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Irene
by Mexbum (mexbum59@hotmail.com)
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A one time but true event with Irene, my folk's good
friend. (F/m-teen, mast, 1st, true)
***
Irene and her husband, Rusty, had been my folks' best
friends for as long as I could remember. Rusty and my
step-father had been childhood buddies and had
reconnected in L.A. after the World War II. Rusty and
Irene had two kids, a son and daughter, who were about
5 to 7 years younger than I. In the later 50's Rusty
had gotten a job as a salesman with the same company as
my step-father. Irene worked as the head-waitress at a
high-end L.A. steak house.
All during my growing up years, Irene tended to be the
center of attention at our social gatherings. She had a
lively, energetic personality, was quick witted and
seemed to have a never-ending collection of jokes and
quips. And, one of her favorite activities was to tease
me whenever I was around. The truth was I enjoyed her
attention, even-though, she embarrassed me
relentlessly.
Irene was about 5'5", 130 lbs, had short, fine, light-
red hair, gray-green eyes, and seemingly always had a
slight tan which was most likely related to her one
quarter Native American heritage. She had clear skin
and a slight gap between her front teeth which reminded
me at the time of the actress, Barbara Hutton. I
thought she was attractive, but, not in a particularly
feminine way.
For a woman she had more muscular definition than was
common. She proudly attributed this to having bucked
hay and driven tractors as a teenager on her parents'
Missouri farm. In many respects Irene was a man's
woman, meaning, she seemed more comfortable discussing
politics, religion or the stock market with men, rather
than, participating in typical women's conversations.
As I grew into my young teenage years, her teasing took
on an increasingly muted sexual tone. As I was
attending catholic school at the time, she made jokes
about hairy palms, getting into the nuns' habits, and
playing stinky pinky with the young girls. I dismissed
her comments with a red face, a shake of the head, and
a quick escape. The first real "incident" occurred when
I was 15 years old and was attending a catholic boy's
high school.
I had recently completed a ballroom dance course at the
urging of my mother who felt every young man should
know their way around the dance floor. Shortly,
thereafter, I accompanied my folks, and Rusty and Irene
to a dinner club with a live dance band.
After dinner, Irene suggested we dance because she
wanted to see what I had learned. The music was up-
tempo and we began a brisk foxtrot which was still
popular then with the older folks. As we circled the
floor I began to notice that with every turn, Irene
managed to make an exaggerated move, such that, her
right leg pushed between my legs and I could feel her
thighs against my upper right thigh near my hip.
Being the perpetual, horny fellow that I was, I
immediately began to develop serious wood. As I became
more conscious of her pelvis against me and my
erection, I became more embarrassed and anxious. She
seemed to sense this and made even more exaggerated
moves. I couldn't wait for the music to end which it
finally did, but, just as the band played their final
notes, she leaned forward close to my ear and said,
"Sexy, huh!"
With that, she turned and headed back to our table. I
was very embarrassed at the prospect of having to walk
between the tables filled with people with an obvious
tent in my trousers. I quickly took off my sport coat,
draped it over my arm, held it in front of me, and very
self-consciously made it back to our table.
Another "incident" occurred about two years later when
my folks were having a social gathering at our house
and I decided to drop by with my new girl friend,
Nancy, to introduce her to my folks and their friends.
Nancy was tall, slender, dressed rather elegantly for a
17 year-old, and had long flowing light brown hair.
After introductions my step-father took Nancy in tow to
meet the other guests Shortly, thereafter, Irene
cornered me, commented on how pretty she thought Nancy
was, and, then, said, "I bet she squeals when you get
your knees in that hair." Again, caught off guard, I
simply turned red, shook my head and said something
about her never giving up. She only laughed and walked
away.
After this incident, whenever, we were together
socially, Irene would manage to get me aside, out of
hearing range of anyone else and ask if I had been laid
yet.
Fast forward two more years to the spring of 1961. I
was attending a local community college and was playing
spring football. At this point I was 5'11", 175 lbs and
aspiring to make the team as a running or defensive
back. I must say I was fairly buff. One warm, early
afternoon I dropped by Rusty and Irene's house to ask
for Rusty's advice on a prospective car purchase
because he had a keener interest in cars than my step-
father. As I knocked on the back door adjacent to the
kitchen, I heard Irene say, "Come in, Kevin.
