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Piss Girl

admin — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 11:57:44 +0000

When work finished that Friday, a group of us from the office went to
the bar at the base of our building, as we did on most Friday evenings.
I was particularly looking forward to this get-together as I knew that
Emily, the girl who had started with us that week, would be coming
along. I had been attracted to Emily the moment my boss brought her
over to my desk to introduce her. She was a slim, small-breasted girl
in her early twenties, with brown eyes and brown hair dyed red which
she usually wore in pigtails. I liked the clothes she wore, tight
T-shirts, pleated skirts that gave her a girlish look. From the couple
of brief conversations I'd managed to have with her, I knew she had a
sense of humour and pretty good taste in movies, so I was keen to find
out more. 

About six of us crammed into a booth in the bar, and began going over
the week's events and gossip. Emily was, unfortunately, sitting at the
other end to me, but as a few people left I was able to manoeuvre
myself next to her. She was drinking beer - I think that's always a
good sign with a girl - and she told me how she had moved here from the
country a year ago, and this job was the best she'd had (before it, she
had been a waitress). 

After an hour, we were the only ones of our party left, and I was
delighted to see she was in no hurry to leave. I bought another couple
of beers for us, and asked her about her family. The more I looked at
her, the more attractive she seemed. She was wearing a red T-shirt, a
very short black skirt, knee-high black stockings and red patent
leather shoes. 

Emily was telling me some story about her father, who was a dairy
farmer, but I'm afraid I wasn't listening. I was looking at her face
and then, without thinking about it, said, "You're really cute, you
know?" I guess it was a pretty lame thing to say, but it had the
desired effect. She put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me quickly
on the mouth. I put my arms around her slim little body, and kissed her
properly, sliding my tongue between her lips, and she kissed me just as
passionately back. 

We must have been locked together like that for a good five minutes, and
then she whispered the magic words, "You want to come back to my flat?"
I needed no persuading. We left the bar and caught a taxi. We resumed
kissing in the back of it, and I managed to get my hand under her
T-shirt and feel one small, firm breast through soft cotton bra she was
wearing. 

Arriving at the flat, Emily led me straight into the bedroom. She lay on
her back on the bed, and I lay next to her, kissing her face and
running one hand over her body. I pushed her T-shirt up, then her bra,
and kissed her tits, which had pale pink nipples. She sat up and pulled
the T-shirt and bra off, them pulled her shoes off and tossed them on
the floor. I took my shoes off too, then my shirt. Emily climbed on top
of me, and I slipped my hand under her skirt and found that the crotch
of her panties was wet, and rubbed her cunt through it. She was
fumbling with my belt, so I undid it and got my pants off. Emily
grabbed hold of my cock and, sliding off me, knelt on the bed and began
to suck it, while I continued to play with her pussy, which I was
delighted to find was shaved smooth. 

She lay on her back again and I pulled her panties down and began to
lick her hairless cunt. I pushed her legs back so her bum was raised
off the bed, and licked along her slit and down to her arsehole, which
I tongued thoroughly. Then, spreading her legs, I pushed my cock into
her and fucked her. 

It had all happened so fast - it had only been about half an hour since
I told her she was cute in the bar - that I think we were both a bit
shocked. Afterwards, we lay next to each other for a while, not saying
anything. Then she sat up and said, "I need to pee." She looked at me
with a curious expression on her face and said slightly hesitantly, "Do
you want to watch me?" 

"Ah, yeah," I said, a little surprised. "Sure." 

I thought she would go into the bathroom, but instead she reached down
and brought out from under the bed a green plastic dish. Standing up,
she placed this on the floor and squatted over it with her legs apart.
Now I must confess I've always found the sight of women pissing erotic,
and I used to enjoying watching one of my more uninhibited previous
girlfriends doing it, so the idea of Emily doing this was a turn-on for
me. I slipped off the bed and lay on the floor in front of her, putting
my face close to her cunt to get a good view. I heard her sigh, and saw
her body stiffen, and then a little squirt came out of her pee-hole,
followed by a thick stream of golden pee which splashed into the dish.
It was a lovely sight, and I breathed in the smell of it, and grabbed
hold of my cock, which was rapidly hardening, and stroked it. 

The stream gradually ceased, leaving her pussy glistening and little
drops of urine running down her crinkled cunt lips. It was an
entrancing sight and - I couldn't help myself - I pressed my face to
her pussy and began to lick it, getting the taste of her piss, strong
and acrid but not unpleasant. 

I stopped and looked up at her and she was smiling mischievously. "You
liked that," she said. 

"Yes," I said, my face wet with her piss. 

"I have some more." 

I didn't even think about it. "In my mouth," I said. "Do it in my
mouth." 

I lay there with my face over the dish and my mouth open, taking in the
sight of her cunt lips open and her pale pink insides. I watched the
little dot of her pee-hole, the flesh around it palpitating slightly,
and then a little pee spurted out which landed on my chin. I
repositioned myself hurriedly and the next spurt went into my mouth,
and then my mouth was being flooded by it. I was overcome by how hot it
was, and the strange taste of it, like nothing I had ever tasted
before. I began to swallow it, struggling to keep up. I wanted to
swallow all of it. 

The stream ceased. I gulped the last of it down and sank onto the floor
for a moment, overwhelmed. I had been wanking myself the whole time and
was hard again. Then I sat up. Emily was still squatting on the floor,
and I pushed her gently onto her back. She spread her legs wide and I
got on top of her, pushed my prick into her still-sopping cunt. 

The dish, about half full of yellow pee, was on the carpet by her head.
With the weight of my body on my right hand I dipped the fingers of my
left hand into it, and then put them to her lips. She licked the piss
off them greedily, going "Mmmm." The sight was too much for me and I
came. 

Withdrawing, I sank down on top of her, and kissed her mouth, which
tasted of piss. 

"That was nice," she said. "I just love people watching me pee. Did you
like it?" 

"Yes." 

"You've tasted my pee, now I should taste yours. Can you piss for me?"
she asked, reaching out and touching my dick. 

As I'd been drinking beer, this wasn't going to be a problem, or so I
thought. "If you want," I said. 

"Stand up," she said. She knelt in front of me, took hold of my cock in
both hands and kissed it. "Go on, piss for me. On my face and in my
mouth. I want to be your toilet, your piss slut. Go on. Give me that
lovely piss." 

Her green eyes looked up at me pleading, rubbing her face against my
cock and balls, then opening her mouth. I tried to piss, but I
couldn't, though my bladder was full. It just felt so strange to be
doing this. 

