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Julia
by Notjoeking (address withheld)
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A teenage boy fantasizes about an older woman and when
they meet years later, his dreams come true. (MF, rom)
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When I was a kid we used to go on camping holidays on
the French Riviera every August. We went to the same
place year after year, and we'd meet up again with other
families that did the same thing. When I was 13, a very
handsome young family started coming to the camp site
next to us. Andrew and Julia were in their mid- to late-
20s, with a 5-year-old daughter and a son aged 4.
Julia was incredibly attractive, and I immediately
developed an huge crush on her. She was tall, about
5'8", with long legs, nice curvy hips, a small waist,
and a very pretty face with big brown eyes, a small
nose, full lips, and slightly crooked but dazzlingly
white teeth, all framed by shoulder-length curly brown
hair. Best of all, though, were her absolutely superb
tits. Standard beachwear for women in France consists of
nothing more than the bottom half of a bikini, in
Julia's case always very skimpy.
Every day, hiding the direction of my gaze behind my
sunglasses, I would steal long lingering looks at her
magnificent boobs. They were big enough that your hand
wouldn't quite cover them, they were round and firm and
proud, and topped by dark chewy nipples that stood out
like coat pegs whenever she came out of the sea after a
swim.
Every night I would lie in my tent rubbing my cock,
imagining being with her. I'd been wanking to orgasm for
just a few months at that point, and I got plenty of
practice that first summer. The nights I listened to her
and Andrew fucking quietly just a few feet away from me,
separated by only a couple of thin layers of tent
fabric, were particularly pleasurable, but also
particularly frustrating: what earthly chance did a
spotty thirteen-year-old have of any action with such a
gorgeous married older woman?
Over the next few summers Julia and I developed a
harmless, pleasant, somewhat flirty relationship. I was
still enormously attracted to her. At age eighteen, I
stopped going on holiday with my parents, but as her
daughter was born on the very same day as my youngest
sister, our families remained friendly.
When I was 23 I landed a job for a few months one summer
in the town about 20 miles from their home, and I
decided to get in touch. Julia was by then in her mid-
to late-30s. I hadn't seen her for six years. I phoned
them and was invited to dinner later that week.
The evening of the dinner I took the bus to their
village and found the house easily. I had bought a small
bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine. She greeted me at
the door with a quick kiss on the cheek. Her perfume was
very nice, subtle, a little mysterious, sweet. She stood
back a little, gave me an appraising look up and down
and said, "It's been too long. You're looking good,
Joe." So was she. She hadn't gained a pound. There were
one or two new fine lines around her eyes, but she was
still extremely attractive.
I learned that Andrew had been called away to
Switzerland for a three-day business trip at a moment's
notice the previous day. I was sorry to miss him, as he
was a pretty funny guy, but being entertained by just
Julia and her kids was fine by me. And it turned out
that him being away led to all sorts of unanticipated
adventures.
The girl, Karen, was 15 by now. She was a bit too young
for me to make any moves on, but she had turned into a
really sexy little thing. It was obvious from her pert
breasts, tight bum, cute face, and dazzling white teeth
that she was going to grow up to be just as gorgeous as
her mum. She had inherited the art of delightful
flirting from her mother, too.
The kids were old enough to look after themselves, so
after a very pleasant evening, including a delicious
dinner, Julia offered to drive me back to town. She told
her kids not to wait up for her, as they had school the
next day, it was already almost 10:30, and she'd be gone
at least an hour. We chatted about this and that on the
way.
As we drew up beside the place where I was staying
(house-sitting for some other friends who were sailing
in the Caribbean for three months, the miserable dogs),
I remarked that this was the first time she and I had
ever been alone.
"I know," she said. "In fact, I'm a little surprised you
haven't tried to take advantage of me in this situation.
After all, here you are, alone in a strange town, and
here I am, an attractive older woman who you have a
history of flirting with, my husband away …" Her voice
trailed off. Was she suggesting something?
"Oh, don't think I haven't thought about it," I mumbled.
"What have you thought?" she asked.
I paused. I didn't want to step over any boundaries,
although it was unclear to me where the line was,
exactly. "Um, I don't know, really." I was ashamed at
how pathetic that was.
"What have you thought?" There was a cajoling insistence
in her voice.
