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The First Chapter- Mrs. GChapter 1- Mrs. GIt has been several years since I last posted a story. Here is the first chapter of a narrative of a portion of my life. The events and persons are very real; usually I modified or changed the names and I might be ambiguous as to the locations where the events occurred for obvious reasons. This chapter begins years ago when my family moved from the rural south to a nice village in northern NJ.I had just started 9th grade and shared the third floor of an old Victorian home with my brother. We shared a full bathroom with a claw-foot tub, toilet, and sink. His bedroom faced the street on the north side of the house. Mine faced the east with my parents bedroom beneath mine. Massive maple trees filled the yard to which I had strung wire in several directions for the old radios I had in my room. One was a short wave that I found on the curb. It needed two vacuum tubes to make it operational, a good antenna, and a good electrical ground. A steam radiator with its thick metal pipe provided the ground. I had two other radios I was tinkering with. Both were retired military radios that operated on 24 volts.My window, the only one in my room, looked across our side yard to the house of our eastern neighbor. Our friends had moved out to go to India where they were to live for the next 3 years. The house was sold and a new neighbor moved in several weeks later.There were two elementary-age boys and their mother, Mrs. G. She was a tall woman, rather thin, attractive, and worked as a nurse at the local hospital. There was no Mr. G.- she was divorced. The two boys seemed hyperactive and ill-mannered. They would get home from school which was on the same block as our home. My sisters went to the same school. There were no intersections to cross and a wide sidewalk for safety. School was dismissed at 3:00 P.M.- the same time as Mrs. G’s shift ended at the hospital. They were all home by the time I got home an hour later from the junior high school I attended.On the day they were moving in, my mother baked two batches of cookies placing a number of each in an old pie tin and asked that I take them over as a welcoming gift. That was how I first came face to face with her.I entered puberty when I was in 5th grade. As with most boys, I started growing genital hair followed by facial hair. I started a growth period causing me to be the tallest student in my school by the time I was in 6th grade. If you ever raised males, you will recall they have small cocks until they enter puberty. The cock does a growth process too as male hormones flood the body bringing about the other notable changes. One change was not publicly observable- but I sure was aware of it.I found females fascinating! Their faces, budding breasts, every thing!I was hyper aware of Mrs. G when I first met her. She was in a dress that seemed tailored to her figure. It buttoned down the entire front and was cotton plaid- a creamy white and pale blue smallish plaid with a matching cloth belt and pockets on the front. The fuller skirt portion was cut to mid calf. The top portion of her dress had darts that worked well with the wide belt and showed her slim tummy but provided room in the top for her breasts that pointed out straight in front of her. At the time, my knowledge of female anatomy came from photos in National Geographic and my knowledge of woman’s apparel came from Sears, Penny’s, and Montgomery Wards catalogs which I studied religiously. Mrs. G obviously wore those pointed-tip cone bras that were in fashion at the time. She was wearing loafers on her feet with white ankle socks.Her boys seemed useless in unloading the truck. She had one fellow helping her and herself. I put the plate of cookies down and started carrying things in the house as the sky was darkening to the north. I helped the man unload the furniture and beds. There were two bedrooms on the second floor with a bathroom and a large bedroom on the floor which was hers. The guy and I managed to get all the furniture into the house, including the beds, before the sky let loose. She paid him for his time and truck and he departed. I stayed to pitch in by carrying things up the stairs following her from behind.I had never paid attention to a woman as much as I did her. First, it was her face. Soft in features, gray-blue eyes, short brown hair and perfect teeth. She smiled easily. The perfume she wore was like the scent of a flower garden. She kept thanking me for what I was doing. And, part of my reward was watching her walk up those stairs with her butt moving subtly under her dress, and those muscular calves rippling as she climbed in front of me.Her beds required a wrench and screw driver to put back together. She did not have any tools that she could find. I asked her boys to carry the boxes of their clothes and things to their rooms and I ran across the yard to get my small tool box. On my return, she and I assembled the boys’ beds and set their box spring bases and mattresses onto the frames. The humidity had increased due to the rain and, without central air-conditioning, we began to perspire. We walked yp the stairs