Concentrating, I finally managed to piss a little bit. It splashed on
Emily's nose and dripped down onto her mouth. "Mmmm, yum," she said,
licking her lips. 

Then all of a sudden it came. She was holding my dick and pointed it at
her open mouth, and a thick stream of yellow piss went into her mouth,
quickly filling it. She drank it down greedily but couldn't keep up and
it began to drip down her chin and onto her tits. The she picked up the
dish and held it under my cock so the last of my pee went into it.
Smiling sweetly, she raised the dish to her lips and drank some of the
piss from it - hers mixed with mine. 

"That was great," she said finally. "Come on, we'd better get cleaned
up." She led me into the bathroom and we had a shower together, toweled
each other dry, then got back into bed. She fell asleep in my arms, and
I was soon asleep as well. 

That night my head was full of confused but happy dreams of urination.
When I woke, the clock on the bedside table told me it was ten o'clock
and I panicked momentarily, thinking I should be at work, then
remembered it was Saturday. Emily was lying with her back to me and I
put my arm around her slender body and kissed her on the cheek. She
woke and stretched, then rolled around to face me and kissed me on the
mouth. 

"How are you?" I asked. 

"Good," she said. "Did you have fun last night?" 

"I did. It was...interesting." 

She smiled. "So, you don't mind my little kink?" 

"Not at all." 

She slipped off the bed and walked over to a bookshelf and, after
rummaging around in it for a while, came back with a small magazine
which she handed to me. It was called ‘Pee-Scene'. It had a colour
photograph of a very pretty young blonde girl standing against a fence.
With one hand she was lifting up her skirt, with the other pulling down
her red panties, and a great shower of golden piss was bursting from
her pussy. 

Intrigued I began to flick through the magazine, which was full of
pissing pictures and stories. "Here," said Emily impatiently, taking it
off me, opening it to a particular page and handing it back. 

I found myself looking at a photo spread of Emily. In the first, she was
sitting on a bench in a park or garden, wearing a black top and tartan
skirt. She had her legs spread, and the crotch of her pale blue panties
was wet with piss so that you could clearly make out her pussy lips
through the material. The next shot showed her on all fours on some
grass, her backside to the camera and her panties all wet. The final
photo occupied a whole page. It showed her sitting on, or rather
squatting above, a toilet. She wore a black bra but nothing else. Her
pussy was shaved, and a stream of piss was squirting from it into the
toilet bowl. In all three photos she was smiling happily. 

There was a brief interview accompanying the photos, which I read. 

"What can I say?" cute 23-year-old Emily told us. "I'm a pissy girl!
I've always been prone to accidents - even laughing too hard can get me
going - but lately I've been wetting myself a lot on purpose. I love
the feel of wet panties against my cunt, and piss running down my legs.
I've been pissing a lot in public too. Sometimes I wear a pair of black
jeans, so it's not so obvious, but other times I've worn a skirt. I
love watching people's reactions. Sometimes they look so shocked, but
others, especially guys, they laugh and think it's great. I'm quite an
exhibitionist too, but you probably guessed that. Luckily I have a
boyfriend who's into this too. We like to piss on each other when we
fuck, and he says I have the nicest pee he's ever tasted." 

I looked up from the magazine. "Wow," was all I could say. Emily grinned
at me. 

"You, ah, really do that? Piss in public, I mean." 

"Yep." She took the magazine back and looked at her photos. "They've got
a website too. There's some photos of me on that as well." 

"And who's this boyfriend?" 

"Oh, he was my boyfriend before last, actually. My last boyfriend, he
wasn't into pee at all. That's one of the reasons I dropped him." 

"Well, you can piss in front of me whenever you like. I love watching
it." 

I was sitting on the bed next to her with part of the sheet over my lap.
Seeing the magazine and Emily's shameless pictures had got me hard, and
I pulled the sheet off me and showed her my cock. "In fact, you can do
it now if you want." 

"You bet," she said, grabbing hold of my hand and leading me into the
bathroom. "You want me to do it in the toilet?" 

"No," I said. "I want you to piss on me." I took a towel off the rack
and laid it out on the tiled floor, and sat on it. Emily sat on the
edge of the toilet set and began to play with her pussy, stroking her
clit and pulling the lips open, as I lay on the towel, wanking myself. 

"Do it now?" I said. "Piss on my cock." 

She stood up, still rubbing herself, then squatted over me so her cunt
was a few inches above my prick, which I held stiffly in one hand. A
few drops of pee spattered on my cock and belly - again I was surprised
at the warmth of it - then she let herself go and the piss splashed
down on me as I wanked myself furiously. It felt wonderful and I came. 

Finishing off, Emily knelt beside me. "Hmm, I think you liked that," she
said, running her fingers over my sopping cock and balls, then leaning
forward to lick the sperm and piss from them. When she had finished she
said "I think it's my turn". I stood up and she took my place on the
wet towel, spreading her legs wide. Slipping her fingers into her cunt,
she opened it right up and I aimed a stream of piss at it, filling it,
then trained the stream onto her face and tits. She loved it. 

Piss play became a regular part of our lovemaking. Sometimes we would
begin by pissing on each other. Other times, after we fucked, I would
keep my cock in her pussy and pee into it. I had soon become used to
the strong taste of her piss, and began to crave it. I would get her to
piss into the dish and we'd use it in our sex play. One of my favourite
things to do was to sprinkle it on her, on her face or tits or arse,
and lick it off. 

Emily had a lovely little round arse with a neat pinkish-brown anus, and
I was pleased when I found out she was quite into anal sex. I would get
her to kneel on the bed with her arse up, dip my hand in the dish, the
spread the pee over her arsehole and pussy lips. I've always loved
licking girl's arseholes, it just seems such a dirty thing to do, and
licking a pee-drenched hole makes it seem even dirtier. Emily liked it
when I stuck my fingers into her arse, and this sort of play usually
ended with me grabbing some lube from her bedside table, rubbing it
into her anus and giving her a good arse-fucking. Another kink of
Emily's was she liked having her hair pulled, and as I was fucking her
arse I'd reach forward and grab her hair, which as I mentioned was
usually on pigtails, and pull her head back. After I came, if I had any
piss in me, I'd pee into her bowels. When I pulled out, I loved to see
it spilling out of the swollen hole, all mixed with my sperm. 

And let's not forget Emily's fondness for peeing in public. The weekend
after we first got together we went shopping, then went into a bar for
a few drinks. We sat in the beer garden out the back, which had six or
seven table in it, with umbrellas over them, three of which had people
sitting at them. 

