Straight Male / 58
Teenage Sex Lessons With Woman Next Door
Background:
So I lived from age 5 to 21 in my family home and throughout we had the same neighbours. I will call them the Macs. Initially I called Mrs Mac Aunty Terry, Mr Mac Uncle Peter and I played with their twin kids though they were a couple of years older than me. In my mid teens I was made to call them by their first names and around that time their sons left for university and then both joined the airforce, leaving Mr and Mrs Mac alone. Mr Mac had a building company and was away from dawn until dusk most days.
Like most teenage boys I was hypersexed. Porn was impossible to come by so lingerie sections of mailorder catalogues were my staple. I had, at one point, a big thing for a model called Gillian Duxbury and the Warners French Collection she modelled. I pulled gallons to those pics!.
The events:
I was 17 (legal in the UK) and with the rest of the street was going house to house on New Years Eve in a rolling party. 10 or 12 of us settled at the Macs' house coming up to midnight. I was sober as though I had been plyed with a celebratory sherry had been drinking soft drinks all night. All the others in the house were adults and were getting close to falling over drunk. I wanted to go home but had promised to be sociable. At some point I needed a pee and knowing the layout of the house (mirror of our own) and there not being anyone to ask that actually lived in the house I just headed upstairs. Coming out of the loo, still with her skirt and pants half down was Terry. She hooted with laughter. I got an eyeful and looked away. In a second she was decent but had me in her arms and wanted a New Year kiss. I really dont think it was sexual for her but just tradition. For me, having just seen my first like pubic bush and upper thights it was sexual and though over in seconds was fantasised over while I masturbated for many following nights. 'What if I had reached down or steered her to a bedroom', I would fantasise... Dont get me wrong, Terry was mid 40's, no great looker and smoked and was a zero out of 10 compared to Gillian Duxbury but Terry was a real person and I saw her and knew she slept not more than 10 feet from me through the party wall each night and this proximaty thing was hot.
As the weather improved a few months after that New Year party, I was still obsessing over Terry and started to notice the undies she was routinely putting out on the line to dry. Thinking of her in some of them got me excited and more than once I would kneel on my bed, look out of the window at her line and have a tug. Things got more complex when the Summer holidays from school started. Alone in our house, as my parents both worked, I started planning to go have a feel of Terry's lingerie on a day she had the washing out and went out to the shops in her car. The opportunity came and I was over the garden fence in minutes, had grabbed a couple of items and was back in my room inspecting some French knickers and a matching camisole. They smelt of clean laundry and were wet but I sniffed them and played with them like they were fresh off her body. I looked at the camisole and imagined where her nipples would touch. I looked in the crotch of the knickers and imagined her intimate parts touching it. Soon I had the knicks on, my hard cock spilled over they top and was masturbating. I shot over the camisole that was spread on my bed. 'Shit', I realised what I had done. I went and rinced the garments out in our bathroom but either they were scrunched up if I squeezed them out or soaking wet if I left them unsqueezed. I went for soaking wet and hoped they would dry somewhat before Terry got home and I went and put them back where I found them. This was a misjudged choice and an hour later our front door bell went and Terry was there with the items and she looked at me curiously and asked if I knew why some of her washing had moved, become wetter and now had lost its conditioner smell. What did I say? 'No', 'What', 'Are you crazy', 'Why you ask me'... No. I said, 'Sorry' and in that second admitted what I had done and she knew or could have guessed it all. She continued, "Your mother said you liked lingerie pictures in catalogues but this is... A WHOLE LOT MORE EXCITING". That last bit stopped time and I could not think or breath. "Come around in a hour for lunch", she said, and left.
