Straight Male / 52
I was in college and to make some extra money I would mow lawns in the residential part of town. This lady owned about an acre of ground, she had her big house and detached garage with a garage apartment on it. She rented the place to this 30ish woman who managed a Christian book store.
There was nothing particular about this woman, she was ordinary, she dressed conservatively, never exposing anything and she had a hard look on her face. But when I came to mow the lawn she would step out and bring me a glass of cold home made lemonade. That afternoon, it was hot, and I was in shorts and had taken off my shirt and she was standing there and I was drinking the lemonade, and she said in a whisper that maybe I could help her, some papers had fallen behind her bureau and she couldn't get to them and if I could help her after I finished mowing the lawn.
I went up there innocently enough, I left my shoes on the landing, and went up barefoot, and she was waiting for me, she had changed and had on a pair of shorts, and a peasant blouse. I had never noticed, but she had a fairly good sized rack, and she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were all over the place as she moved. I went into her bedroom, which was all made up, very much a woman's room, nothing on the floor, everything looked like a magazine. Her bureau was large, one of those antiques that weigh a ton. I worked hard to move it, I had to take out all her drawers, one of which contained all her underwear, which she exclaimed that it was the first time a man had seen those. Oh well, too late.
I got the bureau moved and found her papers, which she took and thanked me and stood by me as I pushed the bureau back against the wall and when I was putting the drawers back in the bureau she commented that she had one weakness, she liked frilly underpants, but, she commented, a man like me surely had pulled many a pair off of some innocent girl, so nice girly underpants were not something new to me.
Once her room was back together, we had been in there for a long while, she laid back on her bed, and she asked me if I could guess what kind of underpants she had on. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at this woman as she lifted her blouse up exposing her breasts, these two balloons of flesh with full nipples, and she sighed and moved her body back and forth. I had been dense, stupid really, she undid the clasp on her shorts and asked me to discover her favorite pair of underpants.
Blindness took over, she lowered her shorts bit by bit exposing a pair of pink panties, and when she had her shorts down to her knees she asked me to uncover her sweetness as she pushed the top of her panties down exposing her pubic hair. I would lie if I didn't say that I was just about fully erect, still unbelieving what was going on, like a robot I pulled her shorts off and then rolled her panties down as she took her top off and she was laying in front of me totally naked. In short breath she ordered me to take off my shirt and shorts and show her how I wanted to mow her lawn.
When I was standing there naked in front of her, she sat up and took my erection in her hand and put it straight in her mouth and proceeded to stroke me and get me to the point where it was hard to stand up. She leaned back and opened her legs and said to show her what I was made of, to just fuck her until I came.
It is just that I can't get over her breasts, they were the best I had ever seen. So full, so round, her nipples stood out, he legs were tight around me, she bucked while I fucked, she held my head and made me kiss her, she said things, she asked to be fucked. When I was done she held me tight on top of her, telling me not to spoil the moment for her, she just wanted to hold a man between her legs, to feel her breasts against my chest, to feel my face in her neck, and she asked to just fuck her again.
She cooked a meal, she wore her panties and her top, her breast flowing under her shirt, her nipples hard against the fabric, she asked me to sit without a shirt on, in my boxers and while we ate she reached under the table and held on to my dick, telling me that is what made a man, she slid her chair back and leaned over and put my dick in her mouth and sucked hard.
After dinner, and she had cleaned up, I was sitting on her sofa, she came into the living room, slipped off her top, lowered her panties and kicked them off, sat in the chair in front of me and put her legs over the arms and told me to come and eat my desert and then fuck her again.
I mowed the old ladies lawn that summer and the next, in the fall I came to rake leaves, in the winter to make sure everything was in order. And when I was done I went up to see the Christian book store lady. I know I was young, that there were hundreds of girls on campus, but I was horny for her, in bed at night I would dream about her breasts, under her shirt without a bra, and fuck my pillow. I never dreamt about any of the college girls like that.
I won't say that I was one to have had hundreds of girls, that would be a lie. But I have had experience with a couple of dozen, before and after, but in my mind that woman will always be my best fuck. She just plain liked it, she knew what she liked, and she was not afraid to ask. That woman liked to fuck.
