That Summer

This is the first in a three-part series.

Ending And Beginning

Davey was glad to have graduated from high school, which he hated. But he wasn’t really looking forward to his summer before starting college. He was 18. It was 1977.

He had no girlfriend — he was a little shy and all the weed he smoked didn’t help his self-confidence or ability to form complete, coherent sentences to impress the girls. He was tall, dark, good-looking, and smart, but often felt tongue-tied around them, especially girls he was attracted to.

He loved reading — Hunter S. Thompson and Jack Kerouac were his favorites — and to hike and fish but he didn’t do team sports. His best chances were with aspiring hippie type girls, who also smoked a lot of weed and got as cotton-mouthed and self-conscious as he did. In his off-beat crowd, “dating” was not considered cool. Not surprisingly, his experience with girls had been sporadic and limited, though he managed to lose his virginity the year before, just barely. Sexually, he was, to paraphrase a John Prine song, his own best friend.

His small, close group of buddies were scattering to the four winds that summer: traveling, heading to Alaska to make big money on the fishing boats, or getting settled early in college towns. The gang was having a final get together at his friend Mark’s house, just a few blocks from where Davey lived. But Mark was leaving too, to spend the summer in the wilderness somewhere on an Outward Bound adventure.

Mark’s place had been their unofficial hangout. Mark’s mom and dad were very social, and drinkers, and were often out in the evenings. When they were home, they stayed away from Mark’s bedroom — probably to avoid seeing things they did not want to see.

Davey remembered when Mark’s dad, Steve, once walked into the room without knocking and just stood there staring at the triple beam scale on the desk and the rows of baggies full of weed laid out across the bed. He said nothing, turned and walked out, and never said a word about it. He was a good guy and a man of few words who apparently did not want to waste any on that disturbing scene. It was the 70s and Davey and his friends regularly got away with murder.

Like the time Mark’s parents went out for the evening only to come back many hours earlier than expected. When they suddenly reappeared without warning, the lights had been changed to multi-colored bulbs, music was blaring, and the acid had come on. Mark’s cool older half-sister, Ann, was with his mom and dad. She figured out what was going on in no time, shaking her head and chuckling. But not Mark’s parents, who just laughed at their shenanigans and poured another vodka and tonic. The boys loved it there.

Davey liked Steve and his wife, Sandy. They were hospitable and funny and genuinely liked their son’s friends. Davey and the gang felt like honorary members of the family and they came and went freely at all hours, even if Mark wasn’t home. They called his parents “Steve” and “Sandy.”

Davey particularly liked Sandy. In her early forties, she was very attractive and vivacious. She was slim with full breasts and an elegant yet down to earth style. She had a great smile and loved to tease and joke with the guys. She didn’t talk down to them and made them feel at home. She had a special affinity for Davey. Unlike most of his friends, he was attracted to older women. Maybe she sensed that. Sandy was the frequent subject of his sexual musings.

The farewell get-together at Mark’s was fun and bittersweet. Everyone knew it was the end of an era. Steve barbecued and Sandy cooked and was entertained by the guys, who gathered around her. Davey, having more social graces than his friends, offered to help her. She gladly accepted and asked him to help shuck the corn. Davey liked her standing so close. He watched her breasts move as she tore into the ears of corn to show him how. He loved her smile, among other things.

There was much laughing and storytelling. As was often the case, Steve’s heavier drinking caught up with him and he went off to bed on the early side. Davey noticed Sandy shaking her head as Steve left the party.

As the festivities came to an end, Sandy stood at the door and hugged each of the guys on their way out. Davey was last. She held his shoulders and looked him in the eye, smiling that smile.

“At least you aren’t deserting us this summer, Davey! You know you’re always welcome here anytime. Come swim in the pool when it gets hot. And maybe you can make some spending money doing some of the chores around here that Mark’s running away from.” She hugged him tight and kissed his cheek.

Walking home, Davey thought about how nice she smelled and felt up against him. He was relieved his erection only came as he turned and walked out the door.

Stolen Glances

Two weeks later Davey walked by Mark’s house, headed to the hitch-hiking spot out on the main road. Sandy was watering in front and called out to him.

“Hi Davey!” She beamed at him. “That darn Mark has run off for the summer and I can’t get the lawn mower started. Do you have a minute to look at it for me?”

“Sure,” he replied. He was glad to see her.