I figured that talking about fucking her was as close as
I was going to get, so I took a deep breath and went for
it. "Well, for many years I've dreamt of what it must be
like to feel the inside of your thighs pressing on my
ears as I drink from your love fountain while you cum in
my mouth. There." Neither of us spoke for what seemed
like a month, but it was probably only about 5 seconds,
really.
I couldn't bear the silence, so blurted out, "There's
plenty of other stuff I'd like to do as well, that's
just for starters." I paused once again. The stillness
was excruciating. I was convinced that I had completely
blown it, that she was going to take offence, tell my
parents, and sever all communication between our
families.
Then she said, "Oh, Joe, you always were such a
considerate boy. That sounds very nice." She was
reacting as though I'd offered to do her grocery
shopping or something. "But where were you planning to
do this?" she went on. "My car wouldn't be very
comfortable, would it?" She turned towards me and
smiled.
Even in the dark of the parked car I could see her
gleaming teeth. It was at this point that I realized she
was hot for me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Was I actually going to have this beautiful woman I'd
been lusting after for almost as long as I'd had
hormones? I suddenly felt desperately awkward, as if the
thought of actual real sex with Julia had transformed me
back into what I was last time I'd seen her: a horny
teenager with a bad complexion and a sorry habit of
cumming a few seconds after a girl touched my cock. I
began stammering some banal reply.
I could almost feel a premature ejaculation coming on,
and I didn't even have a hard-on! This was ridiculous! I
was twenty-three, and by then a skillful and confident
lover, and experienced enough to be able to enjoy
myself. I took another deep breath and forced myself to
relax.
"We can go inside, of course," I said. My mind was
racing, trying to come up with a solution to one
possible problem: I couldn't remember if I'd left any
wank magazines lying around in the house. I hadn't
bothered to tidy up, as my list of possible scenarios
for the evening had definitely not included bringing
Julia back to my place for sex. But what the hell, if
there was some skin on show, she might enjoy it. "You're
very welcome to come in," I said, "but I should warn you
that my room might not be, um, too presentable." I
thought this was a neat solution, but she saw right
through it.
"Ah, you mean there might be some porn in evidence. I
don't mind that, Joe. I enjoy looking at sexy pictures.
I'm used to it." I wondered for a moment what she and
Andrew were into, until she said, "I have a teenage son,
after all."
At her suggestion went straight up to the bedroom,
which, amazingly enough, was immaculate. The bed was
made, my clothes were all either in the laundry basket
or put away, and two magazines were in evidence, one
about technology, one about current affairs. We stood a
little awkwardly near the bed, until she reached over
and touched my cheek, then said, "Lie down, Joe. Just
watch." I quickly took off my shoes and socks and lay on
the bed with my ankles crossed and my hands behind my
head. My heart was thumping away, and my cock was
already semi-erect.
She smiled at me, and after slipping her shoes off,
raised her hand to the top of her blouse. She swayed her
hips a little as she started undoing the buttons down
the front. I caught a glimpse of white bra and felt my
cock swelling. I moved my hand down to stimulate it, but
she said, "No you don't. Just watch. We'll take care of
him later."
So I lay back and admired what I was seeing. She slipped
the blouse off and laid it neatly on a chair, then she
reached behind her, unzipped her skirt, slid that down
over her hips, and put it on the chair as well. As it
was June, she was much less suntanned than I was used to
seeing her. My guess is she hadn't been expecting any
action tonight, either, as her bra and panties were
nothing special.
I can only imagine how fantastic she would have looked
in something sexy like a red teddy and suspender belt.
Anyway, still smiling, she reached behind, unclasped her
bra, carefully took it off, and put it on top of her
other clothes. Her tits were just as magnificent as they
had been six years earlier, still round and firm and
proud. Her nipples were puckering up like raspberries,
eminently suckable. I was very excited.
She stood next to me for a moment on two in just her
panties, and then said, "OK, your turn. Up you get." I
was a little disappointed that she had stopped
undressing before getting completely naked, but I
realized that for now she wanted us both to see no more
of each other than we had before. We changed places. I
stood beside the bed and started undressing while she
lay down in the exact same position that I had been in.
"Stop when you get down to your underpants and then lie
down beside me," she said.
I nodded and smiled at her as I unbuttoned my shirt and
took it off. As I had been working out, I was
considerably more muscled than when she had last seen
me. She let out a quiet exclamation to let me know she
was impressed by my musculature. I undid my belt and
trousers and slipped them off. She let out another quiet
exclamation to let me know she was impressed by the size
of my cock, which was by now stretching the fabric of my
briefs to an almost ridiculous extent. She rolled onto
her side and I hopped onto the bed beside her.