There was nothing particular about this woman, she was ordinary, she dressed conservatively, never exposing anything and she had a hard look on her face. But when I came to mow the lawn she would step out and bring me a glass of cold home made lemonade. That afternoon, it was hot, and I was in shorts and had taken off my shirt and she was standing there and I was drinking the lemonade, and she said in a whisper that maybe I could help her, some papers had fallen behind her bureau and she couldn't get to them and if I could help her after I finished mowing the lawn.
I went up there innocently enough, I left my shoes on the landing, and went up barefoot, and she was waiting for me, she had changed and had on a pair of shorts, and a peasant blouse. I had never noticed, but she had a fairly good sized rack, and she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were all over the place as she moved. I went into her bedroom, which was all made up, very much a woman's room, nothing on the floor, everything looked like a magazine. Her bureau was large, one of those antiques that weigh a ton. I worked hard to move it, I had to take out all her drawers, one of which contained all her underwear, which she exclaimed that it was the first time a man had seen those. Oh well, too late.
I got the bureau moved and found her papers, which she took and thanked me and stood by me as I pushed the bureau back against the wall and when I was putting the drawers back in the bureau she commented that she had one weakness, she liked frilly underpants, but, she commented, a man like me surely had pulled many a pair off of some innocent girl, so nice girly underpants were not something new to me.
Once her room was back together, we had been in there for a long while, she laid back on her bed, and she asked me if I could guess what kind of underpants she had on. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at this woman as she lifted her blouse up exposing her breasts, these two balloons of flesh with full nipples, and she sighed and moved her body back and forth. I had been dense, stupid really, she undid the clasp on her shorts and asked me to discover her favorite pair of underpants.
Blindness took over, she lowered her shorts bit by bit exposing a pair of pink panties, and when she had her shorts down to her knees she asked me to uncover her sweetness as she pushed the top of her panties down exposing her pubic hair. I would lie if I didn't say that I was just about fully erect, still unbelieving what was going on, like a robot I pulled her shorts off and then rolled her panties down as she took her top off and she was laying in front of me totally naked. In short breath she ordered me to take off my shirt and shorts and show her how I wanted to mow her lawn.
When I was standing there naked in front of her, she sat up and took my erection in her hand and put it straight in her mouth and proceeded to stroke me and get me to the point where it was hard to stand up. She leaned back and opened her legs and said to show her what I was made of, to just fuck her until I came.
It is just that I can't get over her breasts, they were the best I had ever seen. So full, so round, her nipples stood out, he legs were tight around me, she bucked while I fucked, she held my head and made me kiss her, she said things, she asked to be fucked. When I was done she held me tight on top of her, telling me not to spoil the moment for her, she just wanted to hold a man between her legs, to feel her breasts against my chest, to feel my face in her neck, and she asked to just fuck her again.
She cooked a meal, she wore her panties and her top, her breast flowing under her shirt, her nipples hard against the fabric, she asked me to sit without a shirt on, in my boxers and while we ate she reached under the table and held on to my dick, telling me that is what made a man, she slid her chair back and leaned over and put my dick in her mouth and sucked hard.
After dinner, and she had cleaned up, I was sitting on her sofa, she came into the living room, slipped off her top, lowered her panties and kicked them off, sat in the chair in front of me and put her legs over the arms and told me to come and eat my desert and then fuck her again.
I mowed the old ladies lawn that summer and the next, in the fall I came to rake leaves, in the winter to make sure everything was in order. And when I was done I went up to see the Christian book store lady. I know I was young, that there were hundreds of girls on campus, but I was horny for her, in bed at night I would dream about her breasts, under her shirt without a bra, and fuck my pillow. I never dreamt about any of the college girls like that.
I won't say that I was one to have had hundreds of girls, that would be a lie. But I have had experience with a couple of dozen, before and after, but in my mind that woman will always be my best fuck. She just plain liked it, she knew what she liked, and she was not afraid to ask. That woman liked to fuck.