She put her arm around his shoulder as they walked in. Davey noticed when her breast touched him.

“How’s your summer going so far?” she asked as they walked through the house.

“It’s been ok. Just doing my handyman work and reading mostly.”

“Well, like I said, you can make some money doing projects around here. Steve’s at work all the time and doesn’t like to do them anyway. Kind of useless. Changing the subject, what about a girlfriend? Has some sweet young thing snatched you up yet?”

“Not yet, but I’m ready to be snatched,” he said, returning her smile.

“Any girl with half a brain would be a fool to let you get away.”

“Feel free to tell them that, Sandy,” he joked as they walked to the backyard.

“So, here’s the uncooperative mower.” She stood over it with her arms crossed over her chest.

Davey bent down and looked at the mower. She hadn’t pulled the choke when she tried starting it.

“I see the problem. When it’s not warmed up you need to pull out this knob before starting it,” he said.

“Ah ha! This why I need a useful man around the house!”

“I can get it going and mow the yard for you. I’ve got time,” he replied.

“That would be wonderful, Davey! I’ve got to get ready for a ladies’ lunch that starts soon.”

“No problem; happy to do it,” he said.

“Thanks.” Sandy smiled, patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked into the house. He admired her shapely ass as she walked away.

Davey mowed the lawn in about fifteen minutes. When he turned the mower off, the sliding glass door opened and Sandy came out with a towel around her head, wearing a nightgown.

“Wow, that was fast. In case you’re not around next time, can you show me how to start it again?”

Squatting next to the mower, he told her, “First make sure there’s gas in the tank,” tapping the gas cap. Next he pointed to the choke knob. “Then you pull this all the way out.”

Sandy bent down at the waist to watch. As she did, the neck of her nightgown opened wide. Davey found himself looking down the inside of her nightgown. She was wearing a black bra from which her ample breasts overflowed, and lacy white panties. Davey’s heart pounded.

“So, like I said, you pull this out first,” he repeated, his voice imperceptibly shaking. “Then you pull the cord, and it should start right up. After a couple minutes you push the knob back in.”

Still bent over, Sandy said, “Ok. I can do that.” Then she straightened back up, seemingly unaware of what she’d accidentally shown Davey. It made quite the impression on his sex-obsessed teenaged brain.

“I’ve got to run, but thanks so much, Davey!” She kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t forget to come swim whenever you’d like. Can I call you if I need more help around here?”

“Of course you can,” Davey replied. For the rest of the day he thought about the wonderous sights inside her nightgown.

Working Hard

Davey could not shake his thoughts about Sandy’s body, even if he had wanted to, which he did not. Several times over the next week he re-created the scene in his mind as he stood under the shower. Rubbing his cock vigorously with his soapy hands, he came hard and often thinking about what he saw and what he had not seen.

A few days later the phone rang. It was Sandy. Davey’s mom picked up and he overheard their friendly conversation.

“That was Mark’s mom, Sandy. She’d like to hire you to do some work around their house. She said you can come by anytime. I guess Mark’s gone for the summer?” she asked.

“Yep. All summer. I’ll head over in a bit and see what needs to be done,” he replied casually.

His first urge was to jump in the shower but decided it would only delay his arrival at Sandy’s. He was excited to go back but figured he had already had his lucky moment. He still looked forward to seeing her, whatever she was wearing.

As was the custom, he let himself in when he got to the house. Being a weekday, Steve’s car was not in the driveway. Sandy was nowhere to be seen. Davey walked back toward her bedroom, calling her name.

“Hi, Davey,” she responded from inside her bedroom. “I’ll be right out.”

He waited in the family room, thumbing through a magazine. After a few minutes Sandy walked in. She was wearing the nightgown.

She sat right next to him on the couch.

“Sorry about my outfit but I was swimming this morning and needed to shower.”

“No problem, Sandy. How was your swim?” he asked, trying to sound calm.

“A little cool but refreshing. You really should give it a try. It’s going to be super-hot all week.”

“Next time I’ll bring my bathing suit,” he said nonchalantly.

“Good!” Sandy looked at him and smiled.

“What do you need help with today?” He hoped she needed an inexperienced eighteen-year-old lover.

“A bunch of boards are falling off the back fence. I’m trying to keep the critters out so they won’t finish eating everything in the yard. Can you fix it for me?”

