“She’s into potted plants, for fuck’s sake,” said Stewart, “It doesn’t get much more boring than that!”
I figured my friends were probably right, but I still had this thing for her. She was what I would consider a real woman. She was curvy, with ample breasts and long legs that she liked to show off, almost always wearing high heels, even when she was tinkering around in the greenhouse. There was something of distinguished beauty in her face. Unlike the girls of my own age, Mrs. Cartwright displayed class. Her makeup was tuned to perfection. I could easily overlook the few tell-tale wrinkles in favor of her benevolent smile. She was a warm person, with nothing to hide. Unlike the high-school chicks I frequented every day, she had already made her mark. She didn’t need to pretend. To me, she represented the type of woman I would like to be married to one day.
—
It was by chance that I met her that day. I’d just finished working my summer job in the local supermarket when I bumped into her in the parking lot. She was struggling with a trolley load of plants that she’d purchased from the adjoining garden center. I could see that the trunk was already full and that she was having a hard time fitting everything in. I walked over and asked if she needed some help.
“Hi, Lee,” she said, “I’m afraid I’ve bought way too much, as usual.”
“Maybe we can fit some on the back seat,” I offered.
“Ah yes, what a good idea,” she replied, “Where are you going?”
I told her that I was headed home, to which she suggested that I ride along with her seeing as she lived just up the road from me. It was definitely better than waiting for the next bus.
—
We finished loading up the car and headed toward home. It was at that point that I realized that I’d never been alone with Mrs. Cartwright. Sitting right next to her in the passenger seat made me very conscious of her presence, especially with her long legs shooting out from under her dress, her thighs quite exposed as the material had ridden up toward her waist. I took a quick peek and immediately felt a twitch in my pants. At that very moment, she tugged at the hem, pulling it down slightly. I blushed bright red, thinking I must have been busted.
“So, have you been shopping?” she asked cheerily, looking over at me.
I explained that I was working a summer job, trying to make some money before going to college.
“Very good,” she replied,” That will keep you out of trouble. Too many teenagers are into drugs, alcohol and sex these days. Well, drugs and alcohol anyway. Sex isn’t such a bad thing.”
She looked over at me and smiled. In that instant, I had a feeling something was going to happen. With hindsight, it was easy to see where things were going, but at the time it didn’t seem so obvious. It was more of a hope or a wish that the signals I was getting were real.
I looked at her while she continued to drive. I wanted to put my hand into her lovely blonde curls and stroke her neck. I wanted to kiss her beautiful red lips while looking into her light green eyes. Mostly, I wanted to slip my hand between her delicate thighs, but of course I didn’t. Instead, I continued to blush profusely in silence for the next five minutes until we arrived at her place.
“Thank you very much for your help, Lee,” she said, “Would it be too much to ask to help me carry these pots into the greenhouse?”
“Not at all,” I replied, eager to help and reluctant to leave her.
Five minutes later we had finished putting all the plants away. I thought for a moment that it was the end of my daydream. I was getting ready to go home feeling deflated and that perhaps the signals were all in my mind.
“Would you like a drink for your efforts?” she asked, “I’ve just made some fresh fruit juice.”
“Yes please,” I practically gulped.
—
Once inside the house, she made a point of kicking off her high heels, saying how much more comfortable she felt with bare feet. Not surprisingly, they were beautifully manicured with polish matching her fingernails.
She took the juice from the fridge, poured two glasses, and told me to take a seat. I sat down on the couch whereas she sat down on an armchair opposite me, cross-legged. She flicked her hair casually, once again making me feel horny, but also for the first time thinking about her husband and what he would think of me being there chatting with his wife.
“What do you do in your spare time, Lee?” she asked.
She put emphasis on my name, as though probing into my private life. I felt like she was assuming that a Lee was different than a Joe or a Doug. She specifically wanted to know what a Lee does. She could have just asked what I do, but because of calling out my name, I felt like I had to give an interesting answer.
“Not much,” I said, pathetically. So much for being interesting.
“No girlfriend?” she continued.
“No, Mrs. Cartwright,” I answered.
She practically rolled off the couch laughing. I tried to understand why she found that so funny, but I had to wait for what seemed like forever before she resumed the conversation.
“No, Mrs.
“What’s so funny?” I asked honestly.
“When you get to my age, you’ll know,” she said, “When younger people think of you only as Mrs. This or Mr. That, it’s as though there’s a barrier between age groups. I’m not all THAT old!”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “What should I call you?”