So 1pm I was at her door with an agenda of ensuring she did not speak to my parents. Terry openned the door to me in a housecoat which given she had been dressed earlier was a shock. As soon as we were inside the housecote came off and she had on some dusty pink camiknickers. Far more illed than the ones Gillian wore in the pictures I had but definitely the same make and style. "What do you like about these", came her question to me though I am sure my gaze gave much of the answer away without me speaking. "Did you masturbate on my camisole earlier?", was her next enquiry and in a daze I said I had. "Excellent! Do it to me in these now", she said in a firm but friendly tone. I wont bore you with the drawn out reluctance, appologies, requests to forget what had happened, near panic attack, so let me continue as she finished helping me to undress and took my flacid penis in her hand and said "Waky waky"... So I quickly got hard in her hand. It was the first hand other then my own I had felt on my penis and the gentle massaging was increadable. "Take over", she said and she backed onto the sofa and lounged out with pubes visible out the edges of the crotch of the garment. I was wanking hard and did as I was told when she said I had to come really close. She wiggled herself to having one leg either side of me, her crotch pressed against my knees and my penis pointing up her body, between her tits and at her face. This was great I remember thinking, as I took in the view and the sensations in my penis. Again she broke the flow but this time it was really unexpected. "Wait", she said as she reached down and pulled the poppers on the gusset of her camiknickers open exposing a wide open wet vulva and the opening of her vagina. "Mount me". "I said Mount me" she repeated. Her legs arced up onto my shoulders and as she bent her knees her sex came up to my penis. I removed my hand and she pulled us togethger and I was in her. I remember the instant feeling or warmth wetness and softness and how it contrasted to my hand. In the next few minutes we ended up on the floor, her legs over my shoulders, my hands planted on the floor either side of her neck pinning her and her legs while I thrusted. I was nuzzled up to her anckles. She was encouraging me on. Thinking about it now I am proud I lasted so long on that first fuck and because she orgasmed first. When I did orgasm it felt so different as there was nothing tight and fast rubbing on me but rather a soft and loose caress from inside of her. We cleaned up with tissues, I got dressed and she said for me to be back the next day for 10am. This was the first of frequent and increasingly involved and enjoyable sex sessions. I enjoyed blow jobs, sex, giving her oral, sucking her tits, mutual masturbation, using some toys on her, having her dress up to please me and more. When the holidays ended we had fewer opportunities but we would grab opportunities between me getting home and my parents coming back an hour later.
So I lived from age 5 to 21 in my family home and throughout we had the same neighbours. I will call them the Macs. Initially I called Mrs Mac Aunty Terry, Mr Mac Uncle Peter and I played with their twin kids though they were a couple of years older than me. In my mid teens I was made to call them by their first names and around that time their sons left for university and then both joined the airforce, leaving Mr and Mrs Mac alone. Mr Mac had a building company and was away from dawn until dusk most days.
Like most teenage boys I was hypersexed. Porn was impossible to come by so lingerie sections of mailorder catalogues were my staple. I had, at one point, a big thing for a model called Gillian Duxbury and the Warners French Collection she modelled. I pulled gallons to those pics!.
The events:
I was 17 (legal in the UK) and with the rest of the street was going house to house on New Years Eve in a rolling party. 10 or 12 of us settled at the Macs' house coming up to midnight. I was sober as though I had been plyed with a celebratory sherry had been drinking soft drinks all night. All the others in the house were adults and were getting close to falling over drunk. I wanted to go home but had promised to be sociable. At some point I needed a pee and knowing the layout of the house (mirror of our own) and there not being anyone to ask that actually lived in the house I just headed upstairs. Coming out of the loo, still with her skirt and pants half down was Terry. She hooted with laughter. I got an eyeful and looked away. In a second she was decent but had me in her arms and wanted a New Year kiss. I really dont think it was sexual for her but just tradition. For me, having just seen my first like pubic bush and upper thights it was sexual and though over in seconds was fantasised over while I masturbated for many following nights. 'What if I had reached down or steered her to a bedroom', I would fantasise... Dont get me wrong, Terry was mid 40's, no great looker and smoked and was a zero out of 10 compared to Gillian Duxbury but Terry was a real person and I saw her and knew she slept not more than 10 feet from me through the party wall each night and this proximaty thing was hot.
