house, unable to purge Bobby completely from my mind. Bed time found me naked between the sheets, thoughts of Bobby running through my head while my fingers danced over my love button and dove deep into my pussy.
* * *
I rose early Monday morning, showered and dressed, selecting a modest pair of shorts and my favorite tank-top. I ran a few errands around town, making certain to arrive home before noon so as not to miss Bobby.
I was in the garden, pulling weeds while I awaited my visitor. My mind was working overtime. I thought back to Friday, to how our conversation had strayed into risky territory. And I remembered that special excitement I’d felt when he stared at my breasts. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, but there was no denying the excitement that was rising in my loins. Damn it, I liked it when he looked at me like that. It made me feel young again, and special.
I rose suddenly and returned to my bedroom. Wasting no time, I stripped down to my panties and began searching through my dresser. When I emerged from the house a few minutes later, I was wearing a pair of tight-fitting cut-off blue jeans that barely covered my ass and a floral patterned bikini top. A nice outfit for catching a little sun while you worked in the yard, I thought, or for catching the attention of a handsome young man.
Understand, even at this point I didn’t believe I was doing anything really wrong. After all, what was the harm in a little innocent teasing? I mean, we both liked it when he’d try to steal a peek here and there, right? I sure know I did. It was a win-win situation.
* * *
I was kneeling behind a hedge, just my head visible over the shrubs when Bobby walked up to the gate. “Hi, Mrs. Carter.”
I took a deep breath and rose to my feet, turning to face the young man.
“Hi, Bobby,” I answered, moving towards the gate.
Bobby opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out as his eyes were drawn instantly to my scantily clad bosom.
He muttered something unintelligible under his breath while he stood there, eyes glued to my chest.
“Is something wrong?” I asked innocently as I reached for the gate, shaking him from his reverie.
“Huh? Oh, no. Not at all.”
“Well, come on in then,” I said as I turned and started for the patio. “Close the gate behind you,” I called out over my shoulder, making certain that there was a bit more wiggle in my walk than normal.
Things went pretty much as normal for the rest of his visit, only the visit was a bit longer this time with several long, awkward moments of silence. Bobby seemed to be fidgeting a lot, like he couldn’t quite get comfortable in his chair, his eyes straying frequently to my chest. By the time he got up to leave, I was ready to explode.
We had just reached the back gate when he stopped and turned to face me. “I hope you don’t mind my saying, Mrs. Carter, but you look really hot today.”
I must have turned several shades of red before I was finally able to speak. “Thank you, Bobby,” I said softly. “And no, I don’t mind you saying that.”
With that, he turned and made his way through the gate. After he’d finally disappeared from sight I returned to the house. Two minutes later I was lying naked on my bed with two fingers shoved up my pussy.
* * *
I went shopping the next day, the previous afternoon with Bobby still on my mind. Mostly I was just window shopping, until somehow ending up in the swimming suit section of a large department store. Several of the suits weren’t bad, but nothing really stood out. Then, just as I was getting ready to move on, I saw it – a dull yellow bikini that would be a perfect offset to my deep tan. Both the top and bottom were quite revealing, with the bottoms tying on both sides with single, narrow cords. Next to it was a beautiful sarong; floral in design and mostly see-through.
Even as I was paying for it, I knew I could never wear it in front of Bobby.
* * *
Wednesday morning saw me once again loafing around the house, unable to get either Bobby or the yellow bikini off my mind. For a forty year-old, I still looked pretty darn good – damn good, actually! And that bikini was just made for me.
I guess that deep down, I knew I was crossing a line when I put on the suit and sarong, but I couldn’t help it. I liked it that a 19 year-old found me attractive. I liked it a lot! And I was not going to do anything to curb his interest.
‘As long as I’m wearing the sarong,’ I rationalized to myself, ‘it’s not that much worse than what I wore the other day. Besides, what’s the harm if we both enjoy it? It’s just a harmless little tease.’
* * *
I was standing about 10 feet from the back gate when he came into view. The instant he saw me he stopped, but quickly regained his composure and stepped up to the gate.
“Good afternoon, Bobby,” I said somewhat formally.
He opened the gate, stepped through and closed it behind him, before turning back to me.
“You look sensational, Mrs. Carter,” he finally said.
“Why thank you, sir,” I said, making a mock curtsy. Then I turned and headed for the house, knowing full well that he was following me, his eyes glued to my swaying ass.
I reached the sliding glass door, opened it and started through. Today, however, Bobby didn’t wait on the patio like the other days.
It was at that moment that I finally realized what a dangerous game I’d been playing. I suppose even then I could have put a stop to things. But I didn’t. Instead I smiled encouragingly at him, turned and continued into the kitchen.
I heard the door sliding shut as I reached the kitchen counter. A moment later he was behind me, his nervous hands coming to rest on my shoulders. I could feel his hands trembling as he held me, even as I could feel my own heart pounding in my mature adult pics tgp thumbnail galleries
chest.
He seemed to grow bolder as the seconds ticked by and I made no move to escape. He began squeezing my shoulders softly, rubbing them sensually. I did nothing to stop him. Nearly a minute passed before his hands slid off my shoulders and down my arms to my waist, sliding to the front of the sarong to release the knot that held it in place.