Irene was barefooted, as usual, wearing baggy white
shorts and a light weight, loose fitting mint green
sleeveless blouse with narrow shoulder straps.
Obviously, she was doing some type of housework project
because there was a small ladder standing near the
kitchen sink. She moved across the kitchen, gave me a
hug and a kiss on the cheek. We chatted for a few
minutes about school, football, and, of course, she
asked if I had been laid yet. This time I was ready for
her. I told her I had my eye on a nice prospect at
school until I saw her giving a guy a blow-job in the
school parking lot. (I kid you not!)
After we both laughed at the irony, she looked at me
for a few seconds and, then, said, "We really have to
get you laid." Feeling feisty I said, "Maybe I should
put a sign around my neck that says <Needs Sex!>." Her
retort was, "Maybe you need an older woman to show you
the ropes."
I almost fainted! My face must have turned three shades
of red. My mind was running at full speed. I asked
myself, "Is she talking about herself?" "Is she
propositioning me?" I was totally nonplussed. She
brought me out of my confusion when she said that Rusty
was at his monthly sales meeting and wouldn't be home
until later in the evening and that her kids were going
on an outing with their cousins after school. Then, she
walked up to the ladder and stepped up to the top step
and began to take some things off the top shelf of the
cabinet next to the sink.
To break up the embarrassment of the moment, I asked,
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to stand on the
top rung of a ladder?" She replied, "Don't just stand
there, come over here and keep me from busting my
butt." Her height on the ladder was such that her waist
was just about my eye level. I reached up and took her
hips in my hands. I couldn't help but notice that her
legs were shaved smooth and her skin was very smooth,
taunt, and her leg muscles flexed as she moved about.
Then, something absolutely unexpected and thrilling
happened. She raised her arms above her head to reach
for something on the back of the top cabinet shelf. As
she did so, the hem of her loose fitting top rose up
and bloused out exposing her bare mid-rift.
As I looked at the smooth skin of her torso, my eyes
fell on the bottoms of her braless breasts. My pulse
seemed to shoot straight up through the top of my head.
My throat closed, and, for a moment, I thought I might
not draw another breath. I tried not to look, but, no
matter how hard I tried, I continued to stare at what I
considered at the time to be exquisite beauty.
This went on for about 5 minutes as she continued to
remove all the items on the top shelves. We moved the
ladder a few times so she could reach all the shelves.
Each time she reached up, I feasted on her amazingly
beautiful breasts. Just as she reached up to take the
last item, she turned to look at me over her right
shoulder and said, "How do you like the view?"
An electric shock shot through me and I literally leapt
backwards across the width of the kitchen and backed
into the door way to the dining room. I must have had a
panicked look on my face because Irene laughed and
stepped down from the ladder. She took a few steps
towards me and continued to laugh saying I looked like
I might faint. I didn't know what to say or do. I just
stood there wide-eyed.
She put her arms around my shoulders and took my head
in her hands, kissed me on the cheek, said she was
sorry for embarrassing me. For a few moments she simply
hugged me with her hands on the back of my neck. As the
buzzing in my head began to subside, I brought my hands
up to her waist to return the hug. As I did so, she
leaned her body into mine, and I felt her firm breasts
against my chest and her pelvis push into mine.
Another electric shock went through me and I sprang an
instant erection. Her arms tightened around my neck and
we held each other for a few moments when she loosened
her arms enough to lean her upper torso away from me
while still holding my shoulders in her hands and
continuing to keep her pelvis firmly against me. She
looked me in the eyes and asked, "Can I trust you to
keep what's about to happen just between us?" I nodded.
She took a step back, reached up to the straps of her
top with each of her hands, hesitated a moment, and
began to slowly lower the straps over the outside of
her shoulders until it came to rest at her waist. Her
breasts were beautifully round about the size of a
normal grapefruit, each with areola the size of silver
dollars and each protruding out to perfectly coned
points. There was no sag to her breasts as they were
held close to her body.