to her bedroom to get her bed put together. Her dress was beginning to cling to the skin of her legs showing them to be long and muscular. She unbuttoned the top and bottom of her dress slightly for freedom of movement and seemed to show no embarrassment knowing I could see her white bra with its circular stitching. It completely encased her breast. It was exciting to say the least. Her perspiration mixed well with the scent of her perfume adding to the effects she was having on me. Like all young boys, the effect on me was becoming obvious. She kept glancing at the ever-growing bulge in my Wranglers and a bit of a smile formed on her face each time.We carried all her things up to her room. Her starched white uniforms were on hangers and in a box. She got in the closet and I would remove them from the box and hand them to her a few at a time. Her regular clothes were similarly packed and I handed them to her in the same manner. They were not laundered and starched as were her uniforms and the hint of her perfume was on them. I can vividly remember the image of her taking hangers from me and pivoting in the closet to hang them and how her full breasts pressed against the fabric of her dress. My cock ached in the confines of my jeans.The phone company did not have her line active so she was çorum escort without a phone until Monday. The refrigerator was cold but empty. The pots and pans were still packed as were some food items she brought with her. It was late afternoon and we were hungry. Mrs. G asked if she could take me to get something to eat. I ran over to the house to check with my mom who said it would be okay. Mrs. G was just starting her job on Monday and did not know the area well. She asked me for advice as to were we could get a fast meal. I gave her several options and we went to The Fireplace, a great place for hamburgers, ate, and returned to her home. I stayed another couple of hours to help carry things setting them in the rooms in which they belonged. She was looking tired and her boys had long since petered out. I really wanted to stay and see more of this woman but knew the day was coming to an end. As she walked me to her back door, she asked me about our house. I told her my folks had bought it 3 years earlier and we had been remodeling its interior. She asked what we had done and I told her about removing 3 of the four chimneys, my changing out the old fuse box, installing a circuit panel box, and running new circuits to the kitchen. I told her how our house was laid out and pointed out my bedroom that faced her window. Saying good night, I started to turn away. She gently took my arm, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek saying she would be sleeping on the floor tonight had I not assisted her. She was perhaps 3 inches shorter than me and our eyes met for a moment. I was hard. She knew it. I turned and walked back to the house and ran to my room on the third floor so my family would not see bulge of my erection.I left the hall light on and walked into my darkened room. I say at the desk in front of my window and turned on my short wave to listen to the BBC for a bit before going to the marine band area to listen to ship communications which was mostly in Morse code.. I returned to the BBC and was tuning the dial when I saw the light in her room go on.I could see clearly into her room and saw her look at my window. I know I could be seen because I was in front of the window with light coming from behind me. Mrs. G was pulling things from boxes and placing them in drawers for a few minutes. I really wanted to help her with that task, to hold her panties, bras, slips, items that I knew had covered and caressed her body. A woman’s body. A body that had turned me on.It was not long before she turned off the bedroom light leaving her hall light on to illuminate her room as I had done. She stood back from her window and began to unbutton her dress, looking at my window the entire time. I stood up at my desk and took my shirt off. With her dress unbuttoned, she slipped it off her body. She was amazing, better than I imagined. She reached up and cupped her breasts which were encased in her bra. With the bra on, she looked like those young African girls I saw in the magazine. The breasts were full, sat high on her chest and pointed straight out. I could not take it. I undid my belt, undid the button at the waist, ahd pulled my jeans and underwear down freeing myself. If the light were strong enough, I knew she’d see my cock. But I did not want to move away.She reached up behind her and unsnapped her bra and pulled it from her breasts.They did not appear top droop a bit. She put her hands back on them and caressed them tugging on her nipples. The light was too dim to see any details but my imagination saw it all. My right hand went to my cock and stroked it. Her left hand went to her crotch and she rubbed herself. In moments, as a result of all the stimulation, I climaxed. It made a mess on my desk top with the first of it hitting the glass. It had to look obvious as to what had happened. After a bit, she seemed to shudder and fell back onto her bed.She stood up after a while, walked to the window, pulled