We lay side by side, smiling a little coyly into each
other's eyes. I could barely contain my excitement, and
in fact my cock head slipped out from under the
waistband of my underpants and pointed up towards
Julia's face, keen to get into the action. I ran my hand
gently up her back which caused her to shudder
deliciously. She said, "Kiss me, Joe."
As our tongues met a thrill ran through my body. We
explored mouths deeply and lustily. I tried to roll on
top of her, but she said, "No, wait, let's just kiss and
caress some more."
I wanted her so badly, but she was right; there was
undoubtedly pleasure in anticipation and taking things
slowly. So we kissed and stroked torsos for some time
and then I worked my way down her body a little, kissing
her neck, her shoulder, the side of her breast, and then
… a holy grail met … her nipple. It was bullet-hard and
almost the size of the last knuckle of my thumb. She
moaned and encouraged me, sexily cradling the other tit
in the crook of her arm, raising it for my eager mouth.
I suckled greedily.
My poor cock was straining for some action. She had
wrapped one leg over my hip, and I was pressing up
against her as best I could, but the position we were in
didn't make it easy. "Julia," I said, "I—"
"I know." She stood up and without taking her eyes off
me slid her panties down her legs and onto the floor.
Above her mons, her bush was fairly thick, extending in
a neat triangle outwards, but over her labia she was
almost completely hairless. Her inner pussy lips
protruded well over half an inch. I reached over and
stroked the top of her inner thigh, which sent a frisson
through her body. I moved my hand up and … another holy
grail met … slid my middle finger in the silky moist
opening between her legs. She gasped and pressed down
slightly on my hand.
"Get back onto the bed," I suggested. She climbed up and
sat astride me, the heat from her sweet sex burning on
my belly. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly, her
tongue darting in and out of my mouth. My hands roamed
over her bum and back and kneaded her tits as they hung
down toward my chest.
"Move up," I said, "and sit your sweet self on my face."
Somewhat inelegantly, she scooted up the bed with her
legs still straddling my body. When her sex was level
with my neck she raised her bum and continued wiggling
until she was positioned right over my mouth. Then she
lowered her pelvis and … another holy grail met … I
kissed her cunt. She tasted quite incredible, fruity and
smoky and so rich. I had dreamt about doing this for
nearly half my life, and now here I was with one hand
stroking her bum, the other holding her pussy lips
apart, and my tongue lapping at her love. I was in
bliss. Her labia swelled as she got more excited, and
she was moaning in a sweet, strangled way. "Oh, God,
Joe, you're really good. Andrew won't ever do this. He
says he doesn't like the taste."
"Idiot doesn't know what he's missing," I mumbled. "But
let's not talk about him right now, OK?"
"Ah, yes, OK, sorry."
I reached up and squeezed her tits as she pushed her
heavenly crotch down into my face. How I managed to
leave my cock alone still beggars belief. The poor guy
was throbbing red for some action. Julia rocked her
pelvis back and forth, moaning loudly, squeezing against
the sides of my head with her legs. I just held my head
and tongue steady while she did all the work. Her juices
were smearing all over the bottom half of my face. Her
pubes were tickling my nose, but I wasn't going to stop
her on account of that.
I started sucking quite hard, and each time she moved up
I got her clit between my lips. It was standing proud,
red, inflamed, so smooth and so strong. By the changes
to the rhythm of her rocking and the volume of her
moans, I could tell that she was not far from that
delightful edge of orgasm. She suddenly screamed out
"Oh, God, I'm going to cum. Oh, yes, oh yes!" And then a
great shudder went through her entire body accompanied
by a load moan and … another holy grail met … with the
inside of her thighs pressing against my ears, I drank
her love-juice as she cummed into my open and oh so
willing mouth.
When she was done she rolled off me and lay on the bed,
flushed, panting, unbelievably sexy. "Oh my God, Joe,
that was fantastic. You've done that before, haven't
you?"
"Um, once or twice, yes," I replied, smiling modestly.
"Do you want to make love now?"
"Oh, I think I might be ready." I stood up and slipped
my briefs off. My erection was rock hard, pointing
straight up. I stroked it a couple of times, which felt
very nice, finally, but I certainly needed no
stimulation to be ready. Julia lay naked on her back
with her knees up and legs open, smiling at me with
those gorgeous brown eyes and white, white teeth.