She stood up and sat down next to me on the couch, dangling her bare leg over my knee, pushing her torso into me so that when I looked down, I could clearly see her breasts down the front of her blouse. She stared me straight in the eyes, her lips so close to mine that I could practically have kissed her.
“What do you want to call me, Lee?” she asked teasingly, “Unless you’re scared of older women?”
“No,” I blurted, although quite honestly by that point I realized she fully intended to have sex with me.
“What about Mr. Cartwright?” I asked pathetically.
“I’m guessing that Mr. Cartwright is probably fucking his secretary right now,” she answered sarcastically, “Or getting a blowjob by some chambermaid in a hotel somewhere. Doesn’t really matter what he’s up to, does it?”
“Umm, no, I guess not,” I answered shyly.
“You can call me Honey,” she said, putting her hand on my crotch, “I’ve always wanted to hear a guy call me that.”
“Yes, Honey,” I replied before kissing her on the lips.
She slipped her tongue inside my mouth and played with my tongue at the same time. I loved the feeling of her exploring my mouth while she slid her hands over my torso. She acted in desperation, as though she hadn’t had sex for a long time, grabbing my hand and pulling it between her legs.
“Touch me!” she begged.
I slid my hand up to her soaking panties and felt her pussy through the material while we continued to kiss. She writhed about, fumbling with the fly of my jeans. Within seconds, she had managed to get her hand inside my briefs, tugging at my pounding member until it sprang forth into the open air.
“Oh wow, you’re big!” she squealed, immediately engulfing my manhood with her lips and sucking it down. I couldn’t believe how much she managed to swallow. The feeling of her mouth and throat closing in around my cock was almost too much. I was afraid I might blow my load at any second. Luckily, she eased off after a short while, allowing me to relax and continue fingering her wet pussy through her panties.
“Oh, that’s lovely!” she said enthusiastically, “Keep touching my clit like that.”
I fingered her until I felt her going into an orgasmic spasm. When she came, her panties became very wet. I could feel a stream of warm cum had oozed out of her pussy, so much so that the couch now had a puddle around where she was seated.
“You’re a bad boy,” she laughed, “You made your Honey all wet!’
“That was super!” I said enthusiastically. I’d made girls cum before, but never with such a flow of juices.
She stopped sucking me off for a moment while we stripped off. After peeling down her panties and pulling her dress over her head, she instructed me to lie on my back. She straddled over me in a sixty-nine position, lowering her beautiful peach gently over my face while simultaneously resuming the grip of my cock in her mouth. I had expected her to be hairy, but instead she was smooth-shaven, with one of the tightest and tastiest pussies I had ever seen. I hungrily licked her and kissed her, flicking my tongue over her clitoris until she quickly came again, pouring her cum into my waiting mouth. Meantime, she was alternating between licking my cock and sucking my balls one by one, to the degree I was sure it would be over soon. But, she anticipated my eagerness and held back whenever I got too close to exploding.
She must have cum about five times and I was thinking she must soon be dry when she finally got up and turned around, straddling my waist and pulling my throbbing member deep inside her. I propped my head on a pillow and watched her delicious breasts bouncing up and down happily as she rode my pole. She grinned at me, as happy that I was banging her as she was that she was pleasuring me.
“Do you like Honey’s tits?” she asked, touching them.
“I fucking love Honey’s tits!!” I exclaimed.
“Are you going to come inside Honey?” she asked.
“I sure am!” I answered. The thought of filling her with my cum was thrilling.
It was less than an hour since I had met Mrs. Cartwright at the supermarket, and now we were naked on her couch, fucking like lovers. It was unbelievable and extremely exciting. I looked up at her, the joy on her face and the beauty of her body. She had been right. She wasn’t so old, and in fact, she was a damned sight sexier than any girl I could imagine.
We were both getting exhausted when I suddenly came, my cock stiffening as it had never done before. I felt my balls emptying, and apparently so did she, judging by the look on her face. She was grinning from ear to ear. She collapsed on top of me and we held each other tightly for several minutes.
—
About a half an hour later, we woke up. At first I felt a bit panicked about what had happened, not sure if it was true or not. I needn’t have worried. She had it all covered.
“From now on, you should continue to call me Mrs. Cartwright when we’re in company, but when we’re alone here, please just call me Honey.”
I went away beaming, knowing that I was invited back for more. I couldn’t wait!
