Message-ID: <5654eli$9711161341@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Grimace Subject: Mrs Michaels. Part 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <346E8360.5DF44E81@erols.com> This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I hope you lie it. Any comments to Grimace1@erols.com. Please continue reading ONLY IF YOU'RE OVER 18 YEARS OLD and reading this story does not break any kind of law in your community/city/state. Thanks. I was unemployed, back at home and staying in my old room. I hadn’t been in the old neighborhood in about six years. It is funny how the old memories and habits come back. I remember staying up late messing around on the 8088 computer that I had and then sleeping in to noon the next day. The computer has changed but the times are about the same. I rolled out of bed and was heading down the hall towards the bathroom when I happened to glance out the window that overlooked our backyard and the neighboring yard. I stopped suddenly and stared out at my teenage fantasy. I started to get an uncomfortable feeling in my groin; a mixture between the need to piss and the stiffness of a hard-on. I moved quickly down to the bathroom so as not to leave a puddle on the floor. When I had finishing answering natures call I went back to staring out the window. Out on the back deck of the neighbors yard was Mrs. Stephanie Michaels wearing a one-piece bathing suit that showed all the right curves in all the right places. Scott Michaels had been my best friend when I was in high school. He and I had hung out at the mall together, gone to the football games together and compared notes when each of us had lost our virginity. I really liked Scott but I have to admit one of the extra perks of our friendship had been Scott’s Mom. Mr. and Mrs. Michaels had split up when Scott was a junior in high school. It was a hard time for both Scott and his mother. I remember the night it happened. Scott had run out of the house yelling at his mother for ruining his life. I was out working in the backyard when I heard the commotion. I edged toward the fence between the two yards and looked through the French doors that lead off their deck. I could see Mrs. Michaels sitting at the dining room table crying and drinking what looked like a coke. Even in this state she looked gorgeous. She had long strawberry blond hair that came down just below her shoulders. She was wearing short white shorts that showed all of her perfectly tanned legs (she sunbathed back then too) and a tan muscle shirt that did little to hide her ample breasts. I watched her for about ten minutes and I saw her get up and refill the drink two more times. Part of me was beginning to get worried about her and part was felling guilty for thinking such thoughts when she was so obviously upset. I decided to go over and check on her. I rang the bell when I began to have second thoughts. What was I going to say to her? “Sorry your whole life is falling down around you. Can I help?” Just as I was about to turn around and leave the door slowly opened and there stood an unsteady and red-eyed Stephanie Michaels. “Hello Dennis. Scott is not home. In fact I don’t know when he will be home.” With that she started to tear up and went to get a tissue on the side table. As she bent over to get the tissue her shirt fell forward and I could see right down the front of her skimpy top. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits were the best looking pair I had ever seen. I immediately started to get a tightening of my groin. “Actually, Mrs. Michaels. I came over to check on you “ I said as I stared unabashedly at her chest. She lifted her head unsteadily and must have caught me staring at her because I saw her eyes widen for a brief instant and then followed her eyes as they dropped to my stiffening cock. Did I see a look of amusement or lust in her eyes? “That is very nice of you Dennis. I have not had a very good day. Matter of fact it was really shitty. I seem to have fucked up my life and that of my son all in one day.” She paused for a moment and said “I was just going to get myself a drink. Would you care to join me? “ “Sure” I replied as casually as I could “ I’ll have a beer.” With that she stated to stumble towards the kitchen. She got as far as the couch and tripped barely falling back onto the couch. “I seem to be a little inebriated. Would you mind getting our drinks for us. I am having a rum and coke. The beer is in the refrigerator.” I went in to get the drinks. When I came back she was sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide. I could see the outline of her cunt as the seam of the shorts parted her labia. She was staring up at the ceiling oblivious to my lustful stares. “What is wrong with me Dennis?” she asked. “Am I ugly? Do I smell? Do I have a shitty personality?” “No, no and no” I replied as I sat down next to her on the couch and passed her the rum and coke. “You are a very pretty lady” I said politely. “You mean for my age ” she said. “For any age” I replied. “Even yours?” she mumbled as she slid down the couch closer to me. She began to trace the outline of my leg as she sipped her drink. The feel of her fingers running lightly up and down my leg made my dick grow harder. I had to get away before she noticed my erection. As I leaned forward to get up her hand fell into my lap right on top of my dick. For a second she hesitated and then she traced the length of my cock through my pants. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder but it seemed to grow another inch. She reached over and nibbled on my neck as she rubbed my cock. “Kiss me.” She hissed as her lips came up to meet mine. Our lips touched lightly at first and then the passion took over. She was the first to part her lips and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue in. Our tongues seemed to dance for hours as we kissed. I felt the hand on my groin leave and then she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt her tit through the thin fabric top. Her nipple stuck out straight at least a half an inch from her breast. It seemed to reach out for my finger tip as I tentatively brushed its outline. She broke the kiss and whispered “Maybe we should go up to the bedroom.” We had risen from the couch, hand in hand and started towards the stairs. Just then we both heard the sound of keys at the front door. Scott opened the door and stepped into the living room. I never got that chance again. Mrs. Michaels and I just pretended that nothing happened. Or maybe in her drunken state she didn’t remember it. I don’t like to think that. I know I remembered it many times over the next couple of years and fantasized about her; my dick in hand. My fantasies came rushing back as I watched Mrs. Michaels from the hall window. She was lying on her back and her tits fell back into two soft mounds beneath the swimsuit. She had gained a few pounds since I had last seen her but this made her sexier and more voluptuous in my eyes. I had to get in between those tan legs and have those tits surround my face. I stopped to think of a way to get into her house. Once I could do that nature might take its course. It had almost happened once before. It could happen again. How would I do this? Then it struck me. I was unemployed. I needed money. Maybe there were some odd jobs that I could do for a single woman. When I looked up from my thoughts she was no longer in the backyard. I ran down the hall and quickly got dressed in a pair of cutoffs and a T-shirt. I had to do something about this now. I went over to her front door and rang the bell just like I had done years before. The door opened and Mrs. Michaels stood there wearing a terry cloth robe and a towel around her head. “Hello Dennis. How are you? I heard that you were back in town. Come in.” I walked into the living room and quickly noticed that the room had changed since I had last been there. The furniture was new and more modern. She had a large at least 50 gallon fish tank in one corner full of multicolored fish that had not been there before and an expensive large screen TV that took up another whole corner. A faint smile crossed her lips and she absent dried her hair with the towel as she watched me take in the room. “We’ve changed a little since you were last in here haven’t we?” “You haven’t changed a bit Mrs. Michaels” I quickly replied. “Thank you Dennis, and call me Stephanie you are making me feel older by the minute.” She bent over and began vigorously rubbing her damp hair with the towel that had been around her head. As she did the front of her robe parted and I could once again see the breasts of my dreams. “To what do I owe this pleasure Dennis?” She said as she straightened up and put down the towel. “ I was wondering if you had any work that you need done around the house. I am between jobs right now and I am trying to cover some old expenses.” Stephanie looked up and into my eyes. “ I think I might have some things that have been neglected since my husband left. Would you like a drink Dennis? Come into the kitchen and we can talk about what I would like you to do for me.” As I followed behind her I watched the robe glide back and forth across her ass. I really wanted to reach out and stroke it. It looked so round and soft. I imagined myself slowly running my cock up and down between her ass cheeks just before I penetrated her cunt. Once we got to the kitchen she went to the refrigerator opened the door and bent down to get two beers out. It was just the position I often imagined her in. In my dreams Stephanie would always shed her clothes and then bend over a chair. She would suggestively wiggle her ass at me and seductively spread her legs until I could she all of her pink cunt as well as her light brown asshole. “Dennis, do you want a beer or what? Are you OK honey?” she was saying as I snapped out of my daydream. I looked at her and saw the faintest smile cross her lips once again. She knew what I was thinking. “Well Dennis I think I have something I need you to do right now. Come on up to the bedroom. As I followed that perfect ass up the stairs my dick got hard with the prospects of what it was that Stephanie wanted from me. Was it finally going to happen? Were we going to finish what we started years ago? As we reached the top of the stairs she turned to me. “Dennis I need you to go up into the attic and get some boxes down for me. They are full of my Ex-husbands old clothes and I have been meaning to give them to goodwill for a long time but the boxes are too heavy for me to carry down the attic steps.” The disappointment must have shown on my face because she looked at me and said “I promise I will pay you well for all your help.” I started up the attic ladder carefully on the rickety steps. As I reached