Emily drained her second glass of beer, put it on the table, and said,
"Mmm, think I gotta pee. I don't know where the toilet is though." 

"You could ask someone," I said. 

"Yeah, I suppose, but I gotta pee pretty bad. I don't know whether I've
got time." 

"I see. That's a problem." 

Emily stood up. She was wearing a white shirt and a pleated blue skirt
and looking gorgeous as usual, and she stood there for a while, leaning
against the green plastic chair and surveying the garden. It was a
warm, sunny day, and the other people in there were chatting away. 

"Oh, no, I can't hold on any longer," she said softly, A circle of
darker blue appeared at the front of her skirt and gradually widened.
As the pee began to trickle down and splash onto the concrete, I wanted
to turn around to see if anyone else had noticed, but to be honest I
would have been a bit embarrassed if I'd caught anyone's eye. Emily was
a lot braver than me. 

When she had finished, she sat down again. "Did anyone see you?" I
asked. 

"Don't think so," she said. "Oh, that's better." She said, swaying from
side to side slightly as she ground her wet crotch and bum against the
seat of the chair. When I went to get us another drink I saw the puddle
she had left under the table, with little rivulets streaking away from
it across the ground. 

A couple of drinks later, Emily repeated the performance. When she sat
down again, she leant across from me and said, "Ooh, I think that
waiter saw me." 

"Perhaps we'd better go," I said. 

"Mmm, yeah, let's go home." She grabbed my hand and we left through the
back of the garden . We walked up to the main street then headed for
her flat, which was about fifteen minutes walk away. Emily's skirt was
soaked at the front and back, and I saw that a few people noticed it.
About halfway there, we were standing at a crossing waiting for the
light to change when Emily said, "I don't believe it - I've gotta pee
again!" 

If I had any remaining doubts about Emily being shameless, they were
dispelled now, for she started to piss right there. A young guy with a
ponytail standing right next to us looked down and saw the piss
splashing on the pavement. He said "Whoa!" and stepped back a few
paces. A middle-aged woman saw it too and looked disgusted. Then the
lights changed and Emily, giggling, ran across the road, piss still
dripping from her, with me trying to catch up. We ran the rest of the
way. 

Emily was laughing as she unlocked her front door. "I can't believe you
did that!" I said. 

"Did you see the look on that guy's face?" she said. 

I grabbed hold of her and started to kiss her, and reaching under her
skirt grabbed hold of wet crotch. "You dirty thing," I said. "Get on
the floor, on all fours." 

She did as she was told, and I flipped her skirt up onto her back,
revealing her panties - pink with black polka dots and soaked through.
Pressed my face against her arse, I breathed in the heady smell of her
urine, then licked and sucked at the pissy material. 

Unzipping my jeans and I got my cock out and rubbed it against the damp
panties until I was hard, then pulled the gusset aside and slipped it
into her cunt. The wet material was rough against my cock as I fucked
her, and the image of Emily pissing in the street was in my mind. I
reached forward and got hold of her hair at the back and pulled it
hard, and she was moaning and, unable to hold back any longer, I shot
my load inside her. 

We collapsed onto the floor - we were still in the hallway - and lay for
a while face to face, and I kissed her. "You're amazing," I said. I
meant it, and I knew this was only the beginning of our pissing
adventures.

Blind Date

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:10:10 +0000

Dear Diary: 

I finally went on that blind date Melissa has been begging me to go on. 

Well I got myself ready just like I do every Saturday night. A good
shave in the shower, curled my hair, put on that skimpy new red dress.
Oh yeah, I was looking good. 

We went out for dinner, boring as usual. I spent most of the time
thinking, "Wow. Does he have anything interesting to say?" Needless to
say, we spent most of the dinner not talking. Then we went to the
movies. He bought two tickets, a bucket of popcorn and a drink to
share. We go into the theater, to our amazement, it was completely
empty. Well almost, there was one other person. A lady in her late 20s
I'd say. She sat about 2 rows behind us. The movie we thought would be
a great catch, ended up being very disappointing. I lost interest about
5 minutes into it. 

Sitting there, trying to live through this horrible date, Brad leaves to
get more popcorn. While he's gone, I text Melissa to let her know I
hate her for setting me up with him because of the horrible time I was
having. So about 10 minutes later, I realize that Brad had been gone
for far too long. At that moment, I feel something around my ankles. It
was Brad. He was on the floor crawling around. 

"What are you doing down there?" 

"Thought this movie was boring. I think we could spice the night up a
little. What do you say?" 

"How do you plan on doing that when you're crawling on the floor?" 

Just then I realized exactly how he planned on making the evening more
enjoyable. He started by kissing my legs, slowly around the knee and
progressing to my inner thigh. I was caught off guard. We were in a
public place. There were people around, well, one person at least. As
he drew closer and closer to my pussy, I could feel my thighs
throbbing. While opening my legs I wondered what I was allowing to
happen. 

Before I could answer my own question, I gasped for air. He had moved my
underwear to the side and was slowly and gently licking the wetness my
body was already releasing. I slid closer to the edge of the seat and
arched my back. Wow, he is good. 

Grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to his face, Brad starts moving
his tongue in a more rapid fashion. He's nearly got me to an orgasm in
just a few seconds. Slowly, he takes one finger and slides it into my
vagina. I can still hear my moan echoing through the theater. 

By this time I'm hot, bothered, and ready to go. I push his head away
and kneel on the floor next to him. Taking hold of me, he starts
kissing my neck and moves down to my breast. He reveals the left breast
and begins to gently suck on the nipple. The sensation of his teeth
softly biting down sends me into a tailspin. I can barely stay in an
upright position. His hand moves to the small of my back for support. 

"You taste so good. I could eat your sweetness all night." He tells me
as I melt in his embrace. Reaching down to his pants I unzip his jeans
and reveal his throbbing member. After a few strokes, Brad takes a seat
and I dive in. Taking a mouthful, I feel his hands grabbing my hair and
guiding my head. Reaching down I rub myself and start to moan. I can
feel his thighs tense as I move up and down his shaft. With one hand
still holding my hair, he takes the other hand and grabs me under the
chin. Shoving his dick into my throat, I begin to choke. He feels me
gag and continues to thrust his dick further down my throat. As I come
up gasping for air, Brad slides off the seat onto the floor. 

Picking me up with ease, he sets me right on top of him. His penis feels
so good inside of me and it slides in and out with ease.  As I am on
top of him about to feel the best climax I've ever had, he grabs my
breast and squeezes the nipples. 

