I was nineteen, home from my first semester of college, when Mrs. Ellison asked me to help her move some boxes in her garage. She was forty-two, divorced, and lived three houses down. Her voice on the phone had that low, unhurried quality that always made my stomach tighten. I told myself it was just a favor for a neighbor.
She answered the door in a thin white tank top and cutoff shorts that hugged her hips. Her breasts moved freely beneath the cotton, nipples pressing against the fabric. Come on in, Ethan. Its hotter than hell out there. She led me through the kitchen, the smell of her perfumesomething warm and citrusytrailing behind her. My cock was already half-hard from the way her ass shifted with each step.
The garage was dim, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of motor oil. She pointed to a stack of boxes on a high shelf. Those need to come down. I cant reach them anymore. When she stretched to show me, the tank top rode up, exposing the soft curve of her lower back and the waistband of black lace panties. I froze for a second too long.
She caught me looking and smiled, slow and knowing. Youre not a kid anymore, are you? Her hand brushed my arm as she stepped closer. Ive seen the way you watch me when you think no ones looking.
My face burned. I sorry.
Dont be. She placed her palm flat against my chest, feeling my heartbeat. Have you ever been with a woman, Ethan?
I shook my head. My throat was dry.
She took my hand and guided it under her tank top, pressing it to the warm weight of her breast. The nipple hardened against my fingers. Then let me show you.
We didnt make it to the bedroom right away. She kissed me first, slow and deep, her tongue sliding against mine while her hand cupped the front of my jeans. I groaned into her mouth as she rubbed the hard length of my cock through the denim. Already so thick, she whispered. I want to feel you inside me.
She dropped to her knees on the concrete floor and unzipped me. My cock sprang free, flushed and leaking at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around the base, gave one slow stroke, then took the head into her mouth. The wet heat was overwhelming. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside while she sucked gently, taking more of me each time until I felt the back of her throat. I gripped the edge of the workbench, hips jerking forward on instinct.
She pulled off with a soft pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Not yet, she said. I want you to come inside me.
We moved to the living room couch. She stripped off her tank top and shorts, revealing full breasts with dark areolas and a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair between her thighs. She lay back, knees parted, and reached for me. Touch me first. Learn what I like.
I slid two fingers between her folds. She was slick and hot, her clit swollen. I circled it the way she showed me, watching her stomach flutter and her thighs tense. When I pushed two fingers inside her, she clenched around them, a low moan escaping her. Thats it. Curl them yes, right there.
After a few minutes she pulled me on top of her. My cock nudged her entrance, and she reached down to guide me. The first inch was tight, almost too much. She held my hips still, letting me adjust to the squeeze of her pussy around me. Breathe, she murmured. Youre doing so well.
I sank deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her. The sensation was electrichot, wet, pulsing. She wrapped her legs around my waist and rocked her hips, teaching me the rhythm. Each thrust made her breasts sway beneath me. I buried my face in her neck, breathing in her scent while I moved faster, chasing the building pressure at the base of my spine.
She came first, inner walls fluttering and gripping me in rhythmic pulses. The sound of her crying out my name pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep and stayed there, pulsing inside her as I emptied myself in long, helpless spurts.
Afterward we lay tangled on the couch, sweat cooling on our skin. She stroked my hair and kissed my temple. Youre a quick learner, she said softly. We can practice again before you go back to school.
I nodded, already half-hard again at the thought. My first time hadnt been clumsy or rushed. It had been deliberate, generous, and exactly what I needed.
