I stepped outside the guest room and surveyed the results of my six hours cleaning. Yes, it was spotless. Fresh linens, fresh everything. The room was ready for its visitor, a visitor I had never met.
The car accident that claimed my husband of almost 40 years devastated me a year earlier but I eventually summoned the strength to rejoin the living and became quite active managing his string of fitness centers. I was so thankful he had forced me into those daily trips to what I considered hell at first. Now, at 62, I was as firm as I had ever been. Years of working the pec deck and all those bench presses kept my breasts youthful, and millions of situps and crunches not only made my tummy flat but gave me a six-pack any 20-year old would die for. The other good thing was that my husband had brains in addition to his chiseled features. I received over a million dollars in life insurance and $2 million more in accident settlements and because of the success of the fitness centers, I really didn’t need the insurance money.
My name is Rebecca but I sometimes forget that because I’ve been called Becky all my life. I’m 5’10”, 120, and have deep blue eyes. My stylist makes certain my hair has remained the shoulder-length blonde my husband had fallen in love with decades ago. Stats are 34C-23-35.
I didn’t have a lot of details about my young visitor. My husband’s sister called and asked it I could help her grandson who was coming here to attend the university. Perhaps I could help him find a job. And, would it be possible for me to put him up until he could find a place of his own. The dorms were full; his scholarship covered his out-of-state tuition but since he was traveling half way across the country, he didn’t know a soul in the city. It might take him a little while to find someone with whom he could share an apartment. No problem I had answered.
At 4:00 that afternoon I answered the doorbell. The first thing that struck me was that Bobby was a beautiful boy. He was fit, trim and handsome with shoulder-length black hair that added mystery to azure eyes.
“Aunt Becky?” he quizzed. “I’m Bobby.”
I welcomed him inside and hugged his hard body. “Welcome,” I said. “But that’s the only hug you’ll ever get if you call me Aunt Becky. It’s Becky from now on. Okay?” I smiled.
He laughed. “Yes, I certainly understand, uh, Becky.” Brilliant white teeth flashed when he smiled. For a moment his eyes drank in my body as mine did his. “I’m sure I may need some more hugs before this is all over.” We laughed together.
“Let me show you your new home and we’ll get your things put away,” I said as I grabbed one of his suitcases.
“I can do that,” he protested.
“Not on your life,” I retorted. “All those workouts for the past, uh, bunch of years…let me make some good out of it.”
His eyes caressed my breasts, down my body and back up to my eyes. “You’ve already made good of it. But, okay, I’ll let you carry my bags, Aun…and whatever else,” he said with a laugh. “Almost messed up, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “I was about to punch you out.”
An hour later, Bobby was settled into his room and we had put his suitcases in a spare room closet. I drove him around ankara escort bayan
the city for a couple of hours, pointing out the good, the bad and the ugly. We passed a titty bar.
“Is this good, bad or ugly?” he asked with a smile that flashed those white teeth.
“I guess that depends,” I answered.
“Then we’ll call it good for now,” he smiled.
“They serve burgers in there if you’d like to go back and check it out,” I said. The look of surprise on his face was priceless.
“Well, we need to eat. They serve burgers. So, if you’re in the mood for burgers and a beer, I guess that’s as good a place as any,” I answered.
“Burgers and beer in a titty bar. Damn,” he muttered. “Becky, you’re okay.”
We ate. We drank, and Bobby was amazed that most of the girls came by the table and greeted me. “They come to the fitness center,” I explained.
For the next couple of hours we talked about family and his decision to travel so far away from home. And, of course, we watched the dancers and waitresses. Bobby became very comfortable with me, and I with him. The titty bar had been a good decision. It seemed to bridge the generation gap and show him that I was not an old, stuck up conservative woman.
“This is sort of a thong heaven, isn’t it?” he smiled.
I laughed. “Yea. Well, the law says they can’t be totally nude.”
“So they get away with see-thru thongs?”
“We sell those at the fitness center,” I said. That drew another look of amazement from the boy.
“Damn,” he breathed. “Becky, you’re pretty cool.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I smiled. “I…uh,” I thought better of what I was about to say and took a swig from my glass.
“You, what?” Bobby asked.
“Oh, nothing,” I answered. “Too much to drink, maybe.”
He leaned toward me and whispered. “If you were going to tell me that’s what you’re wearing tonight, I’ll probably just pass out.”
“Well, I don’t want you to pass out,” I replied with a wink.
“Oh, my god,” he said. “You’re too cool!” He paused. “And you think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight.” We both let out a nervous laugh. The sexual undertone of his statement was unmistakable and it pointed us toward an arena I had not considered.
“Speaking of sleep, we probably need to head home, don’t you think?” I asked. “You’ve been traveling all day, and I’m a drink…or two…over my normal limit. I’ll be dead to the world about fifteen seconds after hitting the mattress.”
We didn’t say much on the drive home. More than once, however, he said he just couldn’t believe how cool I was. And I answered each of his comments with a smile.
“I have a bunch of nightlights that should help you find your way around, and we’ll leave the light on in the bathroom. It will take you awhile to get the lay of the land,” I said.
I knew I was wrong about going to sleep quickly. The sexual tension that had developed during the night had me wired. The headboard on my bed had a 30-watt red light bulb on each side that provides a very soft illumination to which I have become accustomed. There was no need to turn them off just because Bobby was down the hall.
After brushing my teeth escort bayan and hair, I paused for a moment. Hell, I’ve slept nude for over thirty years; no sense changing tonight. I turned off the bathroom light and stepped toward the bed.