“Sure. Can you point me at Steve’s tools?”

“Absolutely, come with me.” She led him into the garage, turned on the light, and pointed at a large toolbox.

“There are nails and screws and things in here.” Sandy bent over and opened a drawer. Without hesitating, Davey looked down her open nightgown. She was completely naked underneath. Her large breasts and dark nipples hung down. Between them he could see her flat belly and her brown pubic hair, then her shapely legs.

But he looked too long. When he looked up, she was looking him in the eyes. She must have seen him staring at her body. But she said nothing.

After a moment, she asked, “Do you think that’s all you’ll need for the fence?”

“I think so,” he sputtered.

Maybe she hadn’t noticed, or maybe she was just ignoring the awkward scene. That was, after all, the family style when it came to communicating. Between the exhilaration of seeing her naked body, and the abject fear of being caught peeking, Davey was a mess.

“I’ll start right away,” he managed.

“Thanks, Davey.” Sandy’s warm smiled helped him relax, a little.

He spent the next two hours with a racing heart and a sore thumb from every time he missed a nail with the hammer. Unfortunately for his thumb, his mind was elsewhere. It seemed she was just going to ignore what had happened, which was a huge relief to Davey. He was terrified she may have noticed; and he was overjoyed to have seen her lovely naked body.

“Lunch time!” Sandy called as she carried a tray from the kitchen to the table next to the pool. She was dressed now, wearing slacks and a tightly fitting blouse that showed off her sexy figure.

“I just finished. Perfect, thanks” he replied.

They ate and talked in the bright warm sunshine. To Davey’s relief, she seemed happy and relaxed. When he finished, he got up and said, “I’d better be getting back now.” He wondered why on earth he was trying leave. He often mystified himself.

Sandy stood and beckoned him over to her. “The fence looks perfect. You do great work, Davey, and I appreciate your help so much.” She pulled him close, giving him a big hug, holding his body tightly against hers for longer than usual. Long enough that he felt his cock hardening in his pants.

Oh God, he thought. I hope she doesn’t feel that.

But she said nothing and eventually released her arms. Then she held his face in her hands, getting up on her toes to kiss him on the forehead.

“Have a good day and see you soon, Davey.”

“You too, Sandy” he said as he headed out the door. He wanted to see her soon, all of her.

Touching

Davey’s showering grew more frequent and frenetic. He spun out wild voyeuristic fantasies about Sandy as he brought himself, over and over, to trembling, spurting orgasms that left him weak in the knees.

She’d been right about the heat wave. It started pushing 100 as the week wore on. Looking for some relief — of every kind — he decided to take her up on the swimming offer.

He gathered up his courage, fantasies, and bathing suit and walked over on a blistering hot Thursday afternoon. He let himself in and saw through the floor-to-ceiling living room windows that Sandy was swimming laps in the pool.

He called out to her as he went into the backyard, so he would not frighten her. “Hi, Sandy. It’s so hot I thought I’d take you up on your pool offer if you don’t mind. I could come back later though if that would be better.” He wondered why the hell he offered to leave again. Excessive politeness was his sexual Achilles heel. Or one of them.

“No, now is great and I’m so glad you came to join me!” She smiled at him from the pool. Was that a sly smile?

“Did you bring a suit?” she asked.

“I did. I’ll go change.”

“You do that!”

Davey went to the bathroom off the kitchen and started taking off his clothes. Sandy was out in the pool, so he didn’t bother closing the door all the way. When he was naked and just reaching for his bathing suit, he noticed a movement at the door and looked up.

“I wanted to bring you a nice towel,” Sandy said, not averting her eyes from the naked young man in her bathroom.

“I guess we’re even now,” she laughed as she turned and walked back toward the pool.

So, she had noticed him looking down her nightie. But she didn’t seem upset. Davey was living out one of his fantasies, which in his limited, frustrated experience never happened.

He finished tying the drawstrings on his bathing suit and went out to join her in the pool.

She was wearing an attractive one-piece suit that, as was her style, showed off her ample breasts, which looked like they wanted to escape their confines. Davey loved the way they jiggled when she walked. He didn’t think she exercised other than swimming, but she had a fine, youthful figure. Her long arms and shapely legs were toned. She was tanned from her time in the pool. Her eyes were pretty and brown, with small smile lines just showing at the corners. Her brown hair was tied up to stay out of the water. She was sitting on the edge of the pool.