the blind, and our evening ended.The next day, I placed a small intensity reading light on my desk that sat to the side of the window. It was called a Tenser light. I noticed the blind was back up.Later in the day, I went over and helped her with some other things. She acted like nothing had happened but I also noticed she was wearing jeans and a blouse without a bra. There were cartons stacked in the living room she wanted moved to the kitchen and asked me to help. We would bend down to lift them, a task either of us could do alone, and carry them together. I could see both of her breasts each time she bent over. And, she knew it. Her nipples were full and like the tips of my little fingers. The effect on me was obvious and she delighted in teasing me. Occasionally, she would brush against me so her nipples contacted my body. Her nipples stayed hard. So did I.We rearranged the furniture in the living room, spread out a carpet over the wood floor (that was erotic), and put things away in the kitchen. I had things to do and said good bye promising to come Monday afternoon to hang pictures on her walls. We both said we’d see each other later- with its double meaning intended by both of us.It was right after nine when she walked into her room for the night. This time, a bedside lamp illuminated her room rather then the hall light. My desk light was on providing the only light in my room. My door to the hall was closed. Like the previous night, she stood in front of her bed with the window before her and looked at me. I could see her more easily and knew she could see me too. She reached up and played with her breasts which were still covered with her blouse. I was fascinated as I had seen them through the top of her blouse and had seen the budding breasts of girls over the years. I wanted my hands on them but this would have to do.After a while, she slowly un buttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Although she was 100 feet away, I swore her nipples looked even larger than they did earlier in the day. She rubbed and tugged on them. I pulled off my shirt and pinched my nipples. I was hard. I unzipped my jeans and undid the button and took them off freeing my cock in the process. It was at about the level of my desk light and it had to be obvious to her. I turned slightly to the light so she could see more of its length.Her jeans came off exposing her white panties. She put one hand on her mons and one on her breast and started to rub. I stroked slowly but knew I was escort çorum not going to last. We looked at each other and played with our own bodies to relieve the pent-up needs within. After a bit, she reached through the top of her panties which then covered her hand and the area she was caressing. I felt the build up inside my loin and knew I would soon cum. I wanted my release. She moved faster and, as I shot my first ribbon of cum, she shuddered and sat back on her bed. I cleaned up and she pulled her blind down.On Monday, as promised, I walked over to help her hang some pictures and decorations. I had my tool box and some fine brads that, when driven into a wall at a downward angle, worked well for picture hanging. Mrs. G was still in her white nurse uniform. Her RN pin said she had gone to the Patterson School of Nursing and we talked as we did the few tasks I promised her I do. Neither of us flirted nor acted like anything had happened out of the ordinary the previous nights. I had a ton of homework to do and went home afterward, ate with the family, and went to my room to study. I took a bath and went to bed, tired. I do not know what she did. I had a meeting the next night and when I got home, bathed and went to bed, again without seeing her.It was probably Thursday before I saw her again. I went over when I saw her getting out of her car. She had stopped at the grocery store and I carried the bags in for her while her boys ran like wild Indians through the house and yard. I carried the empty boxes to the curb as garbage pickup was the next day. She smiled telling me she missed having a man in the house…it was around nine when the light in her room went on. My desk light was on and I was sitting at my desk. She stood in her prior place and began unbuttoning her uniform dress taking it off to reveal a white slip beneath. She carried it toward the closet disappearing for a moment as she presumably hung it up. She returned and slowly pulled her slip up and over her her head revealing her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. Holy Saints Sears Roebuck, J. C. Penny, and Montgomery Ward, this was so much better that any of their messages I had studied within their covers.Mrs. G stood to the side and bent over unfastening the garter clips holding her stockings and removed them one at a time, slowly rolling them down her legs before pulling them off her feet. She turned to face the window and me and reached behind her and unfastened the clips on the back of the belt and removed it. She briefly stroked her breasts and mons before removing her bra tossing it on her bed with the stockings and garter belt. She tugged both nipples. I stood and removed my jeans and took my cock in hand.She responded