At the age of nineteen, I had several achievements to be proud of. I had graduated High School, had an associate’s degree in Applied Sciences, bought a decent used car, and had a place of my own. The place was a rented trailer in a fairly decent well maintained but older trailer park. It was an older two-bedroom unit, furnished, and tidy. It had the benefit of being one of the few units that had a carport attached to protect my prized 1966 fastback Mustang. With all this, you’d think there would be a steady line of women passing in and out the door. Not so; in fact, I was still a virgin.
This was not from lack of effort. I had dated a few girls in High School, but l’m a bit shy and it takes a while for me to form a relationship. Also, my schedule didn’t allow much time for social interaction. Since my junior year in High School, I had worked part-time during the school year and full-time during the summers as an intern with a local electrical contractor. So with all this plus extra classes to earn the associate’s degree, there wasn’t a lot of free time. This resulted in a full-time job with the company I had worked with as an intern. The company was very well established with plenty of work, so fifty- to sixty-hour work weeks were the norm.
Ms. Mary Louis Penrose was about to change all that, although when I first met her, I wouldn’t have believed it. Ms. Penrose lived across the street and two trailers down from mine. She could not be described as a pretty woman. Ms. Penrose was in her mid-forties, divorced, a full-time cashier at the local chain grocery store, and a part-time substitute teacher. She was five foot seven inches tall, with a slender build, dark red hair cut just below her ears, hazel eyes that looked a little large due to her glasses, small breasts, slim legs, and a beautiful ass. If a guy passed her on the street, he wouldn’t give her a second look. Overall she was pretty for her age but a bit conservative in the way she dressed giving the impression of being a bit prudish.
I met Ms. Penrose about two weeks after I had moved in. At first, I considered her to be just a nosy neighbor checking to ensure I wouldn’t ruin the trailer park’s good reputation with wild parties, loud music, and constant noise. After I convinced her I was more interested in work than wild parties and other debaucheries, she warmed up to me just a little.
After that first meeting, our friendship developed quickly. In a way, Ms. Penrose became my surrogate mother. I had the basics of cooking under control, but she taught me all the other tricks. Ms. Penrose even explained the mysteries of laundry and how not to mix colors! We discovered we had several common interests. We were both avid readers, loved classical music, good jazz, film noir, and old movies. We’d often have dinner at each other’s place, most often at hers as my cooking skills were still questionable.
After six months of this comfortable routine, things were about to take a drastic change. We were to be closer than just friends although I didn’t know it. I had just gotten home from work when she met me as I parked my car.
“Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Come on over when you’re ready,” she said.
“Let me get a quick shower and clean up and I’ll be right over,” I replied.
I noticed there was something different about Ms. Penrose. It wasn’t the way she was dressed. She was wearing a lime-colored conservative one-piece dress that fell to just above her knees with flesh-colored nylons and black one-inch heels. This was her normal work outfit. I kept thinking about it as I stripped down and showered. It was the makeup. Ms. Penrose rarely wore makeup. Tonight she had on a little eye makeup and pale pink lipstick. Maybe she had an after-dinner date tonight. I had noticed she did have a few male friends who came to visit from time to time. Not often and they didn’t stay all night. I pushed the thought from my mind as it was none of my business.
We enjoyed a delicious dinner, listening to Miles Davis on the stereo. We talked about our day and my upcoming trip out of town for work. She seemed a little distant like she had something on her mind and couldn’t decide what to do. I helped clean up after dinner. I was about to leave when she stopped me.
“Before you go, I have something I’d like you to read and give me your honest opinion on,” she said.
“Okay, sure,” I replied.
I followed her to the living room and sat on the sofa while she opened a drawer on the end table. She handed me a folder with a typewritten document inside.
“It’s a short story I’ve written for a magazine. I’d like you to give your honest review and opinion after you’ve read it.” She said
Ms. Penrose replaced Miles Davis with Julie London on the stereo. I settled back on the sofa and started reading what I thought would be a sweet little love story. I was wrong. What I read was hardcore porn. The story centered on a young girl who left home to explore her sexual desires. The descriptions of sucking and fucking were quite vivid. I glanced over at Ms. Penrose and realized she had a hidden wild side. I knew my face was getting red with embarrassment as I continued reading. There was also a slight tingling in my crotch that was getting difficult to contain.
“It’s very good and very explicit. I have to say that I like it.” I said.
I handed the document back to her and as I did, she showed me an adult magazine. It was the type you would find in an adult bookstore, not the type that you’d find at the newsstand. I thumbed through the pages and was amazed at the pictures. All the women were completely naked. Many were engaged in various sex acts with either other naked women, men, or both. The tingling in my crotch became more intense.