"Your breasts look marvelous as you're bouncing on my dick." As he says
this he pulls me down and starts to bite my nipples again. At this
time, he takes the opportunity to ram his cock unto my pussy with
force. In and out, he moved with ease. Oh God, I could cum for days
with this man. He sends me into the most blissful orgasm a woman only
dreams of. Covering my mouth to hide my screams, he unloads his
throbbing dick into me. 

As we fix our clothes and get back to as normal as possible, the lights
return and the credits start rolling. 

After the movie, we came back to my apartment. What happened when we got
here is another story. I'll tell you about me, Brad, and the woman in
the theater later. 

Angie

Priti and Rajesh cross the line

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 08:58:42 +0000

I shouldn’t have…but I did

admin — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 09:51:04 +0000

I shouldn't have...but I did. 

It had been months since my divorce, and though I had recently started
dating again, I was more than just a bit gun-shy about some of the men
my best friend and sister had been trying to hook me up with.  Only one
of which I had actually had sex with, primarily because he had been
good looking...and I had been horny.
Peter, as she had referred to him was a tall, well toned without being
overly muscled young man.  Though she later confirmed it, I had guessed
him to be eighteen or nineteen, with sun bleached hair and a light tan
as he began mowing her yard wearing nothing more than a cut off pair of
Levi jeans. 

"Julie's boy," she told me, referring to their next door neighbor.
"Peter just graduated high school a couple of months ago, and will soon
be heading off into the Navy.  Just waiting for his papers to go
through I guess.  Too bad too, he's been nice to look at when he's come
over to mow the lawn.  Sometimes his younger brother Dave does it, but
I get guilty every time I look at him, two years younger than his
brother is, but just as good looking." 

I caught my breath just then still looking out, I had seen Peter
nonchalantly reach down and scratch his groin as he pushed the mower.
That simple innocent act sending a wickedly erotic jolt of pleasure
down between my legs.  For the briefest of moments, I'd actually
imagined him taking his cock out in order to stroke it.  Talk about
instantaneous unexpected fantasies! 

"Get a grip girl!" I told myself and finally stepped away from the
window.  "He's way too damn young!" 

As I turned my sister was sitting there at her kitchen table grinning at
me. 

"What?" 

"Maybe...you should throw Peter a going away fuck," she laughed. 

"Yeah right, don't be ridicules Joyce!" I admonished her, yet my pussy
was thinking the very same thing.  Already I could feel the sudden
appearance of moisture beginning to seep into my crotch, and now wished
for the first time I'd actually brought my robe over with me.  I
hurriedly sat down at the table, but I'd forgotten about the other
telltale signs, which my sister immediately picked up on. 

"Oh I am, am I?  Then why is it if the thought isn't already running
around inside that wicked little head of yours, that you're sitting
there with your high-beams on honey?" 

I looked down at myself.  Sure enough, my nipples were rock hard,
pressing against the thin material of the white wife-beater I had on.
It couldn't be any more noticeable.  Which is when I then realized the
mower had stopped somewhere along the way, and the sound of someone
knocking on her kitchen screen door made me jump. 

"Mrs. Jackson?" Peter asked peering through the door at us as we sat at
her table.  "Your mowers out of gas, and there wasn't any more in the
gas can either.  I'd offer to go and get some myself, but I happen to
be without any transportation at the moment." 

"Come in Peter!" Joyce called out to him as I sat glaring at her.  Had
she forgotten I was sitting there half naked?  Then I realized...she
hadn't.  Before I could even begin to react, Peter stepped inside. 

"Debra?  This is Peter, Peter...my sister Debra," she said introducing
us.  Though I noticed as he stepped over to take my hand, his eyes had
already locked onto my chest, though he quickly looked up upon
realizing that, his face reddening. 

"Pleased to meet you," he said taking his hand back, though for a moment
I'd almost wished he hadn't. 

"Unfortunately, Ted's at the golf course, so he has our car," she told
him.  "Would you mind taking him to get some gas?" Joyce turned asking
me. 

"I'm ah...not exactly dressed for that you know," I said once again
glaring at her, though she found it obviously amusing, as I again
turned seeing Peter's eyes once more locked on my nipples, which felt
like they had turned to petrified stone at this point, and looked like
it too. 

"I guess you can take my car," I then stated, forgetting myself for a
moment as I stood to grab my purse.  It was no more than two, perhaps
three feet away on the counter, but plenty of time for me to realize my
mistake, though it was already far too late for that.  I now stood
there in my sister's kitchen in nothing more than a white pair of
cotton panties, and my wife-beater with my full breasts looking like
they'd been painted on, my nipples all swollen and hard as rocks
pressing against it.  All I could think of to do was fish inside my
purse for the keys, and hand them to him.  Pretending as I did so, that
my attire, such as it was...was perfectly natural for me to be standing
there in. 

The problem was, I could still feel the wetness between my legs, but I
sure as hell wasn't about to look down either and draw any more
attention than I already was. 

"You know sis, your lawn could use a good mowing too.  How longs it
been?  Two?  Three weeks?" 

Now I felt my face beginning to flush.  One, because I was dressed the
way that I was with a sopping wet crotch.  And two, because I was
actually embarrassed that I'd been neglecting my own yard work,
something which I truly hated doing. 

"I'd be glad to come over and mow it for you, just as soon as I'm
finished here," Peter told me. 

"There, problem solved!" Joyce said speaking up before I could,
"provided your mower still works of course," she had to add. 

Peter had already turned having taken my keys and headed out before I
could respond to that one way or the other. 

"What the hell are you up to?" I found myself asking my sister instead.
But all she did was smile at me and laugh. 

"Nothing besides getting your lawn mowed," she grinned wickedly.  "Which
reminds me, when was the last time you got it mowed anyway?" She now
asked. 

I knew damn well she wasn't talking about my lawn either.  Truth was, I
had always kept my pussy bare, nice and smooth.  And had in fact just
shaved it again last night before slipping into bed.  But again, that
still wasn't what she had meant either. 

"You really are incorrigible, you know that?" I answered.  "Now, before
he gets back, how about you lend me something to wear?" I asked. 

** 

At least Joyce was kind enough to lend me a pair of decent shorts to
wear home, though I was still a bit self-conscious about the
wife-beater and no bra.  Peter had finished her lawn in short order
shortly after his return.  Just long enough for another cup of coffee
and some catching up gossip, though for the most part my sister kept
teasing me about tossing Peter a "sweet friendly fuck," as she called
it.  "Better than an extra tip," she had added. 

I stuck my tongue out at her as Peter and I left.  I had no intention of
doing anything even remotely like that of course, but I still couldn't
help fantasizing about it anyway as we made the quick trip back to my
place. 