“I’m done with my laps, thank God,” she said as she slid back into the water. “Join me for the relaxing part!”

Davey joined her in the warm water. “Nice temperature,” he commented, smiling.

“I hate it being too cold,” she said. The water level just reached her breasts.

Not wanting to get caught staring at them, Davey dropped down under the water to soak his head and hair. When he came up, Sandy had moved closer.

“Sorry about walking in on you, Davey,” she said.

“That’s ok, Sandy.”

“But I guess we’ve known each other so long we’re kind of like family. Don’t you think?” She looked him straight in the eyes and smiled.

“That’s true,” Davey managed, surprised she had brought it up. It was not how her family usually dealt with awkward subjects.

“And you did see me the other day in the garage. And before that by the lawn mower,” she said matter of factly.

Uh oh, he thought. I’m so obvious. Damn. But he was intrigued she had noticed without being upset. Had she exposed her body to him on purpose, or had lightening just struck twice?

“I’m really sorry about that, Sandy. It just kind of happened. I should have looked away. It won’t happen again,” he promised, looking down. He desperately hoped it would happen again.

“Nothing to apologize for, Davey. It’s a compliment that a good-looking young guy like you would be interested in seeing an old lady’s body.” She smiled.

“You’re nowhere close to being an old lady, Sandy,” he stammered.

“That’s sweet of you to say. But I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“A very young mother,” he replied, smiling.

“Ok, your very young mother.” She laughed and patted his arm.

They stood close to each other in the water, without speaking.

Sandy broke the silence. “Did you like what you saw?”

Davey paused. His pulse quickened at her provocative question. But since the conversation was so relaxed, he told her, “Yes, I did. You look great.” He realized he could be much more forward when he wasn’t high.

“What a nice compliment, thank you!” She reached over and patted his cheek. “Since we’re being honest, I’ve always thought you were so handsome, so I liked seeing your body today, too. I may be old, but not too old to notice what a fine young man you’ve become. You’re so long and lean. You must drive the girls your age wild.”

“If I do, they do a great job not showing it,” he responded.

“Silly girls,” she said, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Can I get you something to drink? I’m having a vodka and tonic.”

“That would be great.” He loved that they weren’t uptight about a little drinking in that house.

Sandy turned and slowly lifted herself out of the pool. Davey watched the water pour off her luscious body, her bathing suit creeping up between her cheeks. As she stood, she adjusted her suit just enough that Davey got a quick glimpse of dark pubic hair. His cock twitched. She turned and smiled then went into the kitchen.

Soon she returned with their drinks, drops of water condensing on the glass in the sweltering heat. She set down the tray, handed Davey his drink, and slipped into the pool close to him.

“To old friends who’ve seen each other naked!” she said, smiling and clinking her glass against his.

“To naked old friends!” Davey toasted, then drank his cocktail, quickly. He had not even conjured up this scene in his debauched showers. Sandy was close enough that their bare shoulders touched as she sipped her drink.

Wanting to fill the silence, Davey asked, “Do you like swimming laps?”

“It’s ok,” she replied. “I started doing it to help with this pain I’ve had in my neck for a while. It’s really aggravating.”

“Does swimming help?”

“A little. But it still aches at the base of my neck, between my shoulder blades.” She reached around and pointed to the spot.

“Massage helps, too,” she said as she turned back to face him.

“Can Steve help you with that?”

“Steve has no interest,” she replied coolly.

“I’m sorry,” Davey lied.

“Could I help you?” He surprised himself with his uncharacteristic audacity. Maybe vodka and tonic should be his new drug of choice.

“I guess you could, being nearly family and all.” Sandy smiled. “Here, I’ll let you work on my neck and shoulders.” Davey was glad his growing erection was submerged.

She leaned over the edge of the pool with her back toward him as he stood behind her. Never having massaged anyone, he hesitated. Then he put his strong hands on her shoulders. Her skin was soft. He moved to her pretty neck and started stroking it, from the base of her head then slowly down.

“Let me get this thing out of the way.” She reached around and undid the delicate gold chain around her neck, setting it on the edge of the pool. “That’s better.”

Davey went back to work on her neck, increasing the pressure. Sandy responded with soft oohs and ahhs.