He was now moving with a confidence which contradicted his years, sensing that I would make no move to stop him. His hands slid to my hips, each taking hold of the side ties, pulling until the knots came free. He then pulled the bottom through my legs and cast it aside.
I didn’t move – indeed, I don’t think I could have if I’d wanted to – as his hands slid up my back. They reached the bottom strap of my top and unhooked it, before moving to the strap behind my neck and untying it. He then pulled the top off and tossed it aside, leaving me as naked as the day I was born.
I stood there like a statue, waiting. For several seconds he didn’t touch me, but I could feel his eyes boring in on me. Soon enough, he placed his hands on my shoulders and began massaging them once again as I closed my eyes, trying unsuccessfully to control my shaking.
I could sense his confidence continuing to grow as each new second ticked by, and I could feel myself falling further and further under his spell.
He brushed the hair off my neck and leaned forward, planting soft little kisses from my shoulder to my ear. He took his time, making certain that each part of my neck and shoulder got equal treatment, before taking my earlobe between his teeth and biting it gently.
Finally, he took hold of my upper arms and turned me gently around. The moment I looked into his eyes, I lost it, throwing myself into his arms while I hungrily attacked his lips with mine. I could feel his hands roaming over my back, my neck and my ass. And when he squeezed my fanny roughly, I grabbed the back of his head, pulling his mouth even harder against mine, losing myself in the moment.
Eventually his hands took hold of my upper arms and pushed me away. Reluctantly, I released him. He took several steps backwards, allowing his eyes to take in my nakedness. He then raised his eyes to mine and opened his mouth to speak. I stepped forward quickly, placing my finger on his lips, cutting off the words before they could escape his lips.
“Please,” I whispered. “Don’t talk.”
He turned his head and surveyed his surroundings, his eyes quickly falling on the kitchen table and the armless chairs that surrounded it. He stepped to the table, pulled out a chair and turned it so it was facing me. He then took both my hands in his and lowered himself onto the chair, pulling me forward until I was facing him on his lap, my legs straddling his while my breasts hovered mere inches from his face.
He moved his hands to my sides, his eyes glued to my rapidly rising and falling bosom, before moving them slowly but purposefully upward to take possession of his trophy. “Oh, yes,” I murmured when they finally reached there mark.
I moved my hands to his head as he kneaded me, first pinching and then pulling on my nipples. And then, as he squeezed me roughly, I pulled his mouth forward, shoving my right breast into his open lips.
There was no longer even a trace of hesitation in my young man. He went at my bosom like a man possessed, squeezing my breasts with his hands while his mouth bounced form tit to tit and nipple to nipple, first sucking, then alternately licking and biting them, leaving me gasping on his lap as I tried to pull him even closer.
After a bit, he pushed me away. “Stand up,” he whispered. In that whisper was the tone of authority. My young Bobby, it seems, was taking of the situation. I obeyed reluctantly, not really anxious to leave my perch on his lap, but with no intention whatsoever of challenging his authority.
He stood up, grabbed my upper arms and turned me until my back was against the kitchen table. Then he squeezed my arms, easily lifting me up and sitting me on the table’s edge.
“Lay down.”
I complied instantly.
He then placed his hands on my knees, spreading my legs wide. For several seconds he just stood above me as if surveying his property. Then he pulled his chair over and sat down between by legs, getting a perfect view of my puffy lips, now glistening with moisture. Finally, he leaned forward and ran his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top, eliciting a gasp from me as I grabbed the edge of the table and arched my back.
I could feel his hands sliding up my thighs as his tongue continued to work my pussy. When they finally reached my center, he withdrew his tongue and spread my lips wide.
For several seconds I just lay there, more exposed to this young man – barely more than a boy – then I’d been to anyone before. My head was spinning, my desperation growing.
Finally, I broke down. I reached forward, grabbed his head and pulled him hard against my pussy, screaming out in ecstasy as his tongue dove into my love canal. My orgasm struck almost immediately, leaving me writhing across the table.
But he wasn’t finished.
He moved to my clit, taking the swollen bud in his lips as he rammed two fingers from his right hand deep into my pussy and began pounding them into me.
He was relentless in his attack, leaving me shaking on the table, screaming out as another orgasm wracked my body. And still he kept on.
When the last of the orgasms had finally run their course, I was left gasping for breath atop the table, little more than a wilted blob of flesh. He let me lay there for some time, gathering myself. When I finally sensed life returning to my body I allowed a smile to creep across my face.
“Wow,” I said, seeing Bobby standing over me as I opened my eyes for the first time since the last orgasm struck.
Our eyes locked for several moments. I knew that those were no longer the eyes of a boy 21 years my junior, but the eyes of a grown man full of the confidence that came from knowing that he was truly in control, that I was both unable and unwilling to deny him. And as that reality began to solidify in my mind, I felt my excitement once again beginning to build.
I saw the faintest trace of a smile on his lips as he finally reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. He hesitated just long enough to re-establish eye contact before releasing his belt. The next thing I knew, my eyes were drinking in his erect manhood, standing bold and proud before him, barely more than a foot from the lips of my pussy. He allowed me to stare at him for several moments, his cock somehow growing even larger as each new second passed. Finally, I closed my eyes, lay my head back down, and mature adult pics tgp thumbnail galleries
waited.
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