"Can I say something and not mean any offense by it?" Peter stated as we
drove the short distance home.  I smiled, holding my own nervousness,
and curiosity in check. 

"Sure, go ahead," I said smiling demurely, trying to look something less
than the cat who had swallowed the canary, though I'd already caught
myself thinking about swallowing something else. 

"You've got really amazing boobs!" He said startling, and surprising me
with his boldness.  Now I did laugh, unable to help myself. 

Not wanting to embarrass him, nor myself any more than I already was, I
tried keeping it light, a bit flirty perhaps...but friendly. 

"I bet you say that to all the girls." 

He actually looked surprised at that, his eyes wide as he responded back
to me.  "No, I don't...never have in fact, you're the first.
But...I've only seen one other girl naked anyway, my ex girlfriend, and
she didn't have boobs anywhere's near as big, or as pretty as yours
are!" 

It was a strange compliment to have received, especially the way I'd
received it, and with Peter sitting next to me in the car actually
staring at my tits.  Though had I of been in his shoes, I probably
would have too.  Just innocent, and naive enough not to know better.
But then again, I only had myself to blame for looking the way I now
looked too. 

"Thank you," I said simply not knowing exactly what else to say, though
my mind jumped out ahead of me like it quite often did whenever I
became aroused.  "I take it she was your first then?" 

"First?" He said in that same naive way, and then realized what I'd
meant by that.  "Oh no...we ah, we ah never did that," he said
blushing.  "In fact, well...I'm still a virgin," he all but blurted,
though continuing.  "And I'm actually nervous about that too, you
know...going in the Navy here soon and all, can only imagine what the
other guys will think, or even do to me maybe, once they find out." 

I did laugh openly, embarrassing him a little perhaps though I had tried
very hard not to.  "I'm sorry," I said still trying to control my
giggling.  "But it's just that I'm actually surprised.  As good looking
a boy as you are, and knowing how kids are these days, it's just
surprising to find one as attractive as you are...to still be a
virgin!" 

Now he laughed too, once again easing the tension.  "Not like I haven't
tried," he explained.  "But the one girl, not even my ex...that I
thought about doing something like that with, wanted to wait until we
were married.  And I wasn't exactly in the marrying frame of mind at
the time.  I've always wanted to see a little bit of the world first
before settling down, and I thought that joining the Navy for a few
years, and doing that would be the most opportune way.  Unfortunately,
most of the girls I've known didn't see it that way.  Hence me still
being a virgin." 

We had just reached my street and was about to pull up into the
driveway.   "Tell you what, after you've finished mowing my...forest,"
I amended.  "Come inside and we'll finish this conversation we're
having," I told him, though again for the life of me...I didn't know
why I had said that.  I knew damn well I was teasing myself in a way,
and perhaps him a little too.  But I'd enjoyed talking to him, and if
anything, wasn't quite ready to shoo him back home again too soon
either. 

I quickly showed him where my own mower was, and then left him to his
work while I went inside to once again change my clothes into something
a bit more appropriate perhaps than what I'd been wearing.   It was
already getting warm however as I stood there in my bedroom, now naked
trying to figure out what exactly it was I could wear without looking
too obvious about it. 

"Obvious about what?" I asked myself.  "It's not like you're actually
planning on fucking the poor boy now are you?" I once again asked
silently.  "Or was I?" 

The truth was, I now found myself thinking about it, wondering.
Wondering if in fact he actually might be interested.  "Chasing
Cougars?"  Wasn't that the term I'd been hearing lately.  "Was I?
Would Peter see me in that light?  Would he even be interested?
Admiring my boobs was one thing.  Giving his virginity away to a woman
he'd most likely never see again was something else entirely.
Especially when I was almost twice his age. 

I put another tight fitting red blouse on.  No bra.  And a matching pair
of red shorts to go with it.  No panties.   And then I traipsed back
down to the kitchen area to make up a batch of iced tea for when Peter
was finished with the lawn. 

** 

Half an hour later he was standing at my back door.  I waved at him,
motioning for him to come in.  "I made some iced-tea," I said
pleasantly, though his look told me upon hearing that he didn't really
care for it. 

"Thanks, but I'd really prefer a beer if you have any," he said walking
over to stand next to my kitchen counter.  It was just noon, but I
figured one beer wasn't going to hurt this early.  It just so happened
that I had a few Corona's in the refrigerator so I pulled two of them
out.   "You have any limes?" he now asked. 

I did, but I almost told him I didn't, starting to get just a little
irritated with his sudden brashness the way I saw it.  But once again
my own horniness and my odd attraction to this young man both
physically as well as towards this somewhat bold attitude caused me to
do otherwise.  I quickly retrieved a lime and began cutting it up for
our beers. 

He stood still leaning against the counter as I strolled over towards
the kitchen table preparing to sit down, knowing as I did so he was
staring at me, no doubt admiring my tight fitting red outfit. 

"I liked the other shirt you had on better," I heard him suddenly
saying. 

With my back still towards him I set my beer down on the kitchen table.
Surprised unexpected anger, a bit of irritation with this young man
caused me to do something that had I taken a moment more to think
about, I probably wouldn't have done.  Grabbing the bottom of my tank
top, I suddenly yanked it up and over my head, turning, grabbing my
beer as I did so.  Tossing my top onto the table, I finished the turn
lifting my beer up to my mouth sipping from it.  I noticed as I did so,
Peter had been in the process of sipping on his too, and now held it
against his mouth, though he didn't drink.  The surprise at my sudden
action catching him totally off guard.  His eyes were wide, as I stood
there in front of him, my bare breasts both clearly revealed. 

"That better?" I asked. 

"Damn!"  He finally said lowering his bottle without having taken a
drink from it, drawing out the single word as though it were a sentence
all by itself.  I couldn't help but smile, his obvious appreciation was
disarming as he stood there staring at my tits.  As he did, I felt my
nipples immediately begin to stiffen, my rather large areola's
crinkling up excitedly.  And then my own eyes wandered.  Still leaning
against my kitchen counter, it was nigh impossible not to notice the
sudden growing bulge between his legs.  The tight fitting Levi shorts
he had on, simply not able to contain the press of his rapidly growing
prick as he stood there.  A fact that he became immediately aware of as
it became quickly uncomfortable. 

Once again I put my beer down on the table and sauntered over towards
him, my full breasts jutting out enticingly as I approached. 

"I hope you don't mind my asking..." he began.  "But are those real?" 