by taking the sides of her panties in both hands and pulling them down revealing a brown patch of hair. Her hand went immediately to her crotch as she moved her legs apart to accommodate her fingers. We looked at each other as we got ourselves off. When she had cum, she pulled the blind down and our day ended.This pattern continued for nearly a year. I would find things do do for her or she would invite me over for some reason. When I was at her house, she was either still in her nurse attire or in regular clothes when she was usually without a bra revealing her breasts to me through her tops. We would brush against each others’ bodies making gentle contact with each other. It was like unspoken foreplay that ended that night in the disconnected mutual masturbation that night.I got a job for the summer at a camp out of town and would be going away to school shortly after camp ended. I causally told her that a week or so before the school year ended. She said she had to work her monthly weekend Friday-Saturday rotation and that her boys would be with their grandmother so they could be supervised. She said she wondered if I could come over to lend her a hand that Saturday when she got home from work.I wanted to lend her more than a hand…That afternoon came and I walked over when I saw her car in the drive in front of her detached garage. I knocked on her back door and got no response. I opened the door and called her name hearing her reply she was upstairs and to come up.I realized she was on the third floor and walked up the two flights and called her again when I got to the top of the stairs. She replied from her bedroom telling me to come in.She was still in her uniform and looked like she had been putting laundry away. She told me to sit on the bed which I did. Walking to the window, she pulled the blind down and turned to face me.She slowly unbuttoned her uniform dress and let it slip off her shoulders and onto the floor. She took a small step toward me and pulled her slip up and over her head dropping it to the floor. She took another step toward me and bent over to unfasten the clips to her stockings before bending further to roll them down her legs before removing them. Our heads nearly touched as she bent over. I could smell the perfume and a different, more musky smell.She stood after dropping her stockings onto the slip and took a step closer to me before she turned around. Mrs. G looked over her shoulder to me and asked me to unfasten her garter belt. It was a wide thing with 6 or 8 hooks in the back covering the upper part of her butt and the front of her tummy. It had some boning to stiffen the sides and prevent it from rolling.I was excited and nervous as I unhooked it. I enjoyed the touch of my hands on her back as I undid things. She held it by the sides so it did not fall when I finally unhooked the last one. She turned to face me still holding it in place. She asked me to take hold of it and put it on the floor. I did and she asked me to stand.As I stood facing her, she reached up and undid my shirt buttons. Removing my shirt exposed my chest which was covered with black hair. Her fingers roamed over my chest and through the hair that grew there. Looking me in the eyes, she asked if I was a virgin.My affirmative response brought a sad smile to her face. Here she was, a beautiful woman just short of 40, standing in front of a 16 year old virgin who stood 6 inches taller than her and I could see the doubts starting. Without an invitation, I reached up and held both of her breasts in my hands and squeezed them slightly rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I felt them grow thicker as I gently kneaded them and heard her groan. I had çorum escort bayan large hands and wore a size 11 ring on my left ring finger but her breasts were larger than my hands could hold. Full. Heavy.I reached behind her and fumbled with her hooks. She laughed and reached behind her to assist me in the removal of her bra and the freeing of its contents. The bra fell to the floor and there they were, for me, for the moment.Mrs. G pulled me to the bed which we had put together over a year earlier and we lay down with her pulling my face to her nipple. I will forgo the usual literary metaphors and similes many writers utilize while describing what supposedly occurred. I simply licked her nipples and sucked them while holding them as precious objects.At some point, my jeans came off along with our underwear and we explored each others’ bodies. She asked me to lick her pussy and clit using clinical terms and played with my balls and cosk at the same time. I wanted to have sex with her, or make love, or both. I told her so.The sad smile came back.She said that her first sex was in the back of a car with a guy she liked but did not love and that her oldest son was conceived there and then. She continued that my first lovemaking experience should be with a girl I loved and who loved me. It should be special.With that, she changed positions on the bed so my cock was next to her face and her pussy next to mine. We slowly changed positions until I was on my back and she was sort of sitting on my mouth. I remember my first taste of a