It was a cold, rainy day, october while I was sitting near the photo window waiting for the grocery boy to deliver my order. My thoughts were on my husband, who served in the marina, aboard an air carrier. He’d been gone for five months and I thought how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We were married only for a month before the start of Ed’s tour and we made sure every minute counted. We must have fucked six times a day and in as many positions, during that month.

While I sat there day dreaming those days and nights with Ed, I felt my sexual desires grow stronger and stronger. Suddenly I was masturbated to reality when the door bell sounded. He was the drug guy. He had leaned his car into our driveway and stood at the door, wet. I left my seat in the window and I rushed to open the door. There, dripping from head to foot, he was a young, blonde hair, teenager who asked if he had the right place. I apologized for getting him out in a bad time, but the guy said he didn’t mind and asked where I wanted to put my bags. I told him he could take them to the kitchen, but he should have let me help bring them in. I said it was the least I could do to show how sorry I was for him to be soaked and everything. We both went through the rain pouring to his car and managed to get all the bags on a trip. I was completely moistened now, and we both laughed at the condition we were in.

I recovered two big towels from my closet and gave one to the grocery boy. While we were in my kitchen, drying my hair, I noticed that he young continued to shine on my chest whenever I looked away. 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 outlined them perfectly. I don’t wear a bra around the house and I didn’t even think about what could happen when I went out in the rain. I looked at the boy and saw his face red like a tomato. He began to amaze himself a bit and then said he had to go back to the store. I covered my chest with the towel and told the young man I’m sorry for embarrassing him and I’d give him a tip before he left. I left it in the kitchen while I went to get my purse in the back room.

Well, then I got a little crazy. While I was getting a couple of dollars for the grocery store guy, I thought about how he fixed my wets, flannel covered tits and decided I’d take a look at what he really wanted to see. I thought of making a quick change in dry panties and a bathrobe before returning. As I went back to the kitchen, the young man seemed surprised to see that I had changed. I gave him five dollars and thanked him again for his problems. He turned my back and started the door. That’s when I stripped my robe and exposed my boobs. I called the boy and said, “Oh, before you leave, I thought you’d want to see it.” He turned back and almost fell over his feet while he took the view of my naked boobs. He was speechless and I said, “Now don’t be embarrassed. I noticed how you were admiring my chest before and thought I’d show you my uncovered tits before you left. Consider it an extra suggestion to be so kind.” Then I was wrong. The young man, could not be more than 18 years old, said: “Wow! Your beautiful lady! Do you mind if… I mean, could you tell me… Here, how big are they.. I mean… I tried to suppress a laugh and asked: “You mean, how big are my boobs?” He stabbed with a “yes… yes. If you don’t mind.” I said: “Well, I measured 39” and worn a cup D bra.” The shocked boy then shocked me, I didn’t think he would have the nerve, but he asked: “Do you mind, could I… well, could I touch them?” I said, “My, my. Overcoming our shyness, right? Come here and feel everything you want, but it’s all, then you’ll have to go. Bad boy!” The horny guy passed me and grabbed my tits with his hands and slowly squeezed them out. He was breathing like he just took a mile and kept looking at me in his legs. I noticed that he had developed an infuriating hardon, the front of jeans showed a long tubular protrusion running along the right leg. I can’t deny you were warming me up. It’s been five months since I had my tits caressed as the boy was doing and it was so beautiful.

After a few minutes of pleasure, the boy asked if he could kiss one of my boobs. I left my robe on the floor and told him to move on. I knew I was going too far, but I couldn’t stop. The young man began to kiss the side of my right roof and then all around the 3" aircraft. I was as hot as a bitch for then. “Oh, suck my nipple. Please suck it!” I heard the mouth of my young lover near the end of my tect and his tongue began to swing around the stiffened nipple. Then she started sucking more than my flesh in her mouth. He left my pop chest out of his mouth and whispered: “Oh, please, ma’am, let me see your pussy!” He kept kneading my boobs while he looked me in the eye, waiting for my answer. I said: “All right! Okay! That’s it! Stop looking.” I walked away from him and rolled my white cotton panties to reveal my pussy to the young boy. He was rubbing his hardon through his jeans and gassed, “Oh, lady! You look like those Playboy girls. I can’t believe he’s doing this. I can’t believe watching a real woman’s pussy.” I asked him: “Are you out watching those girls in Playboy?” The boy turned red again and announced that he did. I told him it was nothing to be ashamed of, which was quite normal.

I took my panties off my legs and I was naked. Then I asked: “Do you want a real live woman to make you pose while you leave?” The boy couldn’t talk, but he had his pants in a flash. She pulled down her underwear and her young smooth dick came out, she was purple from all the tension she was under. Her member had a nice size, I’d say 7" or so, and I couldn’t take my eyes off. The boy took his dick in the right hand and started masturbating it up and down while he was staring at me. I started laying for him while he pulled off. I would fold and let my tits hang me under. Then I turned my ass to him and I spread his legs, revealing my pussy from behind. I was tightening my brows together when the boy couldn’t take anymore and shot long sperm sprouts on my kitchen floor. The boy collapsed in a chair and shook himself. I was far away to stop there. I asked the boy: “You want to clean your dick?” Then I kneeled in front of him and licked his cock still hard. I sucked his dick in my mouth and the boy cried: “I’ll shoot again!” I took his mouth off and told him: “Oh no, not yet!” Then I gently applied the pressure on the end of his dick, just below and below the glans. I said: “Before you shoot again, how about you put this hard dick in my pussy? "

The trembling boy announced his head and turned on the tile floor. I looked at it and said, “Well, get out of that chair and leave me behind. I liked being fucked from behind!” The boy kneeled behind me and began to feel my ass and pussy. I told him to put the end of his dick in the folds of my vagina. As he did I had a huge orgasm and screamed: “Oh, come on! Fuck you! The boy gave me a little grunt and banged my dick. I told him to squeeze my tits and fuck me hard. He leaned on my back and got under me to grab my dazzling tits. Then he started fucking my slippery asshole like he did it a hundred times before. I had three more orgasms and I heard the kid’s loser shoot me at least twice before he pulled my dick out.

After having both had the opportunity to take our breath, we sat on the tile floor, in front of each other in silence. Finally, the young boy, who had just finished reproaching my pussy, said: “I still can’t believe I fucked a real woman!” I told him: “It was absolutely fantastic. Let’s take a shower and 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 lover found to let me take care of it, and I asked him if his boss knew his mother. The boy told me his boss never talked to his mother, so I took the phone and called the supermarket. I asked to speak to the director and when he answered, 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 I took his temperature orally. It was burning! Now he’s gonna take a hot shower and put him in bed. I’ll try to sweat that fever from him, but it looks like he’ll be in bed for the next 24 hours, at least!” As soon as I hung up on the phone, I felt a warm hand placed on my left tip and turned around to see the smiling guy with another monstrous hardon. He said: “A boy couldn’t dream of a better birthday present than you! My birthday is in three weeks!” I thought if anyone ever found out that I had fucked and sucked 18 years, I would never have lived it! But, the view of that magnificent, windy, teenage hardon made me forget everything that was right or wrong. While Barry and I went to the bathroom, he gently patted my ass and asked me: “What is sixty-nine?” I closed my eyes and thought about myself: “Thank you!”