“That feels good, Davey. You’re a natural,” she said. Tilting her head slightly forward to expose her neck, she sat back against him, resting her ass against him under the water. “Do you mind?” she asked.

“No that’s fine, get comfortable” he said. There would be no mistaking his erection now.

He moved his hands lower, kneading the muscles between her shoulder blades. “Is that where the pain is?” he asked.

“Mmmm, yes, right there. Press hard”

Davey loved the feeling of her neck and back, and of her body up against his loins in the warm water. He stopped worrying about his erection, which she was growing quickly as she leaned against him.

As he moved his hands to her shoulders, Sandy reached up and pulled down the straps of her bathing suit. “These are in the way. What you’re doing on my shoulders feels incredible.” She adjusted the front of her suit so her voluptuous breasts were barely covered. As Davey worked her shoulders, he looked over her to watch her breasts move with each of his touches. She looked back at him and smiled; her eyes half closed.

Davey had spent nearly twenty minutes on her neck and back when the phone rang.

“Darn, I better answer that.” She climbed out of the pool, not bothering to readjust her straps, and went into the kitchen. Davey took some deep breaths and adjusted his bathing suit.

She looked unhappy when she returned.

“Steve’s on his way home soon with friends from work that I have to cook for at the last minute. God.” She frowned.

Crestfallen, Davey said, “Then I should get out of your hair and head out.” He climbed out of the pool, trying to conceal his full-blown erection.

“I’m so sorry, Davey. I was loving that. You made my neck feel so much better,” she said, turning her head from side to side.

She got out of the pool and came close. “Thanks again for all your help and your good company. Please come back soon.”

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close against her. His bare chest was pressed against her wet bathing suit. He loved the smell of the chlorine in her hair. He let his hands slide down her back so they rested on her hips. His unmistakably hard cock pressed against the thin bathing suit over her belly.

“I’m glad you seem to have liked it, too,” she whispered in his ear, pressing harder against his rigid cock, which was pointing straight up in his bathing suit. Her warm breath — and recognition of his arousal — made a chill run down his spine. She lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed him lightly on the lips as she let him go.

Davey changed quickly in the bathroom and left quietly. He missed the left turn into his street and had to backtrack.

Crossing The Line

Davey thought about her constantly, often in the shower. But he heard nothing from Sandy for a week. Then the phone rang.

“Hi Davey, Steve here.”

Davey’s stomach turned.

“Uh, hi, Steve. What’s up?”

“I wanted to thank you for your work around here. Sandy’s says you’ve been so helpful,” he said.

“No problem. I’m happy to help.”

“Great. We’re throwing a party on Saturday and we could use some help before then on a stone walkway by the pool. Is that something you can help with?” Steve asked.

“Sure. When would you like me to do that?”

“Anytime next week,” he replied. “Just work it out with Sandy.”

“Ok, will do. Thanks, Steve.”

“Thanks, Davey.”

Hanging up the phone, Davey felt guilty. He liked Steve and had never set out to do anything to hurt him. But he was so attracted to Sandy, and she might feel attracted to him. He was confused. He comforted himself — or let himself off the hook — by figuring nothing would come of him and Sandy anyway. He still felt bad, but not bad enough to stop seeing her.

Sandy called the next day. “So, my handsome friend, when can you come help with these paving stones?”

“I can come over now, as a matter of fact, if that works for you,” Davey said. His other work projects that day could wait.

Sandy chuckled. “It works for me. Come on over.”

He was there in fifteen minutes, wondering if he seemed as over-eager as he was.

It was still hot, and Sandy was wearing tight shorts, a tank top, and sandals when she greeted him at the door with a friendly hug. Davey was a disappointed it was not like their last, but he was glad to see her.

Sandy showed him the yard project, which was substantial. It was going to take hours, time he would not spend with her. But if it helped her, he was all for it and he dived right in. The pavers were large and heavy, and the hot sun was beating down. He pulled off his shirt after a while and the sweat ran down his strong young body.

“Don’t get sunstroke,” Sandy told him as she brought him a pitcher of ice water and a glass, looking at his body. “And take plenty of breaks in the shade. If you need anything at all, just let me know.”

“Thanks, Sandy. I’ll be fine.”

She turned, then looked back. “You look good without a shirt.” She smiled.