woman and her tangy-sweet fluid. I got her to climax by sucking her clit as I fingered her pussy.She took me in her mouth and in no time, I exploded in her. She swallowed it.It got a bit awkward after that. There was a generation gap and the fact that I needed to go back to my home and leave her there alone for the night. As I dressed, I said I would like to see her the next day before I left for my summer job. She said she had to go get her boys at 4, could I come around noon.I walked in shortly after 12 and she was in the kitchen. I walked over to give her a hug noticing an open bottle of wine on the counter and an empty glass. I smelled the wine on her breath as I hugged her and went to kiss her neck as we had always done in the past. She turned and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue seeking entry into my mouth, her hands on my ass pulling me into her. She was wearing a dress similar to the one she wore when she moved in and, as my hands roamed her body, it was obvious she was naked under it. Her kiss became intense, erotic, needful. She stopped and moved back telling me to follow her. We went to her bedroom where she told me to undress as she undressed herself.I a moment, she was on her knees taking my cock in her mouth, I was instantly hard. In a short time, my cock was wet from her mouth. She had a condom on the bed that she tore open and started to put on my cock. Once on, she said forget about yesterday, she needed to feel a man inside her. So at 6 feet tall and 189 pounds, five months short of my 17th birthday, she lay on her back and guided my cock into her needy body.I had no experience, I did not know what to do but let instincts take over and rule our bodies. She was wet with desire but tight. My God, was she tight.We would re-position our bodies, realign my cock to her pussy, spit on her pussy, go slow and gentle. I would pull out and go down on her, her fluids ran onto the sheet under her. The condom broke but she was so horny, she threw the remains on the floor and asked me to make love to her without it. At some point, I managed to get all of me into her but immediately shot my load. She laughed and said now that we got that out of the way, it would be better. I had opened her up and she was lubricated to the bottom. I was hard in minutes. We fucked like a****ls with her wrapping her legs around my ass and legs, her nails biting into my back and her words begging me to make her feel like a woman again. No timer was set but I am certain I did not last 10 minutes the second time. But, it was the first time I would feel a woman climax and seem to milk my cock with her contractions. We lay there and I sucked her nipples and played with her clit as she stroked me back to hardness. It took less than 30 minutes. She turned over and put her back to me and guided me into her while spooning. I played with her breasts from behind and took turns with her playing with her clit as I fucked her. I told her I was getting close and she said, “Good, give me a baby”.As I climaxed, she pushed way down on my cock forcing it deep inside her. It felt like I hit bottom. As my contractions subsided, hers began. Not a drop of my cum seeped from my cock when I pulled out. However, it was coated with a combination of my cum and her fluids. I rolled to my back. I guess it is a male thing. She rolled over and took me in her mouth sucking and licking me clean. She said we had another hour or so before she had to dress to go to her parents’ to fetch the boys.I asked her what she was going to wear to get them, she said the dress, and some underwear. I asked her if she had a black bra, panties and garter belt with an affirmative reply. My next request was for her to dress with the black bra, garter belt, hose, and dress and let he enjoy her that way but not put on the panties until we were done. By the time she was dressed, I was hard. She handed me the panties and we walked down stairs where we had sex with her completely dressed and leaning over a side chair. She played with her breasts and clit the entire time and climaxed several times as we did it. Each climax caused her to seem to get weak at the knees but the back of the chair seemed to support her. My final load for the afternoon was pushed as deep into her as I could manage. Her labia were puffy as if to form dams to contain a lake of semen gathered behind them.As she did upstairs in her bedroom, she took me in her mouth to lick me as clean as possible before I pulled my jeans up. Her pussy was wet, swollen, frothy and well-fucked as she pulled her panties up. I slipped out the door to cross my yard to go home after a passionate kiss. She got in her car to get the boys.I went to my job and saw her only once before I left for school in early September. I doubt we were avoiding each other. It was just timing and lack thereof.My next time home was for Thanksgiving. My mom said family next door had moved after the woman resigned her job at the hospital. Her friend at the hospital said Mrs. G was a great nurse in every manner but mentioned she seemed to get sick in the early fall and had seemed to put on tummy weight.
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