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My introduction…
I’d look out from my bedroom window over to my aunt’s house; she lived directly behind us and had a big garden like her neighbours. I concentrated more on her neighbours, watching the washing being hung up, etc. In 1980, we had a fairly good summer. I was sixteen and my holiday job finished at 12 so that left me with an afternoon to myself until everyone else came home later in the day.
On a weekday, I was looking out and caught a glimpse of Helen who lived next door to my aunty. She was in shorts and a vest top. She always looked good but then, so did most women to me at my age. I spent about 5 minutes watching her, getting hornier until I could take no more and just lay on my bed wanking and thinking about her.
A few days later, after finishing work, I got home and realised that I had left my keys in the house and I was therefore locked out. I thought I could open the window to my bedroom from the outside and so climbed up on to the flat kitchen roof and then up to the window; giving it a pull, I realised it was locked. At that point I could hear someone shouting so turning around, I saw Helen looking at me and wanting to know what I was doing. She recognised me and asked what was wrong. When I told her, she told me to get down and come over and wait round at hers if I wanted.
I was off the roof double quick and out into the back lane; the fences were big, solid things in the lane made of old railway sleepers. Anyway, I got to her gate and she opened it. She asked if I wanted a drink and got me a glass of orange squash from the kitchen, told me to sit down and then sat back down herself on her deckchair. I was trying not to look at her legs too much hoping she couldn’t see that I was staring. Anyway, I eventually asked if I could use the toilet; she told me where it was and got back to her sunbathing.
I got into the house and went up the stairs; the bathroom overlooked the garden and the window was open. I finished what I needed to do and then stared back out of the window; Helen was still there, so I thought, why not? The linen bin was right next to me and on opening, I could see some underwear near the top. I fished out a pair of her knickers and a bra; rubbing them against my cock was amazing. Imagining her tits in the bra and her pussy inside the knickers, I knelt before the window and looked out at her but it was uncomfortable so adjusted my position so that I was lying down on the bathroom carpet, her bra wrapped around my cock and her knickers held over my face. I started wanking and thinking about anything else—then the door opened. I jumped up as fast as I could and tried to hide what I had been doing but the damage was done. She asked me what was going on; I just kept saying nothing, to which Helen replied that it didn’t look like nothing. I was on the verge of tears and I was shaking, asking her not to tell my mum and dad, they’d kill me if they found out.
Helen stood there for a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity to me. “Wait here and do as you’re told if you don’t want me to tell anyone.”
Helen closed the door. I heard her going downstairs and coming back up a few moments later.
I could hear her moving about but had no idea what she was doing or what was going to happen to me. Eventually, Helen called out for me to come out of the bathroom. My heart was going ten to the dozen and I was still shaking, worried about what might happen. On the landing, Helen called me into a bedroom, I got in and she told me to sit on the bed. I did so, Helen then asked why I’d been wanking and using her underwear like that. I managed to stammer out that I loved the feel of the soft material and that I could think about her when I played around. She then asked me what I was thinking—did I think of her as I played?
I said I imagined her boobs in the bra—I’d seen plenty of downblouse cleavage views at other times. I was also wondering what she was like elsewhere.
She then told me to close my eyes. I heard some rustling but couldn’t equate the noise with her. She told me to hold my hands up, palms facing outwards and to keep my eyes closed. I felt her warmth first and then a split second later, my hands touched her warm skin. I could feel her nipples and her breasts, they were warm and soft. My breathing got heavier and I could hear her sighing. Her hands clasped mine as she told me to be gentle. She eased my hands around her breasts and she asked if this was what I had imagined and I said no, it was much nicer this way. She told me to open my eyes; her face was inches from mine and she asked if I’d ever kissed a woman, and I said only girls.
Helen stepped back; my eyes were transfixed on her breasts and how hard the nipples looked. She undid the back of her skirt and slipped it down her legs; she then turned around and removed her knickers. Looking over her shoulder, she told me to take my clothes off, then she walked around the bed, telling me not to look.
Once I had undressed, I was told to sit back down. As I did, I felt the bed shift, and then she was behind me, her breasts pressing into my back. She pulled my face round to hers and kissed me—it was an amazing feeling. I felt her tongue push into my mouth, and I responded, but I was rough. She stopped me and said that she’d tell me and show me what to do; she then told me to turn around and face her. She was now lying down with her legs slightly parted; my eyes opened wide as I saw her mound of pubic hair. She said that I could touch her anywhere but that I had to be gentle.
I don’t know why but I felt her legs first, running my hands from her feet to her thighs. I asked if I could touch her pussy, and she said yes. Her legs parted some more and her hand came down and took one of mine to guide it around. She parted her lips for me and said I could rub my finger up and down, feel how wet it was getting and if I wanted to, I could slip a finger or two inside her. She let out a moan as I did so. My cock was hard and bobbing up and down; her hand came onto my thigh and reached for my cock. I felt her fingers grasp it and then she slowly started to wank me. I shuddered and came over her hand and belly. I apologised but she said not to worry, just to lie down next to her and we’d give it another go as soon as I got hard again.
Helen lay on her side, questioning me. She was trailing one hand from my arms, down my body to the tops of my thighs and then around to my cock; soon enough it was responding to her light touch and she told me to close my eyes again. I felt the bed shift once more and then felt this incredible warmth around the head of my cock. I opened my eyes to see her head bobbing up and down on my cock, holding it whilst she licked my balls and the head once more, I felt her reach out for my hand and she guided it towards her wet cunt, my fingers playing around in the delicate folds and slipping inside her. She responded by pushing back onto them, moaning as she did so and sucking/licking me more furiously. She then stopped, looked at me and told me to stay where I was as she got up and crouched over me, taking my cock in her hand and guiding it inside her as she lowered herself onto me.