He smiled, too, and then worked happily. Sandy came out from time to time to check on him and to water plants in containers, bending over in her little shorts. He wanted to tell her how good she looked but kept it to himself. It was probably obvious from the way he looked at her anyway.

He finished the last paving stone four hours later. Tired, shirtless, and drenched in sweat, he wandered into the house and found her in the kitchen washing party glasses.

“My God, Davey, you look exhausted. I’m so sorry.” She looked concerned.

“I’m fine. Nothing a shower won’t fix.”

“Then let’s get your recovery started with a shower! You can use ours since its nicer. I’ll get you a towel. You know where the shower is.” She went off to get a towel.

He was tired but the thought of showering there raised his pulse. He went into the master bathroom, turned on the water, then pulled off his few clothes. As he was about to enter the shower, Sandy walked in with his towel, standing not a foot from the naked young man.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, right?” she joked, looking him up and down.

“True. Thanks, Sandy,” he said as he stepped in and closed the shower door, smiling.

“Take your time. I’ll just be working around the house,” she said.

The cool water felt incredible on his over-heated skin and sore muscles. He lingered a bit to enjoy it but did not want to waste much time away from her. After drying himself he noticed she had taken his sweaty clothes. He wrapped the towel around his waist and went out to find them, and her.

She was dusting in the living room when he came out.

“Your clothes were filthy, so I put them in the wash. It won’t take long,” she said.

“That’s really nice, thanks.” He did not mind being trapped with her wearing only a towel.

She put down her duster, sat on the couch, and motioned for him to join her. “You need to get off your feet for a while so you can recover. Did the shower help?”

“Very. So nice and cool and it helped with the pain in my back from bending over with those pavers,” he said.

“A sore back? I’m sorry.”

After a pause, she said, “Hey, you helped with my sore neck. Let me return the favor!”

“That would be nice,” he replied. What an understatement.

“Let’s see. It’s too hot outside. How about we lay you out on the guest bed and I work on that back of yours?”

“I’m at your mercy.” Davey smiled.

Sandy took him by the hand and led him down the hallway, turning left into a bedroom. “I’ll try to find some massage oil. Make yourself comfortable face down on the bed. Be right back.”

Davey had never had a massage, but knew he wanted this one. He pulled back everything but the fitted sheet and climbed onto the bed. He undid the towel around his waist, lay face down, then arranged the towel so it covered his butt. Soon he heard her footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Perfect,” she said. “I found a nice bottle of massage oil, left over from God-knows-when. Let me get these sandals off and I’ll get started.”

He heard her sandals hit the floor then felt her climb into the bed with him. She straddled his lower back, her thighs against his sides.

“Am I too heavy?” she asked.

“No, it feels good.”

“It does,” she replied.

She worked the oil in slowly, starting at the top of his neck. He loved the feel of her soft hands on his skin, kneading his sore muscles. The scent of the oil — something flowery — was soothing. If not for the electric charge of lust surging through him, he might have fallen asleep. The excitement got to the point he reached under himself to adjust his growing cock, so it pointed down past his balls, out of the way. Sandy lifted herself slightly while he adjusted.

“Good, make yourself perfectly comfortable,” she said.

As she moved slowly down his back, she moved herself down his body, now squarely straddling his ass.

“Is that ok?” she asked.

“Mm hmm,” he replied softly.

“Where does it hurt the most?” she asked.

“My low back, mostly.”

She moved further down his body, moving his towel lower so his ass was partially exposed, and applied warm oil. Then she methodically worked every inch of his lower back.

“That feels so good,” he managed, his erection raging.

“I’m glad,” she said softly. “Even with the AC it’s getting warm in here.”

She pulled off her tank top and set in on the bed where Davey could see it. His heart skipped a beat. Then she moved further down his body so she was straddling his thighs, wearing just her bra and thin shorts. She pulled off his towel and tossed it to the floor.

“I’ve seen this cute butt before, anyway.” Another jolt shot through Davey.

“You have a beautiful body, Davey,” she said as she started massaging his ass.

Davey was speechless.

She worked every inch, pushing his cheeks wide apart on the upstrokes. She used her elbows to push extra hard and deep. Davey shuddered when he felt the stream of oil running down between his cheeks, then jumped as her fingers massaged in the oil everywhere. He had never been touched there before.

As she moved lower, she could not help saying, “Oh my,” when she encountered his massive erection and taut balls.