Peter was so innocent, so naive, that I'd quickly come to the conclusion
he was simply being himself, speaking his mind, putting words to his
thoughts before actually thinking them through.  I laughed. 

"See for yourself," I told him as I stepped up to stand there in front
of him, only inches separating the two of us.  I hadn't had children,
nor would I ever do so.  Something I had learned several years back.
Though in a way I was now glad I hadn't, my almost forty-year old
breasts looking as good as any woman's might half my age, especially as
big and full as they were, though they did rest against my ribcage a
bit heavier than they once had. 

Peter didn't need to be invited, or asked twice however as his hands
immediately came up to surround, and almost immediately begin kneading
my aroused flesh like a contented kitten. 

"Damn," he said again speaking his one word long drawn out sentence. 

"You like huh?" I purred back, enjoying the feel as he continued to
squeeze, press and now palm my hard erect nipples, rubbing them in
small gentle circles, which had the effect of releasing a driblet of
arousal between my legs.  Much more of that, because I hadn't worn any
panties, I knew I'd be soaking my crotch in no time.  My own newfound
boldness took over as well as I softly reached out, fingers easily
locating the firmness pressed against his pants.  I allowed my
fingernail to teasingly begin carving out an outline around his rock
hard shaft. 

"Ohh!" he moaned, shivering uncontrollably as I did that. 

"You like that too huh?" I grinned continuing to do so. 

"Oh fuck yeah," he said pinching one nipple a bit too firmly, but I
accepted the sweet momentary pain as being a sign of his ever-growing
need and lust as we stood there. 

Reaching over with my other hand, I quickly popped the button on his
jeans and then likewise began lowering the zipper on them too.  "So
Peter, have any of your ex-girlfriends given you a blowjob at least?" 

"Yeah, a couple of times, one did anyway...well, sort of." 

I looked him in the eye, eyebrows raised in question.   "What do you
mean by sort of?" 

"Well you know...she sucked on it a little, for a while.  But then she
took it out just before I came, didn't want to...well, you know.
But...she DID let me shoot all over her breasts, that was nice!" He
grinned remembering. 

I could tell by the expression on his face that even that had to have
been a major turning point in his life.  I rather enjoyed the feel of
that myself on occasion, but as he'd already experienced that, I
thought I'd give him something else even more pleasurable to remember.
Wordlessly, I finished unzipping his shorts.  The moment I had they
came loose falling all the way down to his ankles.  I had already half
suspected, and now confirmed, he hadn't been wearing anything beneath
them.  His young very aroused prick stood up thick and straight, not
overly huge by any means, but certainly well above the norm.  I held it
briefly in my hand, feeling the heat and throb of it as I caressed him
from prick tip to his balls, gently caressing them as we stood there.
I was enjoying the catch in his breath each and every time I slowly
stroked down, watching his shinny hard prick-tip unsheathe itself.
Even better, a nice pearly droplet of precum suddenly oozing from the
tiny eye-slit when I did. 

It was then that I dropped down onto my knees before he knew what I was
about.  My mouth suddenly surrounding the spear-like tip of his shaft,
his smooth head sliding in as my lips surrounded it, sucking it,
teasing it with the tip of my tongue. 

"Oh fuck...that's nice," he again drawled out the words, rolling them
over with his tongue as the excitement of the sensation became clearly
evidenced in the way he had spoken them. 

I cupped his now very tight ball sack in my hand, letting one finger
graze that tender little sweet spot in between his balls and ass, my
mouth now working ever so softly just the tip of his prick for a
moment.  I then engulfed him as fully as I could, nearly swallowing his
entire length, breathing through my nose as I did so, sucking, holding,
sucking him again as his knees weakened. 

"Fuck Debra...I'm not sure..." he stammered fighting with every bit of
strength he had left to keep from squirting off inside my mouth.  I
pulled away only for an instant. 

"Just enjoy," I told him..."Go ahead, cum in my mouth," I then said,
engulfing him again almost immediately.   And almost immediately, upon
doing that, I felt the first powerful spurt of his semen hitting the
roof of my mouth.  Admittedly it had caught me by surprise, even though
I thought I was prepared for it.  He had been closer than even I
thought he was.  I was ready for the second, and the third however as I
felt each one pulsating forcefully into my throat, nearly gagging as I
did so, there was so much of it! 

After half a dozen full charged jettisons of his spunk, Peter finally
ebbed off some, though still squirting.  I continued to drink his
essence down, savoring the musky, slightly salty flavor of him as I did
so.  I finally looked up, still licking his prick tip, digging into his
tiny eye-slit with my tongue as though to dig out whatever else
remained.  He still had his eyes closed, one hand resting on the
counter top for support, the other on the back of my head as he
shuddered, groaning pleasurably. 

He was still very firm as I stood, holding his prick in my hand, licking
my lips still tasting him.  Though he had softened a little, I was
always amazed at the resiliency of a young man's cock, remembering a
time or two myself how they could so quickly bounce back from a recent
spending.  Counting on that, hoping for it. 

"So Peter, have you ever licked a woman's pussy before?"  I stood,
feeling the wetness between my legs even more apparent than it had
been, knowing by now my crotch was totally soaked, already beginning to
wiggle out of my own shorts as I stood there in front of him. 

"Once," he offered.  "But all she did was giggle when I did it, so
eventually I gave up," he said honestly. 

"She giggled?"  I thought about that for a moment.   Obviously she
enjoyed it enough, so Peter had to have been doing something right,
though I was now curious to find out why for myself. 

"Yeah, I think it tickled more than felt good," he added.  "Anyway, that
was the only time." 

"But you're willing to do it again yes?" 

"Oh hell yes!" His eyes widening as he said that, my hand now taking his
in mine, though he didn't immediately step away with me as I pulled on
him.  Holding me at arm's length, he now looked down, his eyes boring
into my very displayed bare pussy.  "Wow, I've never seen one quite
like that before," he told me.  "Well, not since my sister was a baby
anyway," he then added. 

Once again I had to laugh, pulling on his arm again.  "Come on Peter,
come make me giggle." 

** 

Both of us naked, I led him upstairs towards my bedroom.  Looking back
as we reached the door, not at all surprised to see his cock firmly
hard again, sticking up and straight, his once pink tip swollen purple
now, his head throbbing as I led him over towards the bed making myself
comfortable.  I was half tempted to take him into my mouth again, but I
was hoping for more, a lot more. 