As my eyes took in her beauty, she took each of my
hands in hers and slowly brought them up to her
exquisite mounds. When my fingers lightly touched her
firm nipples, she let out a quiet moan. With her hands
on the outside of mine, she moved my palms in circles
against her hard nipples. I could hear her breathing
quicken as my heart beat like a drum. She whispered,
"This feels wonderful."
She kept this movement going for about a minute,
although, at the time, it seemed much longer. My
erection was straining against the front of my walking
shorts. Next, she shifted to my left, reached up and
directed my head down to her left breast and said,
"Please lick my nipples." Without further encouragement
I ran my tongue around the circumference of her firm
and swollen areole. As I did so, she began to breathe
faster and she gripped the back of my head more firmly
pressing my mouth harder against her flesh.
She moaned louder and with her other hand pressed my
free hand into her right breast grasping it tighter.
Then, she released my hand and began to slid her hand
down and around my hip towards my raging hard on. When
she began to run her fingers and palm over my cock from
the outside of my shorts, I thought I would lose it
right there. She seemed to sense my state of arousal.
She removed her hand but only momentarily.
Then, I felt her grasp the zipper on my fly and begin
to unzip me. At this point I was so aroused, I fought
for control not to come. A moment later she unbuckled
my belt, unbuttoned the waist band of my shorts, and
pulled at my shorts until they descended to my ankles.
I gasped when she reached inside my boxers, pulled my
cock out, and began to stroke me in a pull and twist
fashion. In just a matter of seconds, my body seemed to
literally burst.
I shot cum straight out time and time, again, as she
continued to pull and twist all the while whispering in
my ear, "That's it, come for me, come for me!" Her hand
was full of cum, but, she continued to stroke until the
head of my cock became so sensitive I began to squirm.
At that she released me and stepped away momentarily to
grab a towel and clean her hand. All the while I stood
there trembling and shaking in the aftermath of the
most explosive organism of my life.
She stepped back to me, put her hands around the back
of my head, looked me in the eye and, then, kissed me
with a warm, wet, soft, open-mouth kiss that lasted
several moments. I was in heaven. And, then, she said,
"My turn." With that, she reached down between us and
unbuttoned her own shorts which quickly feel to her
ankles. She stepped out of them, removed the blouse
that had been gathered at her waist, and, now she stood
in only her white panties.
She took my right hand into her left and guided my
fingers under the waist band and pulled my hand down
towards her pubis. Down past and through her silky
pubic hair and into the folds of her fleshy and
unbelievably wet vulva. She moved my fingers up and
down her wonderfully soft and moist tissues. With each
stroke she pressed my fingers deeper into her vagina
only to bring them back up to the firm flesh at the top
of her vulva.
All the while her breathing and moaning became louder
and more intense. As she was overcome by her organism,
she repeatedly bucked her pelvis into my hand and
groaned loudly. For several moments, as she recovered
from her climax, she held onto my neck with one hand
and continued to hold my hand in the soft tissues of
her pussy, slowly, moving my fingers up and down, at
the same time, she was whispering into my ear how good
I made her feel.
Then, she did the most amazing thing. She lifted my
hand that had been in her pussy up to the space between
our faces, pulled my head forward, kissed me again, and
inserted my fingers between our mouths for both of us
to taste. Our tongues intertwined around my fingers and
around each others tongues. For the first time I tasted
the delicious nectar of a woman.
I found her slightly salty and wonderfully delicious.
All of this caused me to become erect again which she
immediately detected against her lower stomach. She
reached down between us, while continuing the kiss,
cupped my balls with one hand, and took my cock in her
other hand and, once, again, began to pull and twist.
Within a matter of a few seconds, I was coming again in
her hand and my liquid squirted all over our bodies.
She continued pulling me until I was so sensitive, I
had to break away. She smiled with the most delicious
grin, gave me another short, open mouth kiss, and,
then, moved to the sink to grab another towel.
We cleaned up, put our clothes back on, and she said I
needed to leave before her family returned.
I've dreamt of Irene and our time together for many
years. It was our one and only experience together.
But, even to this day, whenever I see her, she gives me
that knowing look.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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