As the weather improved a few months after that New Year party, I was still obsessing over Terry and started to notice the undies she was routinely putting out on the line to dry. Thinking of her in some of them got me excited and more than once I would kneel on my bed, look out of the window at her line and have a tug. Things got more complex when the Summer holidays from school started. Alone in our house, as my parents both worked, I started planning to go have a feel of Terry's lingerie on a day she had the washing out and went out to the shops in her car. The opportunity came and I was over the garden fence in minutes, had grabbed a couple of items and was back in my room inspecting some French knickers and a matching camisole. They smelt of clean laundry and were wet but I sniffed them and played with them like they were fresh off her body. I looked at the camisole and imagined where her nipples would touch. I looked in the crotch of the knickers and imagined her intimate parts touching it. Soon I had the knicks on, my hard cock spilled over they top and was masturbating. I shot over the camisole that was spread on my bed. 'Shit', I realised what I had done. I went and rinced the garments out in our bathroom but either they were scrunched up if I squeezed them out or soaking wet if I left them unsqueezed. I went for soaking wet and hoped they would dry somewhat before Terry got home and I went and put them back where I found them. This was a misjudged choice and an hour later our front door bell went and Terry was there with the items and she looked at me curiously and asked if I knew why some of her washing had moved, become wetter and now had lost its conditioner smell. What did I say? 'No', 'What', 'Are you crazy', 'Why you ask me'... No. I said, 'Sorry' and in that second admitted what I had done and she knew or could have guessed it all. She continued, "Your mother said you liked lingerie pictures in catalogues but this is... A WHOLE LOT MORE EXCITING". That last bit stopped time and I could not think or breath. "Come around in a hour for lunch", she said, and left.
So 1pm I was at her door with an agenda of ensuring she did not speak to my parents. Terry openned the door to me in a housecoat which given she had been dressed earlier was a shock. As soon as we were inside the housecote came off and she had on some dusty pink camiknickers. Far more illed than the ones Gillian wore in the pictures I had but definitely the same make and style. "What do you like about these", came her question to me though I am sure my gaze gave much of the answer away without me speaking. "Did you masturbate on my camisole earlier?", was her next enquiry and in a daze I said I had. "Excellent! Do it to me in these now", she said in a firm but friendly tone. I wont bore you with the drawn out reluctance, appologies, requests to forget what had happened, near panic attack, so let me continue as she finished helping me to undress and took my flacid penis in her hand and said "Waky waky"... So I quickly got hard in her hand. It was the first hand other then my own I had felt on my penis and the gentle massaging was increadable. "Take over", she said and she backed onto the sofa and lounged out with pubes visible out the edges of the crotch of the garment. I was wanking hard and did as I was told when she said I had to come really close. She wiggled herself to having one leg either side of me, her crotch pressed against my knees and my penis pointing up her body, between her tits and at her face. This was great I remember thinking, as I took in the view and the sensations in my penis. Again she broke the flow but this time it was really unexpected. "Wait", she said as she reached down and pulled the poppers on the gusset of her camiknickers open exposing a wide open wet vulva and the opening of her vagina. "Mount me". "I said Mount me" she repeated. Her legs arced up onto my shoulders and as she bent her knees her sex came up to my penis. I removed my hand and she pulled us togethger and I was in her. I remember the instant feeling or warmth wetness and softness and how it contrasted to my hand. In the next few minutes we ended up on the floor, her legs over my shoulders, my hands planted on the floor either side of her neck pinning her and her legs while I thrusted. I was nuzzled up to her anckles. She was encouraging me on. Thinking about it now I am proud I lasted so long on that first fuck and because she orgasmed first. When I did orgasm it felt so different as there was nothing tight and fast rubbing on me but rather a soft and loose caress from inside of her. We cleaned up with tissues, I got dressed and she said for me to be back the next day for 10am. This was the first of frequent and increasingly involved and enjoyable sex sessions. I enjoyed blow jobs, sex, giving her oral, sucking her tits, mutual masturbation, using some toys on her, having her dress up to please me and more. When the holidays ended we had fewer opportunities but we would grab opportunities between me getting home and my parents coming back an hour later.
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