Ms. Penrose moved closer to me and pointed out an advertisement near the back of the magazine, giving instructions on how to submit homemade pics or original stories to be published in the magazine. If a submission was accepted, the author would receive fifty dollars for their submission. While I was reading this, Ms. Penrose had been gently running her fingers up and down my thigh. This only intensified the tingling between my legs. I was starting to get an erection.
“I wanted your opinion because, well, being a good-looking young man, and probably having a few experiences of your own, I thought you’d know if any of this sounded real or fake,” she said.
By now I was really getting hard and I knew my cheeks had turned a good shade of red.
“Well to be honest, I haven’t done any of these things, although it’s not from not trying,” I said.
“Are you telling me that you are still a virgin?” she asked.
Her stroking my thigh had increased and included the front of my zipper. I knew there was no way she could miss my erection.
“Yes, I am. And, although it feels good, if you keep rubbing my leg like this, little John is going to make a mess!” I exclaimed.
She smiled at me and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. Her hands moved down to my waist and had my jeans unfastened and unzipped. In one quick motion, she pulled my pants and underpants down below my ankles and, tugging at my shoes, had them off and piled on the floor. The thought occurred to me that I was now fully exposed to a woman old enough to be my mother. I couldn’t decide if I should cover my exposed cock with my hands or just wait and see what happened next. I chose to wait it out.
“Little John doesn’t look so little to me!” she exclaimed.
“I think that handsome cock of yours needs some tender loving care,” she said
Ms. Penrose turned around and asked me to unzip her dress and unfasten her bra. With fumbling nervous fingers, I did as instructed. With a shrug of her shoulders and a few wiggles of her hips, she added her dress and bra to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Clad only in pantyhose (without panties), I got a good look at her beautiful firm little ass. She turned to face me and I admired her sweet little breasts, flat stomach, and her dark red pubic hair visible through her pantyhose.
She got to her knees in front of me; she spread my legs open and as she did, I moved a little closer to the edge of the sofa. Ms. Penrose pushed my cock up against my stomach and gently started kissing and licking my balls. She took each one in her mouth, sucking and licking it. The feeling was a bit painful but, in a good way. It sent a tingle all the way up my spine and down into my toes. I had never felt anything this good before, almost like having a good alcohol buzz. Something even better was on its way.
Her tongue was now tracing the vein on the bottom of my shaft from my ball sack up to the head. She moved my cock away from my stomach and put just the head in her mouth. I could feel her teeth gripping just behind the ridge. Her tongue made slow circles around it, and she would use the tip of her tongue to open the piss slit at the tip of my cock. The feeling was pure ecstasy. I thought my head would explode from the feeling of pure pleasure. I looked down at her as she worked her magic and noticed she had one hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her pantyhose.
She took my entire cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she worked on me. I loved the warm feel of her wet mouth on me. It was almost like having a soft sponge rubbing you but a hundred times better. I could feel the tingling in my balls signaling the soon-to-arrive explosion of an orgasm on its way.
Ms. Penrose, sensing my oncoming orgasm, took my cock out of her mouth and for a few moments, just held it until the need to cum subsided. She stood up and took off her pantyhose, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. I think I said earlier that Ms. Penrose was the kind of woman that a guy wouldn’t give a second glance if he passed on the street. Standing naked before me, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Ms. Penrose, you are absolutely the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!” I exclaimed.
“Thank you John but, I just sucked your dick, so I think we’re well past formalities now. You call me by my first name or anything good your heart desires,” she replied.
Mary pushed my legs together and straddled my lap, like a cowboy mounting a horse, then pulled my shirt up over my head, and tossed it to the floor. She put her arms around me and pulled me closer. Her mouth found mine and that first kiss was soft and gentle, no tongue involved.
“John, you can touch me, I won’t break,” she whispered.
Mary was right. In the six months I’d known her, I hadn’t touched her. Not a friendly hug or handshake. The whole time she was down between my legs, I’d kept my hands at my sides, afraid to interrupt the pleasure she was giving me. I put my hands under her chin, pulled her face close to mine, and kissed her. This time her tongue pushed past my lips, searching for mine. I moved my hands from her chin, down her shoulders, and gently ran my fingers down her arms, to her breasts. I held one in each hand and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, feeling them harden under my touch. I slid my right hand from her breast down her flat belly to the dark red pussy hair. Running my fingers through it, I was reminded of the soft fur of a kitten.