I sensed movement out of the corner of my eye and turned my head toward the bedroom door but saw nothing. Still, I felt I was being watched as I walked to the bed. I pulled the sheet to my waist, then pushed it back down to my thighs and snuggled into the pillow. If the teenage boy wanted to spy on me, I’d let him. Just the thought of it made me feel a few decades younger, especially after all the young chicks he’d been staring at all night.
Several minutes passed and I found myself having to control my breathing. My nipples had hardened as I lay there thinking…no…hoping I was being watched. As best as I could manage, I tried to make my body limp. I rolled my head to the side and drew my left knee outward. After a few more minutes I began to relax. A slight, yet unmistakable, sound caused me to open my eyes partially.
My chest heaved and my nipples renewed their erection when I focused on Bobby standing just outside the door, naked, and stroking an 8-inch cock that was as thick as my wrist. A big, round head crowned his magnificent shaft. Though I had renewed sexual activity since Bill’s death, I had not run across anything like the teenage cock just ten feet away.
I watched as he wrapped a towel around his waist and covered his monstrous rod as best he could. Bobby stepped into my bedroom. He came closer and I closed my eyes; anticipation caused an involuntary exhale, and I felt the sheet being pulled upward to cover me.
Bobby’s hand touched my shoulder. “Becky, you awake?” he asked with a gentle nudge of my shoulder.
I slowly opened my eyes. “Bobby, is that you?” I asked.
“Yeah. I just wondered if you were having as hard a time getting to sleep as I am,” he said. “You’ve been so great to me today, I thought a back rub might make you sleep better.”
“That’s sweet,” I replied. “But you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” he said quickly, betraying his motive and letting me know he wasn’t satisfied jacking off. He wanted more. “You can turn across the bed and let your head hang over the side. I could get to your neck and back easily that way.”
I twisted my body as he suggested and allowed the sheet to pull away and uncover all but my right leg and half my right ass cheek. Bobby was on his knees as I pushed my head over the edge of the bed and the big bulge under the towel bounced upward, almost hitting me.
His hands moved over my neck and smoothed and kneaded out to my shoulders and back. “Relax,” he whispered as he sat back on his heels. I watched the towel spread across his lap and his cock point upward at me.
“Ummmmm, good,” I cooed.
“I’m majoring in physical therapy,” he said. “But enough about that. Just relax.”
His hands were good, very good. Over my shoulders, down my arms, up my back. Slow, gentle strokes heightened my sexual tension. As he moved, his lower body rose and fell, rose and fell, bringing his cock so close to my face and pulling it away. I could smell his maleness. And escort ankara I shuddered.
“Cold?” he asked in a low whisper.
“No,” I whispered in reply.
His fingers fanned out in circles on my back, circling, circling, down over my ribs, curling under to lightly draw across the outside of my breasts. Again and again he stroked the edges of my breasts. Then he extended his arms below my ribs and pressed his hands, palm up, under my body. Slowly, very, very slowly, his hands moved upward until there was no more room between my body and the bed. His little fingers edged up the slope of my breasts.
“Like this,” he whispered in my ear.
“Umm, yes,” I whispered.
His hands were gone; he grabbed a pillow and rolled it. “Let’s put this under you.”
I raised upward and he slid the pillow under my collar bone and neck. He then pulled my arms over the pillow and pushed my hands back under it. “Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, fine,” I whispered.
His hands massaged my back for a few seconds and began rotating outward, down over my ribs. They were palm up under me again. Moving higher…and slowly higher. I could see his cock throbbing up and down as his hands moved higher. They reached the slope of my breasts.
“You okay?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Fingers gently slid higher and grazed my nipples. “Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I exhaled.
“How about this?” he whispered as his hands fully caressed my breasts.
“Ummmmmmm, oh…yes,” I breathed.
He kissed my neck and I shuddered again. Bobby brought his mouth to my ear and his hot breath made me shiver again. “Something more? Something different?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I panted.
One of his hands pulled from under me and I watched him grasp his thick cock. He rose and positioned it directly in front of my mouth. “Wanna try this?” he whispered.
I pushed forward and covered the bulbous head with my mouth as I whimpered out loud. “Yes,” I managed to muffle around the thick rod in my face. “Yes.”
Oh, god. I was out of control. I licked and mouthed that marvelous cock, making oral love to it, paying homage to it. Panting. Moaning. Groaning my passionate desire for him.
Oh, god. I was on my hands and knees. Bobby stood in front of me, and I attacked his cock wildly. I stuffed as much into my mouth as I could and used my tongue on the thick, throbbing veins on the underside as I pulled back. I clasped his hips for leverage and bobbed my head up and down his magnificent cock. His breathing became as labored as my own. His pantings and moanings grew even louder.
“Oh, god, Becky. Oh, god. Do you swallow?” he panted.
My answer was to continue sucking that marvelous teenage cock for all it was worth. “Oh, oh, oh, do you swallow?” he shouted.
I grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled my head back for a brief moment to say, “Shoot in my mouth.”
His cock lifted me upward it throbbed so hard. Then a heavy blast of cum richocheted in my mouth, then another, and another. I began swallowing as fast as I could. I’d forgotten about youthful loads. Spurt followed spurt. One tablespoon. Two tablespoons. God, he was full. He shouted as he emptied his balls down my throat.
His hands clutched my head and he kissed the top of my blonde hair. “God, you are fabulous,” he breathed.
Continued in Part II Copyright 2002