"Come lick my pussy Peter," I said giggling even then, liking the sound
of what I'd just said.   I felt wickedly horrid, delightfully obscene
as I lay back against the pillows, legs bent at the knee.  I knew he
could see very clearly the wet glistening lips of my sex, my own pussy
now swollen, puffy with desire as he placed himself there between my
wide open legs, for a moment just looking at me.  I was content to
allow him to do that, for a moment anyway.  And then I felt his finger
tip introduce itself to my tender little clit, making me jump when he
did that.  In an instant however, he had traded places with his finger,
his lips immediately capturing and sucking my clit, his tongue suddenly
and quite rapidly flicking my clit, and I knew then what had caused his
girlfriend to giggle. 

"Whoa sport!" I said pushing his head away for a moment.   "That little
man in the boat there?  It isn't a race, not yet anyway," I actually
giggled.  "Lick it slowly at first...softly, in fact, get me aroused
just a bit more, licking me elsewhere before directly tickling my clit.
 Let me get used to it before you actually do that," I instructed him.
"I think that's why your girlfriend giggled so much.  If you start
doing that too soon, it does actually tickle more than feel good," I
informed him. 

Much to my delight, he began doing just that.  I felt his tongue now
slowly explore my inner-self, fucking me gently with it.  His mouth now
capturing my swollen labia, sucking and gently chewing on my lips, one
finger now coming up to likewise probe my depths adding to the
escalating pleasure. 

"Oh yeah, that's it baby.  Much...much better," I cooed enjoying his
naïveté, his willingness to learn and explore as I lay there enjoying
his explorations.  He then reached up with his free hand, capturing one
of my nipples again, I playing with the other one myself as he rolled
my hard nub between his fingertips.  This time his pinch felt good,
once again adding to my own level of arousal.  "Hmm, yes, I like that,"
I told him.  "Pull on them baby, while you're now sucking my clit!" I
added. 

He went back to my clit, easily finding it, his mouth once again
surrounding, sucking, though this time a bit more gently than he had
before. 

"Yes, yes!  That's perfect, keep doing it like that!" I told him, his
finger slowly working itself in and out of my pussy, teasing my "G"
spot even though I was pretty sure he didn't know he was doing that.
Likewise, he did pull, still twisting, tugging on my hard extended
nipple, the pleasure-pain of his doing that now wanted, needed as he
likewise sucked in my clit.  There was no giggling now, no tickling.
Only the sweet, sweet joy of having my pussy licked so wonderfully, so
pleasurably after such a long, long fucking time! 

Almost as quickly as he had done, I felt myself reaching the edge.  I
thought about warning him, though I wasn't sure if I would, or
wouldn't...but then felt the beginning of my climax, too late to say
anything as I gave myself over to it. 

I did squirt a little, just enough to surprise him, though he continued
on sucking, licking and mouthing my cunt.  I saw stars going off inside
my head, the wave of pleasure crashing over me, against me...every
fiber of my being suddenly seized in what became one of the most
intensely satisfying orgasms of my entire life. 

I almost believe I had lost consciousness for a moment, coming around
again, only then realizing he had crawled up to lay next to me, though
his mouth now working on one of my still erect, somewhat sensitive
nipples.  The touch of his finger still inside, slowly stroking me, the
wetness of my spending clinging to it, the sounds he was making
slippery, squishy, sensually erotic. 

"Wow," he said simply. 

"Wow is right," I returned back leaning over to kiss him then deeply,
passionately rolling him over onto his back as I did so.  We kissed
again before I finally forced myself to sit up, looking down at him.
His cock hard as I'd ever seen it, perhaps even harder, throbbing all
on its own only inches away from my thoroughly drenched cunt.  "Peter?
I'm not expecting you to, if you don't want to..." 

"Fuck me Debra," he then told me, interrupting my sentence.  "I want to
fuck you too!" he added. 

I lifted up just enough to reposition myself, coming down once again,
not quite allowing him entry as I rested my wet split against the
length of his extremely hard dick.  I proceeded to slide back and forth
against him then, letting him feel my slickness as it bathed his
precious cock.  I enjoyed the feel of his hands as he reached up, once
again taking each of my breasts, molding them, teasing the nipples.  As
he did that, I felt his cock tip suddenly catch in the groove of my
split, in the very next second I moved up, and then down.  I felt, as
we both did, the entire length of his shaft suddenly penetrate, driving
up fully inside me. 

"Fuck!" he blurted out loudly. 

"Hold still," I now whispered.  "Just relax, feel it...and enjoy it for
a moment more before moving again." 

It had been a long, long time since I'd seen that look of pure unbridled
wonder and discovery.  I could see by his expression he was even now
hovering on the precipice of orgasm, fighting with all his might to
keep his prick from ejaculating inside me.  I held very still, though
teasing him a little with a contraction or two as I held a vice-like
grip on his prick with my cunt. 

"Whew...that was close," he said a moment later.  "Fuck...I've never
felt anything like this!" He then added, "And I thought your mouth felt
good!" 

I couldn't help but smile, looking down at his young boyish face filled
with so much surprise, wonder and pleasure.  "I'll hold still now at
first," I whispered.  "Move as much or as little as you want to.  Just
enjoy the sensation, what it's like as you begin fucking my pussy.  Not
too hard, not too fast, we're not in a race here either," I reminded
him. 

I held still, feeling Peter's tentative thrusts inside my pussy, the
slow easy way that he slid in, and then drew himself out, almost
torturous to us both before he again held himself still. 

"You're doing good," I told him.  "Now you lay still while I do you,
when you're ready..." I once again grinned at him.  He took a moment
more, steeling himself. 

"Ready." 

I moved upwards, enjoying the thrill of his penis as I slid over and
against it, feeling it not quite exit my cunt before I just as slowly
lowered myself down over it.  The thickness of his prick teasing the
walls of my cunt, his hardness almost chilling, as I then grounded
myself against him, rotating my hips briefly, grinding his meat inside. 

"Fuck!" He moaned audibly as I repeated the tease, once again up, and
then down, ever so slowly, sitting upon him his prick tip tickling my
cervix.  "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out," he freely
admitted.  "I almost lost it that time," he grinned boyishly, a bit
embarrassed by the admission.  "And, don't I need to pull out?" He now
asked a bit worriedly. 

"I'm totally safe, so you can spunk me as much as you'd like," as I
clenched his prick with my pussy again, using my muscles to caress him
with. 

"Fuck," he moaned pleasurably, feeling it as I did.  "Can we do it again
when I do?" 

I couldn't help but laugh.   "Sure we can, as much as you'd like unless
you have other plans," I assured him.  "I think it depends more on you
doesn't it?" 

"I just didn't want you to be too disappointed in me," he stated.
"Might take several minutes for me to get hard again.  Sometimes when I
jerk off, it can take as much as ten, sometimes fifteen minutes before
I can get hard again." 