She moved back slightly, giving me better access as I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy lips. I moved my fingers slowly along the split between her outer pussy lips. I gently inserted my middle finger inside her, amazed at how tight her vagina felt. I moved my finger around, exploring the inside, not quite sure what I was searching for.
“Are you looking for something?” asked Mary.
“Yes,” I replied, “I’m trying to find your clit.”
“Move your fingers up closer to the top of my pussy,” she said.
I moved my finger from her vagina and slid it up to the top of her pussy, finding the little hood that hid her clit. I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Easy sweetie, rub it gently until it wakes up.”
Using the tip of my forefinger, I lightly rubbed her clit. Cupping her breast in my other hand, I licked and sucked on the nipple until it was nice and hard. Mary had started a slow back and forth rocking motion with her hips, causing my half-hard cock to stiffen in response. I gently bit down on her nipple while still sucking it. She moaned softly, increasing the movements of her hips.
Pulling my head close to her lips, she whispered in my ear, “Can I be your first?”
“Yes, please, yes!” I exclaimed.
Raising herself up, she reached between her legs for my cock, stroking it slowly as she rubbed the head along the slit of her moist and warm pussy. Finding the spot she wanted, she lowered herself down taking all of me in her. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she continued with her slow rhythmic rocking motions. I’d never felt anything so thrilling yet so relaxing as being inside her. It was like being wrapped in a warm cozy blanket on a crisp Autumn day. That warm buzz of a feeling flooded my body. I buried my face in her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples, her rocking motions increased as I bit down on her left nipple.
Mary changed her movements to a slow and steady up and down motion, I could feel the muscles of her vagina tightening around my shaft, sending a tingling sensation up and down my spine.
“When you’re ready, don’t hold back, just shoot your load.”
She slipped her hand down between her legs and started rubbing her clit, increasing the speed of the up-down motions on my shaft. I was getting a warm comfortable feeling that flowed through my body, accompanied by a light-headed, almost dizzy sensation. Almost like having that first cigarette after not having one for three or four days. It was quite pleasant. I stopped licking and sucking her breasts, leaned my head back on the sofa, and let the feeling take over. I could feel that tingling in my balls, along with that burning sensation moving up my shaft, letting me know I was about to explode in her. Just as that feeling reached the head of my cock, I felt a warm wetness flowing over my shaft.
It happened quickly. Before I knew it I was exploding inside her. I pushed my hips upward to try and get deeper into her. She pushed back against me, making it even more exciting. Even with my eyes closed, I could see bright flashes of light as I pumped my load in her. When I was done I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. I wanted to melt into her, to hold on to this glorious feeling. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted the world and time to stop. I just wanted to hold Mary like this forever.
But time didn’t stop and the world took no notice of this glorious event. No fireworks were bursting in the night sky, no marching bands playing music. Everything had changed yet it was still the same. The room was silent except for the white noise coming from the stereo speakers. From down the street, I heard a car door open and close, the engine start, and the crunch of the tires on the pavement as it pulled out, the headlights casting shadows on the wall as it drove by.
Mary pushed my head back, running her fingers through my hair. She kissed my forehead and cheek; as she did I felt wetness under my eye. I guess I cried a little. She then gave me a long slow gentle kiss on the lips.
She smiled at me and said, “Okay sweetie, I think it’s time for us to clean up a little.”
Mary rummaged through the clothes pile on the floor, picked up my underwear, and as she got off me she quickly stuffed them between her legs and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I took a deep breath and got to my feet to follow her. My legs were a little shaky and I still had that dizzy, light-headed feeling, kind of like having three shots of good Kentucky bourbon on an empty stomach. I stumbled over to the stereo and put the needle arm back in its resting place and turned it off, and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
Her bathroom was a normal bathroom you’d find in a trailer home. A standard-sized tub with shower was against the exterior wall, with a toilet on one sidewall and a sink opposite it. When I got to the bathroom, she was sitting on the toilet and I could clearly hear her pee splashing in the bowl. It didn’t seem to bother her that I stood there and watched. As she finished, she stood up and wiped between her legs using my underwear. She tossed them into the clothes basket.
Pointing at the toilet, she asked, “Need to take a piss before we shower?”
“Yes, now that you mentioned it, I do,” I replied.
