Where it happened: her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was 14 and she was probably about 30. I lived across the street from her in a small town. Every once in a while she would empty her closet and hang every thing out on the clothes line to air out I guess. One of the garments that always caught my eye was a pale green satin dress. I had for several years, a fascination for satin in the way that it would shine in the light and change colors sometimes. It began to take on a sexual attraction to me. Anyway, one day when she was loading up the close line I noticed that the dress was hanging off a bit by it’s self. I was trying to think of a way that I could get a closer look at the dress and possible even touch it. I came up with the idea of throwing my soft ball over into her yard and then under the guise of retreiving it, I may be able to occomplish the look and touch it that I so much wanted, so I gave the ball a heave into her yard. It didn’t land exactly where I wanted it to but close enough.
I remember the butterflies in my stomach as I went through the gate and over toward the target area. I had just reached down to pick up the ball when she came out the house door with another arm load of clothes. I said “HI” to her and explained that I was just getting my ball. She said no problem. As luck would have it, she unknowingly dropped a piece of clothing on the ground right next to the green dress. I saw my chance. I reached down to pick it up for her but my eyes were on the satin dress getting a close up view. I wanted so bad to touch it. I handed her the fallen garment for which she thanked me. I thought “it’s now or never” I said to her “what a pretty green dress that was”. She said “Thank you” It took all the courage I could muster up to ask her if I could touch it. To my surprise she asked if my hands were clean. I had to admit that they weren’t really. This is when things got to rolling rather quickly. She said why don’t we go in the house and I will bring the dress. You can was your hands and touch it all you want. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
We went in and she directed me to the kitchen sink where I washed up. After I dried up good she held out the satin dress for me to feel. God, it was nice !!!!
Then she really shocked me when she said, it would feel a lot different if she was wearing it and asked if I would like her to go put it on. I am sure my voice went up a couple of pitches when I said YES. She disappeared with the dress down a hallway to what I figured was the bedroom. She came back in few minutes wearing the dress and had put on high heeled shoes as well. WOW!!!! “Now touch it” she said. I started touching the long sleeves. After a minute or so, she said “why don”t you touch me through the dress, that when it will feel the nicest”. I guess I was a bit slow for what she had in mind so she took my hands and softly guided them over parts of her body. Do you like that she asked. I know I was talking with a shaky voice when I answered yes, very much. She then stopped in her tracks and in no uncertain words, told me that no matter what happened there today, I was never to tell a single person.— NO BODY, since she was married and I was under aged we could both get into a lot of trouble if the word got out. Several times she made me promise that I would say nothing to anybody. EVER…. I of course promised.
She asked me if I had ever felt a girl up? I truthfully answered “NO” She then asked me if I would like to learn how to do it. How could I say no to that?
I had an idea of what to do because a friend of mine found his older brother’s collection of 8mm B&W porn movies and we had watched them together several times together and jacked off while doing so.
June mostly showed me how and let me feel her ass and breasts through that satin dress. She asked me if all this was making my dick get hard. I bashfully answered that it was. She assured me that it was quite normal and nothing to be embarrassed about. I stopped when she started getting close to orgasm because I thought I was hurting her or something was wrong by the sounds she was making. She kept saying “Keep going, Keep going You are doing good” I wished the porn films had sound so that I would have better understood what a woman went through when she had an orgasm.
She had me put her through it a couple of more times after explaining the woman orgasm thing.
She then asked me if I would like her to feel me up. Without hesitation, I answered YES. We had been standing all the while that I was feeling her up and she told me that I would be more comfortable being felt up on the couch.
We got settled on the couch and she went right for my crotch. In less than a minute she had my pants un-zipped and was having a bit of a problem pulling my very stiff dick out. She asked me to help her which I did. It was like an electric shock when she took my cock in her hand and slowly began to stroke it. She said that she wanted to take things real slow so that I wouldn’t cum too soon.
After less than a minute she said she would like to try something that she was sure I would like. She wrapped my hard dick in the soft skirt of that satin dress and slowly stroked me. She said that my cock seemed to like the feel of satin sliding against it. This began to turn her on again also. She asked if I liked the feel of what she was doing to me. When I answered YES, she said that there was something she could do that would feel even nicer. I thought she wanted to fuck. Instead, she asked me if I ever had a blow job. When I told her no, she asked if I would like to try it and that she knew I would like it and would be glad to be the woman to give me my first. I am sure I sounded like I was begging her when I answered “Oh yes, please do, I really want it.
She let go of my dick and stood up from the couch and instructed me to take off my pants and shorts and make my self comfortable while she went to put on some lipstick. She explained that my first blow job should be something I would never forget and wanted it to be perfect.
I did as she instructed and she soon returned wearing a dark red lipstick. I could not believe all this was happening to me.
She knelt down in front of me and said “You are really going to like this.” With this, she lowered her head down into my crotch and I could see the head of my cock disappear between those dark red lips. She slowly went down and took my whole cock into her mouth. I lost track of time and everything else. She could tell I was getting ready to cum and said “Just let it go and do it in my mouth.” Who was I to argue? She sucked me dry and kept my dick in her mouth for several minutes after. I never dreamed anything could feel so good. When she finally came up, she commented that she was surprised that young boy would have that big of a load. I was saying how I was trying to hold back because I didn’t want it to end. She said that if we would give it a few minutes rest that I probably could go again. “would you like that?”
While we were giving it a rest she explained that she loved sucking cock but that her husband didn’t like it. I COULDNT BELIEVE IT. And– she again made me promise to keep my mouth shut about what we had done and that we might do this again some time. I didn’t hesitate to agree.
After a few minutes of talk she reached over and began to pet my prick again and to even my surprise it got up and wanted to go back into her mouth again. She slid back down off the couch and in between my legs again and once again took me into the clouds. I may have lasted a little longer this time but probably not much. She again Swallowed the load.just like the first time.
After wards, we worked out a signal plan so I would know when to call her to see if I could “cum” over for another beautiful blow job.
She again made me promise that I would never tell anyone about anything we had done.
She told me later that she had a fetish for sucking cock while wearing satin, heels, and lipstick. A fetish that I really came to appreciate to this day. To me there is nothing more beautiful than a woman dressed in satin and wearing lipstick and about to take my dick into her mouth.
We got together twice more after that first encounter. Each was practically a replay of the first time, except not as awkward. On our third meeting, her husband almost caught us. It scared her so bad that she would never do it again to me.
I promised her many times to never tell any one about our affair but I know that she is dead and gone so I am telling it to the world via the internet so I feel now there is no danger.
I will never forget what she told me — that my first blow job should be something I will never forget. Now 40 years later, Her in that green satin dress, heels, and lipstick kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth is just as vivid as when it happened.
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