She moved slowly up and down, her hands on my chest, getting a bit faster. She told me to tell her when I was going to cum again and when I could feel it starting, I told her so she got off quickly and took my cock once again in her hand, lowering her mouth over it as I started to cum. Once I’d finished my orgasm, she came up beside me and gave me a kiss. I could taste my salty cum on her lips and in her mouth; this seemed to get her excited, and she lay down on the bed and pushed me down towards her pussy; she then told me to taste her, so, rather clumsily, I just started licking away. With prompting and guidance from Helen I started to get it right and eventually, with her thighs shaking and tits trembling away, she started to orgasm herself.
Afterwards, she explained that her husband would never let her kiss him after cumming in to her mouth or that he would never ever go down on her. I’ve loved giving oral ever since and would never expect a woman to swallow my cum and not kiss me afterwards or even with my cum in her mouth.
We lay for some time, chatting about mundane stuff and then she turned the conversation towards once more, asking about my fantasies. I had to be honest and tell her that this was pretty much it! I had never entertained the kind of thoughts that I would have later on in life; pretty much being with someone was it for me at that moment. I asked about hers and some of the things she said amazed me and quite soon I was once again horny.
This time she pulled me towards and on top of her, opening her legs. She grabbed my cock and guided me in; with her hands on my hips, she started to move me and I soon got the hang of it. Her legs came up to my shoulders and she told me to hold them together and carry on her. She was telling me to fuck her harder so I did. Watching her breasts move below me got me going even more and I could feel the orgasm building inside of me.
Helen told me not to stop, just to keep her and I was soon coming inside her. Feeling myself slip in and out of her pussy as I came was amazing. Once we stopped and the heavy breathing subsided, I moved to get off her. She grabbed hold of me and told me to lie still. We lay like that for about fifteen minutes, and then Helen asked if I would like to do something else.
Taking my queue, I went down on her again, excited to taste my cum and her juices. She climaxed once more, holding on to my head when she did so, clamping her hands and my head between her thighs. After, we lay there once again, my fingers trailing up and down her body, teasing her nipples. Helen glanced over at the clock on the bedside table and jumped up; she was gone five minutes or so then told me the bathroom was free if I wanted a shower. I did so and then got dressed and went downstairs. Helen asked if I’d had a nice time and enjoyed myself, of course I said yes, it was amazing, so she told me to come round the following day and we’d try something else.
The following day I got home and showered and then made the very short journey to Helen’s. Once inside the house, our clothing was soon dispensed with and I spent the next four hours exploring her body. Whatever she suggested, I would do it. She could pretty much ask me to do anything and I would; this excited her and, needless to say, me as well.
Sometimes she liked to be restrained with her stockings; I’d tie her hands above her head and she’d keep her legs parted so that I could explore her that way. She loved being fucked standing up or bent over, be that the bed, the sofa or the bannister at the top of the landing. She’d wank me off as soon as I arrived on her doorstep. I’d get led into a room and she’d undo my jeans, my cock springing out as she hauled my underwear and jeans down my legs before grabbing my cock, sometimes wrapping it in a bra, her knickers or a pair of stockings/tights, I’d come within a few minutes, and then we’d relax a little before starting all over again.
Sometimes we went at it like rabbits; I was easily revived back then and could fuck pretty much on demand. Sometimes we went out in her car, I’d have to walk to the end of our street and meet her some distance away just in case anyone saw us, drive about 5 miles out of York and then she’d pull in. Rufforth had an airfield back then and it wasn’t used at all so we’d drive to the end of one of the runways and play outdoors. She loved the thrill of being seen outdoors but knew it was too much of a risk with me being so much younger but sometimes that didn’t stop her from wanting to be fucked bent over the bonnet of her car.
She loved watching me wank; she always moved quite close when I was on the verge of cumming, sometimes she’d catch it in her hand and lick her fingers; most of the time she’d wipe it on me before lying on top of me and wriggling about. Now and again, my cock would either just stay up or recover quickly so that it was soon poking into her hairy bush. Helen would rub herself over me until I came again. We had fun with role play on a number of occasions, and the scenario would invariably be her as a teacher/manager/position of authority, sometimes taking charge, sometimes being seduced or coerced into . She loved to dress up, sometimes going out without any underwear on—loving how excited I could get just by looking at her.
I was quite smitten with her and I would pretty much do anything for her and so, for the rest of that summer in 1980, I abandoned my pals, telling them my job was taking up all of my time. If I was working, I’d race home, dump my stuff and get a quick shower before heading round to Helen’s for the continuation of my education. There were a few days when the shop didn’t need me in; that just meant that I’d be round at Helen’s much sooner, even if it were just for a cup of tea and a chat before we moved on to ier things to do.
She was married at twentytwo and at twentyeight, her life had gone off the boil with her husband. She had an amazing figure and it didn’t matter what she wore or how she looked; I thought she was stunning. For the next eleven months, we met on a weekly basis. Chris, her husband, worked away a lot; she had two kids and whilst it was not always easy to see Helen, we did manage quite well. Sometimes, I’d sneak round to see her when the kids were in bed; we’d spend a few hours together having fun and then I’d nip over the lane and home. A year later I joined the navy. I got home on leave periods and saw her a couple of times but it was all done and dusted by then. Looking back, we didn’t fuck as much as I would have liked; there were plenty of hours spent giving oral, I loved going down on her and she was quite happy to suck my cock but in the main, it was more a tactile and sensory affair.
I don’t know what’s happened to her; I know they got divorced a couple of years after I joined up and she moved out of the house. Late 80s, early 90s—I’m sure I saw her on a couple of occasions. I still think about her now. She’d be seventytwo and I wonder where she is, how she’s doing, etc.