about half way up I felt a hand on my bare leg. Her fingers ran lightly up the outside of my leg and then drifted to the inside of my leg on their way up towards my crotch. She smiled up at me as her hand disappeared into my pants leg went under my underwear and came to rest at the base of my quickly hardening dick. I gasped and then let out a soft moan as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, When I looked down I saw lust in her eyes and the top of her tits as the front of her robe parted. “What’s stopping you. Aren’t you going to get to work? “ she said with a smile. The hand embedded in my shorts made my descent from the ladder difficult so I reached down and slid my hand into the warm space between her tits and enjoyed their vast firmness. I squeezed her right breast gently and moved my hand back around to the front to feel the incredible nipples that I remembered so well. Now it was her turn to moan and she let her hand drop from within my pants down to the belt on her robe. She loosened the belt and let the robe drop to the floor as I descended the ladder. I saw for the first time the body that I had dreamed about all those years. Her tits were gorgeous with very little sag despite her 40 years. The aureoles were large and dark and were tipped by those incredible nipples. Her stomach was plump but not unusually so. The tan lines around where the bathing suit had been drew my sight downward towards the small reddish tuft of hair between her hips. She had shaven the edges of the pubic hair for her bathing suit the sight of which I found incredibly sexy. Noticing my huge erection she asked "Is that for me? “ I responded by pulling off my shirt and undoing my button on my pants and allowing them both to drop to the floor. My cock was raging hard so it popped out as I slid my underwear down and off. I pulled her towards me and ran my hands down her back until they rested on her firm ass. I kneaded her ass slowly separated her cheeks. My mouth found hers allowing my tongue to again find the soft inside of her mouth. Our tongues darted back and forth as she started backwards toward the large waterbed against the far wall. She fell back onto the bed pulling me with her temporarily breaking our kiss. I took this opportunity to explore her tits with my tongue. She had the most incredible tasting breasts. They seemed to have the light taste of honey with the remaining tropical smell of her coconut suntan oil. I licked the nipples upward away from the breast until they stood at full attention. “Bite them” she whispered and I firmly took her left nipple between my front teeth. “Harder. I like it harder. You won’t hurt me. “ I bit down so hard I thought I would draw blood but all it did was make her squirm under me and thrust her hips forward. I lowered my hand to her soft wet cunt as her hips came forward. I found her clit almost as big as her nipples. I decided that if she liked her tits chewed on she probably would like to have her clit rubbed hard. As I stabbed my hand down over her cunt and bit on her nipples she started to moan loudly and buck her hips even more. Suddenly she let out a long low moan that sounded like a growl and ended in a high pitched scream. She lay with her head tilted back and was breathing heavy as I slid my mouth off her tits and began to tongue her pussy. Her pussy tasted fantastic and had the most magnificent aroma. I have never smelled anything like it before or since. I swallowed her pussy juices, fucking my tongue back and forth faster and faster. After flicking my tongue over her clit I proceeded to suck on it like I had her nipple. I sucked until it felt like a small dick inside of my front teeth. I could hardly keep my mouth attached to her sweet smelling pussy because she began to grind it into my face, holding onto the back of my head. “Oh Fuck! Fuck that feels great. Oh Yeah. I need you in me. Fuck meeeee!” Even though I was thoroughly enjoying her wonderful tastes and smells my dick needed attention too. I reluctantly let go of her clit and slid forward. I placed my dick so that it just danced off hair along the top of her pussy and then I traced the slit from the top downward until my dick was just on the outside of her vagina. “Fuck me now.” She almost screamed as she thrust her hips forward in an attempt to get the head of my cock into the hole that awaited it. “ I will but tell me one more time how much you want it Mrs. Michaels.” I said. “Please stick that huge cock into me. Ram it into to me over and over and over. Come inside of me. Fill me with YOUR CUM!!!” I rammed my cock home and felt her cunt grip me tightly as another orgasm washed over her. I started pounding my dick in and out of her. Each thrust was met by her hips as they came up to meet my dick. “Play with my tits. I love it when you play with my tits.” I roughly grabbed hold of her right tit and squeezed. “Is that what you wanted bitch?” “Oh yeah. YES, YES!” I felt the cum rising in my balls like a volcano ready to erupt. “I am cumming” I growled. “Give it to me. Fill me with your cum.” She replied. Stephanie cried out in ecstasy, feeling my hot cum squirting deep up inside her pussy. Afterwards we fell back onto the bed and into each others arms. She slipped into sleep holding me in her arms my face resting on her tits. END OF PART 1 write me if you want more. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /