I Was 16

I was very staight. I loved a girls bodies and was just starting to explore at that age. All new experiences, learning what to do and how to do it right. There's no 'school' for sexual prowess right? We all are self-taught for the most part. My **** was never harder in my life than at that time. I remember when ************ looking at it as the precum leaked like a fountain all over the head and the skin was stretched so tight that I thought it would rip open! No internet then - only a buddy's playboy, or penthouse, or Hustler mags LOL. I had always been drawn to OLDER women and here is why:
My first time being truly "touched" by a woman was when I was 16 - and she was 41. It was my best friend's mom - true story. There had been a bonfire. Lots of beer. A huge group of friends and a few parents. I went back to my friends house, he lived closet to the farm where the bonfire had been, to stay the night so I wouldn't have to drive home. In the middle of the night I got up to go to the bathroom and while I was in there, the door opened and his mother stood there in her night gown - nothing fancy - went past her knees - it was her NIPPLE sticking out like daggers that was killing me LOL. I was in mid-stream and she smiled - obviously didn't expect me there - but closed the door behind her and said for me to "finish up". So I did. I had not SEEN hard nipples in a night gown like this ever in person and I know I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. She lifted her gown, sat down and peed and told me to stay. I obeyed - I'm no idiot - and I was terrified. I knew my heart was gonna explode. After she wiped, she told me to drop my shorts and I did - my **** was pointing right at her and I could practically see it throbbing - it was like I could see my heart beat in it as it "boinged" out of my shorts. She came the few feet to me, with my back against the door, and took her robe and wrapped it around my ****. it was silky and soft. She stroked it like that until I soaked her gown - making eye contact with me the whole time - and smiled confidently when I came. She took her robe off - got into a cabinet and pulled out a large t-shirt, put it on, kissed my forehead and opened the door with me still plastered against it with my eyes bulging. She closed the door quietly and went back to bed.
I could not sleep. I was terrified my friend would be mad at me. I was excited and scared at the same time. What has I going to do? What would happen in the future with this woman? What the hell was going on????

Everybody got up, we all made breakfast at nearly lunch time, the whole thing was never mentioned ever - after all theses years - and while she would wink at me occasionally - and when i came over to see my buddy, she hugged me like she normally did - I got an extra smile occasionally. But that was it. It was like a little gift she gave me. I WAS NOT A VICTIM LOL. I will ever forget every microsecond of that night.
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Nov 26, 2012