There wasn’t a lot of space between the toilet and the shower, so as she was adjusting the water for the shower her ass was rubbing against my thigh. I gave a little push to the side and she responded by pushing her butt closer and giving a wiggle. I finished emptying my bladder and gave her butt a little smack just as she had the water adjusted to her liking
Mary pulled the shower curtain back and I stepped to the rear of the tub as she pulled the curtain closed. I watched the water cascade over her shoulders and chest, small drops falling from her nipples like spring raindrops dripping off a new leaf. She removed the detachable showerhead from its hook, adjusted the spray and, spreading her legs, she held it close to her pussy. The water ran out of it like a waterfall, splashing on the bottom of the tub. Satisfied that she had rinsed it well, she re-adjusted the spray and aimed at me, rinsing my chest and crotch. Moving closer, she put her arms around me as she ran the water down my back.
Mary put the showerhead back in its bracket and reached for a bar of soap and a washcloth from a corner shelf.
Holding them out to me she asked, “Want to wash my back?”
I took the soap and rag from her as she turned her back to me. I lathered the washrag and ran it over her shoulders and down her back. Squatting down behind her, I was at eye level with her beautiful ass. I lathered the rag again, running over her butt and gently down between her ass cheeks. She leaned forward pushing her ass closer to my face as I repeatedly moved the rag between her cheeks barely touching the puckered eye of her asshole.
I stood up and removed the showerhead from its bracket and rinsed off Mary’s back.
“Turn around and I’ll wash your front.”
She turned around and said, “Thanks, I was hoping you’d ask.”
I soaped up the washrag and gently washed her shoulders, moving down to her breasts. I paid particular attention to her nipples, rubbing them until they were hard and firm. I moved down her flat stomach and purposely bypassed her womanhood. Squatting down in front of her, I washed her legs and then moved up to her thighs, using both the rag and my hands to message them. I put the rag in a corner and soaped up my hands, running both through her thick red bush. I used my index finger to find her already swollen clit, gently tracing small circles around it. I felt her legs trembling as she put her hands on my shoulders for support.
“Okay that’s enough, it’s clean,” she whispered hoarsely.
I stood up and pulled the showerhead from its bracket and rinsed her off. She took the showerhead from and put it back in its place.
“Change places and I’ll bathe you.”
We switched places and I stood under the shower with my back to her as she lathered up the washrag. The warm water felt good as it ran over me. Mary’s hands felt like magic as she ran them down my back. Her soft hands on my ass sent a warm relaxing feeling through me. She ran the rag between my ass cheeks and played with my balls, sending a slight shiver down my spine and curling my toes.
I turned around so she could do the front, watching as she ran the rag down my chest and stomach, bypassing my crotch and working on my legs. Using just her hands, she lathered up my pubic hair, making it look like a snow-covered field. Her hands moved down to my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Mary worked on my shaft, slowly stroking it with her soap-covered hands. Her touch was both relaxing and exciting, I could feel that tingly warm feeling moving through me. I looked down at her as she worked her magic and realized I was getting an erection.
“Are you playing with my dick?” I asked.
“Yes,” she responded, “I am. I like looking at, playing with it, sucking it, and I love feeling it in my cunt.”
She continued stroking me, picking up the pace a little. I could feel it working up my shaft from my balls moving to the head of my cock. I put one hand on the shower wall and the other on her shoulder for support as I shot my load. It wasn’t as intense as the first time, I only manged to shoot two puny ropes, one hitting her just below her chin and the other between her breasts. Reaching over my shoulder, she took the showerhead and rinsed us both off.
She gave me a soft kiss and said, “I wanted to make sure you were empty.”
“I’m pretty sure you drained every last drop!” I exclaimed.
Mary turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain open. Stepping out of the tub, she handed me a towel and got one for herself. I dried off her back, turned and let her dry mine.
“I’d like to do this again sometime,” I said.
Looking me directly in the eyes she responded, “Yeah, I should hope you would.”
“What I really want is for you to show me how to please a woman. I did enjoy what just happened between us but, I didn’t know what to expect,” I said.
Mary put her arms around my waist, held me close and said, “Believe me, I got just as much pleasure from this as you did. I came twice and enjoyed every second of it. So, yes, it would be my pleasure to teach you a few things.”
Dried off and clean, I went to the living room to dress, Mary following close behind me. Sorting through the pile of clothes, I found my shirt and pants. Mary watched as I dressed and still naked, followed me to the door.
“I’m leaving early in the morning to a job site on the other side of the state. I should be back in about two weeks,” I said.
“You have my number, call me and let me know how you’re doing,” she responded.
She stood naked in the doorway as I walked down the steps to the street, gave a quick wave goodbye and closed the door.
I had planned on being with her again in two weeks but, due to our schedules and a family emergency, it would be three months. In the meantime, I planned to be better prepared.
But, that’s another story for another time.