"That long huh?" I teased as I slid up and down the length of his shaft.
 Peter now thrusting inside me as I did, the two of us now finally
moving together as one, meeting one another with a sudden rapidity that
could be heard in the slap of flesh against flesh as our fucking
finally took on some urgency. 

"Oh fuck!" He warned moments later, though neither one of us slowed down
or backed off, our coupling if anything growing wilder, harder as he
slammed into my pussy from below, and as I met him just as fiercely
from above, moments later hearing, and then feeling his first massive
spurt as he began filling me.  As he did, I felt my own pussy gush,
gush again, and then spurt.  My juices just as powerfully squirting
from my own cunt now as I came, joining him in his own sweet pleasured
bliss.  We drenched one another completely, saturating the sheets on my
bed, though neither one of us seemed to mind as we rolled over one
another.  Crazily, wildly, Peter now kneeling between my legs, his
prick thrusting in and out of me like a machine, his prick still
squirting inside almost magically still. 

We collapsed, breathless, spent.  Each one of us trying to gather out
wits about us as we rocked back and forth, still slowly coupling though
the intensity of the mutual orgasm itself was long since passed. 

"I think I could stay inside you forever," he informed me. 

Now I did giggle, loud and long.  "Baby?  As hard as you still are,
you're welcome to remain right where you are, for as long as you want
to!" 

Ten minutes later, we were fucking like minks, Peter spearing me with
that magnificent cock of his from above now, as I lay below him, rising
up to greet each and every thrust as he pounded me into sweet oblivion.
 Just before he came this time however, I did make him pull out. 

"Squirt it on my tits baby," I asked.  "I want to see you cum this
time." 

I wasn't disappointed either. 

** 

We were resting side by side, still lightly caressing one another when
the phone rang.  I looked up at the clock, it was just after three in
the afternoon then. 

"Hello?" 

"Well?  Did you or didn't you?" My sister asked.  "I figured since I
hadn't heard back from you before now, that you probably hadn't, or I
would have," she chuckled. 

At first I didn't say anything, just contentedly laying there still half
in a dream. 

"Well?  Did you, or didn't you?" she asked a bit irritably. 

"Here, ask him yourself," I told her handing the phone to Peter as I
slithered down between his legs, once again taking his cock into my
mouth, gently sucking it. 

"Hello?" he asked pleasurably and then laughed.  "Oh yeah, we did...four
times now in fact," he said proudly.  "What?  Oh...well, she's sort of
busy at the moment," he told her, and then put his hand over the
mouthpiece speaking to me.  "She wants to know what you're so busy
doing that you can't talk to her at the moment," he asked. 

"So tell her," I laughed, taking his cock back into my mouth, delighting
in the fact it was already stiffening so magnificently again. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah...really," I mouthed not removing my lips. 

"Joyce?  Well uh...she told me to tell you, she's ah...oh fuck, she's
a...sucking my dick at the moment.   Yeah...she really is," he moaned
deeply into the phone.  "What?  Oh...ok, I will," he laughed hanging
up. 

"What did she say?" I asked. 

"She said she was on her way over," he moaned as I took him in as far
and as deeply as I could before speaking again. 

"Why does that not surprise me?" I chuckled.  "Think you can handle the
two of us?" I then asked. 

"I don't know, maybe.  But I'd sure as hell like to find out!" 

"Yeah, me too," I grinned as I nursed his cock back to full hardness,
expecting to hear the sound of my front door opening any moment now.
But that too had been a mistake.  He was lousy in bed, looking out only
for himself.

Like I had been doing, I then swore another oath of chastity on myself
(at least through a minimum of six dates) before allowing so much as a
titty fondle.  So far, I'd managed to go the distance of three dates
with the men Joyce, my sister had sent my way.  Either they were in too
big a hurry to take me to bed, or I knew at the end of three dates we
simply weren't compatible.

"I don't know what I'm going to do about you," she had told me one
morning.  "I mean I'm glad to see you're at least going out once in a
while, but you're getting more and more moody with each passing day
too," she then added.  Which was true...I had been.

Going without sexual release just simply wasn't normal for me.  Not that
I didn't masturbate, because I did.  Every single day, and sometimes
twice.  But that was more like a stress-relief kind of an orgasm, and
not a pleasurable "felt like I'd died and gone to heaven," kind of a
climax.   That kind I hadn't had for longer than I cared to think
about.

"Yeah, I know...just not easy these days," I told her.  "I'm nearing
forty, and at the moment most of the good ones are already taken.
Seems like all I'm getting are the ones more like my ex, who's now out
doing what they are.  Looking for an easy score, fresh new pussy, and
no commitment."

"Well?  Maybe that's what you should be doing right now.  Just relax,
enjoy yourself.  The right man will come along when it's time Debra.
Until he does, quit insisting on that silly six date rule of yours."

I laughed at that.  "Oh?  And what's so silly about that?  If you
remember correctly in the beginning, I was more than willing to just be
my old horny self, even if that made it look like I was easy or
something.  And then the very first guy I end up going to bed with
since my divorce, pops off in less than fifteen seconds.  Next thing I
know he's laying next to me, snoring away in my bed.  Damned if I'm
ever going to let that happen again!" I responded back.

I had no sooner said that, than the sound of a lawn mower starting up in
my sister's back yard startled me, not to mention making it slightly
noisier inside my sister's kitchen.  On most Saturdays, I had gotten in
the habit of driving over to my sister's house for an early morning cup
of coffee and weekly gossip.  Having been doing so for so long, and
since she lived less than a mile away from my house, I'd gotten in the
habit of just driving over, usually in nothing more than a wife-beater
tee shirt, panties, and if I even remembered to grab it, my robe.  This
was one of those days when I hadn't even bothered to bring that as warm
as it already was.  I glanced up at the clock on my sister's wall, it
was barely past seven.

"Isn't that a little early to be mowing the lawn?" I asked standing up
as though to freshen my coffee though I was curious to see who'd be
mowing my sister's yard at this god-forsaken hour of the morning.  I
stood looking out the window.

"That's probably Peter," Joyce said now standing, walking over to join
me as the two of us stood looking out the window together.  "As hot as
it's been getting lately, he likes to get an earlier start before it
gets too unbearably hot to mow the lawn."  She paused for just a
moment, adding.  "Cute butt on him isn't it?" She now asked.

He was obviously young, but very handsome and good looking for his age.
"How'd you end up with a hottie like that mowing your yard for you?" I
asked still glaring out the window at him.