"I'm on the pill, so you don't need to pull out or
anything, alright?" she said. I nodded, blissful,
delighted to hear this. "Your cock is so beautiful, my
sweet boy. Come, let me feel it inside me." Her voice
was like poetry.
I grasped her ankles and pulled her down until the top
of her legs were level with the foot of the bed, then
lifted her feet and rested them on my shoulders. She
looked so incredibly alluring beneath me like that. I
placed the head of my cock at the opening to her sweet
pussy and … another holy grail met … pushed gently home
to feel the gentle grip of the velvety smooth rich warm
river that was her cunt.
I was in paradise. Slowly I withdrew until just the very
tip of my cock was touching her lips, and then just as
slowly I pushed back in so that she gripped the head
only. We fucked like that for a little while, me
standing on the floor, her with her sweet, strong cunt
lips working that sensitive ridge where the glans meets
the shaft. I had just the perfect view of the head
disappearing and reemerging.
Gradually I lengthened my thrusts until we were fucking
deep, hard. She rubbed her magnificent breasts, pushing
them up together, inviting me to bend down and suck on
her nipples. Our hips were locked in perfect rhythm with
each other, gaining pace in a steady acceleration.
As our speed increased her tits were jiggling up and
down, the nipples standing up proudly. She was gasping
and moaning, and mixed in with the incoherent sounds was
encouragement for me to cum. With her ankles resting on
my shoulders I was fucking her good and deep.
I felt as though my entire sexual history had been
building to this moment. This wasn't just some pretty
girl I'd met somewhere or other and hit it off with,
Julia was the first woman I had really fancied and
fantasized about.
I'd known her since I was thirteen, and now here she was
writhing around under me in obvious transports of joy
with my cock buried in her pussy. I was about to
complete the circle; the spotty kid was about to become
a man. Too soon I felt my release beginning to rise up
from my balls. "I'm going to cum," I gasped between
thrusts. "I'd like to delay it more, but I can't help
it. You're way too sexy."
"Oh, yes, my sweet man, fuck me, fuck me good. Give me
all your cum." She understood, too! Just before I
entered her, she had called me her sweet boy, and now I
was her sweet man. I had an idea that we might be able
to cum together, so I reached down and stimulated her
clit with my forefinger. It worked. She ratcheted up her
movements, gyrating her hips under me.
My cock head did its usual excited thing of swelling to
an enormous size just before my sperm rockets up my
shaft, and as I plunged deep into her she felt the
growth, let out a long wail, and cried out, "Oh, my god,
I'm cumming again!"
We hit our peak simultaneously, a first for me. My jizz
cascaded into her pussy … another holy grail met … with
a series of indescribably wonderful spasms and at the
same exact moment that they started, her pelvis rolled
and rocked as her orgasm pumped through her body,
through her sex and into mine. Afterwards, as the rolls
of energy faded, she lay on her back, eyes closed,
smiling dreamily.
We continued rocking gently for some time, enjoying the
wet sensations, until she gracefully removed her ankles
from my shoulders and I plopped out of her. She scooted
back up the bed and I lay down on top of her. We had a
long, sweet cuddle, during which she told me what a
wonderful lover I was and that this was the first time
she had ever cum twice like that.
I kept my thoughts to myself, but I had to wonder about
Andrew: he didn't eat her out, he'd never given her
multiple orgasms. What was wrong with him? If I was
married to a woman as beautiful and as sexy as Julia,
I'd have made damn sure she was getting pleasured
regularly, as she would be a prize catch for anyone.
I told her how I had fancied her since the moment I had
laid eyes on her ten years ago, how I used to imagine
being with her, and that as good as my fantasies were,
they could not approach the amazing real thing.
Supremely comfortable and satisfied, I must have dozed
off. When I woke, some hours later, I was alone. I still
have the note she had put on the chest of drawers.
"Goodbye, Joe.
Thanks for having me! This needs to be our secret.
Please don't call me or try to see me again. This is the
first time I've ever been unfaithful to Andrew in
seventeen years of marriage, so understandably I have
some mixed feelings.
You were incredible, we were incredible and I can't
thank you enough. I had an extraordinary, wonderful
time, and did things I never imagined I was capable of,
with anyone. To be with a man I've known since he was a
boy was very special. It was completely unexpected and
completely memorable.
I shall treasure tonight forever.
Thank you.
Julia xxx."
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