“I’m sorry,” he said instinctively.

She leaned down, her beasts touching his back. She whispered in his ear, “Don’t be sorry, Davey. You’re a healthy young man; that’s natural.”

She paused. “Can I help relieve your tension?”

“Yes,” was all he could say. He could not believe this was happening.

She warmed more oil in her hands, put them between his thighs, and gently rubbed it on his cock and balls, touching them lightly since he was clearly ready to come any second.

Leaning down against his back, she whispered in his ear, “Turn over for me.”

He quickly did as she asked. Facing her from his back, for the first time he could see her wearing only her bra and thin shorts. Her breasts were magnificent and overflowed from her white bra.

“You like my breasts?” she asked, smiling.

“They’re beautiful,” he said breathlessly.

“Thank you,” she said as she ran her fingers through his black pubic hair, his rock-hard cock pointing straight up, jumping every time she touched him. She studied his cock as she took it very gently in her hand, her other hand cupping his balls.

“It’s so long and thick and perfectly formed.”

He had no words.

She traced the tip of his cock with a slippery finger while her other hand moved back and forth from his balls to graze against his ass. He squirmed and tried with all his might not to come. Sandy only touched him lightly and then stopped, keeping him on the edge. She ran her finger the length of the underside of his cock, which made him moan when she touched the particularly sensitive spot below the head.

“You like it when I touch your big cock, don’t you,” she asked, knowing the answer.

He couldn’t speak.

“Say, ‘Yes, Sandy, I like it when you touch my big cock,'” she playfully insisted.

He complied. “Yes, Sandy, I like it when you touch my big cock.”

“Good.” She smiled but his eyes were closed tight as he tried to fight off coming.

“Do you like it when I tell you what to do, Davey?”

“Yes, I do,” he responded.

“Good. Always do what I say. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Yes, I will.”

“Since you’ve been so good, Davey, and you’re so handsome and sexy, now I’m going to rub your cock and make you come. But I want you to fight it for as long as you can. Only come when I tell you to and you can’t possibly hold it back any longer — no sooner.”

“Ok.”

“Ok, Sandy,” she corrected. “Say my name.”

“Ok, Sandy.”

She let oil run down from the tip of his cock, down its length, over his balls, and into the crack of his ass. He shuddered. Then she put her hand around his engorged cock and very slowly started stroking it up and down, lingering at the tip between strokes.

“Oh, God.”

“Not yet, Davey.”

She kept stroking, tightening her grip and gradually increasing the speed. She could see him tensing his muscles to prevent the inevitable.

“Almost, Davey. When you’re about to come hold it back until I say you can.”

“Yes, Sandy,” he said through gritted teeth.

After a few more strokes, Davey was ready to explode. His hips started moving involuntarily and he bit his lip. His head tossed from side to side. Sandy tightened her grip and sped up her strokes.

Finally, she said, “Come now, Davey.”

Instantly, he shuddered as the greatest orgasm of his young life erupted in Sandy’s firm hand, wracking his body with overwhelming waves of the most intense pleasure. His cum shot into the air and copiously poured over Sandy’s fingers into his pubic hair. She kept massaging his throbbing cock and balls until it fully subsided.

When he could open his eyes, there was beautiful Sandy, cum-covered cock in hand, smiling at him warmly.

“Does your back feel better?” she teased.

“Uh, yes. Every part feels better.”

“That was quite an orgasm, my sexy young man. I thought I might drown.” She held up her hand as his cum continued to drip down onto his body.

“I’m sorry to make a mess,” he said.

“I love the mess you made, Davey. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Look what else you did.” She got up on her knees and pointed to the large wet spot in her shorts between her legs.

“I got you there, too?”

“No, silly boy, making you come made me so excited my vagina got soaking wet, through my panties and my shorts,” she said, smiling broadly.

“So that’s a good thing, right?” he asked.

“Very good.”

She lay down on his chest, looked into his eyes, and kissed him deeply on the mouth. A dream come true, he responded in kind, his tongue meeting hers as they kissed passionately, their arms tightly wrapped around each other. But when he tried, unsuccessfully, to undo her bra from the back, she pulled away.

“I’m sorry, Davey, but I’m afraid that’s going to have to wait for another day. Steve will be home before long and I’ve got this sexy mess to clean up before that happens.”

