Rainy day

It was a cold, rainy day, october as I sat next to the picture window waiting for the boy at the store to hand over my order. My thoughts were upon my husband, who was serving in the Navy, aboard a carrier. He had gone for 5 months and was thinking about how much he lost his company, his conversation, his dick. We had only been married for a month before Ed's tour began and we made sure every minute of her counted. We must have fucked six times a day and in so many different positions for that month.

As I sat there the day dreaming of those days and nights with Ed, I felt my sexual desires growing stronger and stronger. Suddenly they masturbated me back to reality when the door bell ringed. He was the guy at the store. He had backed his car at our entrance and stood at the door, wet soaking. I left my seat in the window and ran to open the door. There, dripping from head to toe, he was a young hairy blond, teenager who asked if he had the right place. I apologized for getting him out in such a bad time, but the boy said he didn't care and asked where he wanted to put the bags. I told him I could take them to the kitchen, but I'd have to let him get them. I said it was the least I could do to prove how much I felt about him soaked and everything. We both went through the rain that poured into your car and managed to get all the bags on a trip. She was completely soaked now, and we both laughed at the condition we were in.

I recovered two big towels from my closet and gave them to the guy at the supermarket. While we were in my kitchen, drying our hair, I noticed that the young man kept looking at my chest, as long as he looked at me. I looked down, to see what was so curious, and I realized that the wet flannel shirt I wore was clinging to my breasts and had them sketched perfectly. I don't wear a bra around the house and I didn't even think about what could happen when I came out to the rain. I looked at the boy and saw his face as red as a tomato. He started strangling 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 would tip him before he left. I left him waiting in my kitchen while I went looking for my bag in the back room.

Well, that's when I got a little crazy. While I was getting a couple of dollars for the guy at the store, I thought about how I had been looking at my wet tits, covered flanel and decided I would give him a look at what I really wanted to see. I thought I'd make a quick change in the dry panties and a bath robe before I came back. As I went back into the kitchen, the young man seemed very surprised to see that he had changed. I gave him $5 and thanked him again for his problem. He turned his back on me and started by the door. That's when I woke up my robe and exposed my tits. I called the boy and said, "Oh, before you go, I thought you'd want to see this." He turned around and almost fell on his own feet while I saw my naked tits. I was speechless and I said, "Now don't be ashamed. I noticed how you admired my chest before and I thought I'd let you see my uncovered tits before you left. Consider it extra advice for being so nice." Then I was stunned. The young man couldn't be over 18 years old, he said, "Wow, your beautiful lady, do you mind if... I mean, could you tell me... That is, the big is.. I mean." I tried to remove a laugh and asked, "How big are my tits?" He stabbed a, "Yes... yes, if you don't mind." I said, "Well, I measure 39" and I have a cup bra D." The shocked boy then shocked me, I didn't think he would have the nerve, but he asked, "Would you mind... well, could you touch them?" I replied with, "My, my. Overcoming our shyness, right? Come here and feel everything you want, but that's it, then you'll have to go. Naughty boy!" The excited boy approached me and laid my tits with his hands and slowly tightened them. I was breathing like I had run a mile and I was still petting and looking at my jugs. I realized that I had developed a hardon raging, the front of his jeans showed a long tubular lube running through his right leg. I can't deny that I was getting very hot. It had been five months since I had my petty tits like the boy was doing and he felt so good.

After a few more minutes of stroke, the boy asked if I could kiss one of my tits. I dropped my robe to the ground and told him to move on. I knew I was going too far, but I couldn't stop. The young man began kissing the side of my right tit and then around the 3rd eel." I was as hot as a bitch in heat by then. I dropped my head and said, "Oh, suck my nipple. Please, succionen! I felt the mouth of my young lover near the end of my tit and his tongue began to revolve around the hardened nipple. Then he started sucking more of my flesh in his mouth. He let my chest appear from his mouth and whispered, "Please, please, ma'am, let me see your pussy!" He continued to slap my tits while he looked in my eyes, waiting for my answer. I said, "OK! All right! But that's it! No more, just look." I got back from him and rolled my white cotton panties to reveal my pussy to the young man. He was rubbing his hard through his jeans and gassed, "Oh, ma'am! You look like those Playboy girls! I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I look at a real woman's pussy." I asked, "Do you masturbate while you look at those girls in Playboy?" The boy turned red and nodded that he did it. I told him it was nothing to be ashamed of, that was normal.

I pulled my panties out of my legs and was there completely naked. I asked, "Would you like a real living woman to possess you while you masturbate?" The boy couldn't talk, but he had his pants on a flash. He pulled his underwear and his soft young dick rose, was purple from all the strain he had been under. His member was of good size, he would say 7" or so, and he couldn't take my eyes off me. The boy took his dick on his right hand and began to masturbate it up and down as he looked at me. I started posing for him while he masturbated. I'd bend and let my tits hang under me. Then I'd give him my ass and spread his legs, revealing my pussy from behind. I was squeezing my jugs together when the boy couldn't take any more and shot long cumshots on my kitchen floor. The boy collapsed in a chair and lay down. I went far to stop there. I asked the boy, "Do you want me to clean your dick?" Then I knelt in front of him and licked his dick still hard. I put his cock in my mouth and the boy shouted, "I'm going to shoot again!" I quickly took his mouth off and said, "Oh no, not yet!" Then I gently applied the pressure on the end of his dick, just below and under the steps. I said, "Before you shoot again, how about putting this hard dick in my pussy?"

The boy trembling nodded his head and turned on the tile floor. I looked at him and said, "Well, get off that chair and get behind me. I liked being fucked from behind!" The young man knelt behind me and began to feel my ass and pussy. I told him to put the end of his dick between the folds of my pussy. As he had a tremendous orgasm and shouted, "Oh, come on! Fuck you! The boy gave me a small grunt and put his crooked dick in. I told him to tighten my tits and fuck me hard. He leaned on my back and came under me to grab my hanging tits. Then he started fucking my slippery pussy like he'd done it a hundred times before. I had three more orgasms and I felt that the guy's sperm shot me at least twice before getting my dick out.

After we had both had the opportunity to breathe, we sat on the tile floor, facing us in silence. Finally the young man, who had just remembraced my pussy, said, "I still can't believe I've fucked a real woman!" I said, "That was absolutely fantastic. Let's take a shower and then do it again!" The boy told me he had to go back to the store an hour ago and his boss would be furious if he didn't come back soon. I told my new found lover to let me take care of him, and I asked if his boss knew his mother. The boy told me his boss had never spoken to his mother, so I picked up the phone and called the grocery store. I asked to talk to the manager and when he responded, I said, "Hello, this is Barry's mother calling. I'm sorry, but Barry can't get back to work. After his last delivery, he returned home wet and complained about not feeling well. I managed to get him out of his wet clothes and took his temperature, orally. I was on fire! I'm gonna try to sweat that fever from him, but it looks like he'll be in bed for the next 24 hours, at least!" While I hung the phone, I felt a hot hand placed on my left tit and I saw the smiling boy again with another monstrous hardon. He said, "A guy can't dream of a better 18-year-old gift than you! My birthday is in three weeks!" I thought of myself that if anyone knew that he had been fucking and sucking an 18-year-old boy, he would never live. But, the sight of that magnificent, rubbing, teen Hardon made me forget everything that was right or wrong. While Barry and I walked into the bathroom, he gently stroked my ass and asked, "How is sixty-nine?" I closed my eyes and thought, "Thank you, thank you!"