“Of course,” he replied, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Don’t worry. If you’d like, we’re not done. You probably have a lot to learn about sex. I’d like to teach you everything I know. And I hope you’ll teach me a thing or two yourself.” She smiled as her soft hand lazily moved up and down his hip.

“I’d like that so much, Sandy.” Davey wondered if he had entered some parallel universe.

“Good! Let me get a warm wet towel to clean you, then you can get dressed in your nice clean clothes and go home.”

“Thank you, Sandy.”

She smiled and kissed him again.

“And don’t forget to come for our party Saturday night!” she said as she bounded off.

Davey was ecstatic. The summer was turning out completely different than he had ever imagined.

Taking Chances

Saturday morning Davey answered the phone, hoping it might be her.

“Well, hello my naked friend,” she joked.

“Hi Sandy. How are you?”

“I’m fine. A little worn out from whipping this place into party shape. You’re coming tonight, right?” she asked.

“Sure. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”

“And me you. Too bad I won’t be able to see as much of you as last time,” she teased.

Davey’s cock stirred.

“Since it’s mostly Steve’s work friends coming tonight, I thought you would feel most comfortable working with me to keep the party running.”

“That would be great,” he replied. “I kind of figured I’d be the only teenager there. Plus, I’d love to work with you.”

“Wonderful! Can you come a little early, say at six? And remember, you can only come when I tell you to come.” She laughed.

“Yes, Sandy, I will come at six, Sandy. I know you like me to say your name.” Davey loved their play.

“I do. You won’t regret doing what I say. See you tonight, sexy assistant.”

Time dragged on slowly as Davey watched the clock. But finally, it was time to shower, put on some nice clothes, and head over. He walked quickly and arrived exactly at six.

Sandy met him at the front door as he came in. She was dressed for the party, wearing a low cut black velvet dress that came to her knees, clinging to her notable curves. Davey was speechless.

“Hi Davey,” she said.

“Yes, hi Davey” said Steve as he walked out of the family room. He patted Davey on the back as he walked past them. “Thanks for helping out. The walkway looks great.”

“Happy to help.” Davey answered, unable to take his eyes off Sandy.

She smiled. “Ok, assistant, follow me to the kitchen.”

“Yes, Sandy.” He smiled and she winked back at him.

Once alone together in the kitchen she told him how handsome he was in his dressy clothes. He blushed.

“Do you like my party dress?” she asked, turning around to show him.

“I really do.” He smiled and looked up and down her body.

“I’m glad you like it. I thought you would,” she said quietly. Then she leaned to his ear and whispered, “Unfortunately, I forgot to wear panties. Can you tell?” She took his hand and put it on her ass. Davey gently squeezed her through the soft velvet.

“I can tell. And I’m not supposed to concentrate on anything but that tonight, right?” He smiled.

“That’s exactly right,” she said, giving his butt a quick squeeze. “But now we work.”

Once the guests started arriving, Sandy spent less time in the kitchen and more time socializing, leaving Davey in the kitchen washing dishes and thinking about how good her ass felt and how she was nearly naked under that dress. She came in regularly to keep him company and give him instructions on what needed to be done.

“You’re doing great, Davey,” she said as she squeezed past him, closer than necessary. Leaning in, she quietly said, “This no panties business feels nice.”

“I can only imagine,” he responded, his predictable cock hardening at the thought.

She got close and felt his crotch for a moment. “I can tell you’re imagining.” She smiled and licked her lips, gave him his next assignment, and was off.

Her brazenness with a house full of guests — and her husband — only aroused Davey more.

As the hour got late, the party wound down. When Sandy came into the kitchen, Davey said, “I’ve packed up two boxes of the glasses. Can I put them away somewhere?”

“Yes, follow me. They go in the storage shed. I’ll show you.”

He followed her out the kitchen door to the backyard and around to the shed.

“Where is the darn light switch,” she asked herself as she fumbled for it inside the shed. Finding it she turned on the light. “Close the door behind you.”

“They go right on this shelf,” she said, pointing.

As soon as he set the boxes on the shelf, she turned him around by his hips.

“I want to show my appreciation for all your wonderful help tonight. Stand right there and hold still.” She picked up a gardening pad and set it on the floor in front of him. Then she lifted her dress slightly so she could kneel on the pad. She quickly undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered them. Then she lowered his underwear over his cock, which sprang out.