RAINY DAY

 It was a cold, rainy, October day as I sat by the picture
window waiting for the grocery boy to delivery my order.  My
thoughts were on my husband, who was serving in the navy, aboard
an aircraft carrier.  He had been gone for 5 months and I was
thinking of how much I missed his company, his conversation, his
cock.  We had only been married for a month before Ed's tour
began and we made sure that every minute of it counted.  We must
have fucked 6 times a day and in as many different positions,
during that month.  As I sat there daydreaming of those days and
nights with Ed, I felt my sexual desires growing stronger and
stronger.

     I was suddenly jerked back to reality when the doorbell
rang.  It was the grocery boy.  He had backed his car into our
driveway and was standing at the door, soaking wet.

     I left my seat at the window and rushed to open the door. 
There, dripping from head to toe, was an older, blonde haired,
teen who asked if he had the right place.  I apologized for
making him come out in such bad weather, but the boy said he
didn't mind and asked where I wanted the bags put.  I told him he
could take them to the kitchen but that he would have to let me
help him bring them in.  I said it was the least I could do to
show how sorry I was about him getting soaked and all.  We both
ran through the pouring rain to his car and managed to get all
the bags in one trip.  I was completely drenched myself by the
time we reached the front door, and we both laughed at the
condition we were in.

     I retrieved two large towels from my closet and gave one to
the grocery boy.  As we stood in my kitchen, drying our hair, I
noticed that the young man kept glancing at my chest, whenever I
would look away.  I looked down myself, to see what was so
curious, and realized that the wet flannel shirt I was wearing
was clinging to my breasts and had them outlined perfectly.

     I don't wear a bra around the house and didn't even think
about what might happen when I went out in the rain.  I looked up
at the boy and saw that his face was as red as a tomato.  He
began to shudder a bit and then said he had to get back to the
store.  I covered my chest with my towel and told the young man I
was sorry for embarrassing him and that I would get him a tip
before he left.  I left him waiting in my kitchen while I went
for my purse in the back room.

     Well, that's when I went a little crazy.  As I was getting a
couple of dollars for the grocery boy, I thought of how he had
been staring at my wet, flannel covered tits and decided I would
give him a look at what he really wanted to see.  I figured that
I would make a quick change into dry panties and a bath robe
before returning.

     As I re-entered to the kitchen, the young man looked quite
surprised to see that I had changed.  I handed him 5 dollars and
thanked him again for his trouble.  He turned his back to me and
started for the door.

     That's when I undid my robe and exposed my boobs.  I called
to the boy and said, "Oh, before you go I thought you might want
to see this." 

     He turned back around and nearly fell over his own feet as
he caught sight of my naked tits.  He was speechless and I said,
"Now don't be embarrassed.  I noticed how you were admiring my
chest before and I just thought I'd let you see my boobs
uncovered before you left.  Consider it an extra tip for being so
nice." 

     Then I was stunned.

     The young man, he couldn't have been over 16, said, "Wow!
Your beautiful, ma'am!  Do you mind if...  I mean could you tell
me...  That is, how big are...  I mean.." 

     I tried to suppress a laugh and asked, "You mean, how big
are my boobs?" 

     He stammered with a, "Ye... ye... yes.  If you don't mind."

     I said, "Well I measure 39" and wear a D cup bra." 

     The shocked boy then shocked me, I didn't think he would
have the nerve, but he asked, "Would you mind...  could I...
well, could I touch them?" 

     I replied with, "My, my, getting over our shyness, aren't
we!  Oh well, come over here and feel all you want, but that's
all, then you're going to have to go.  You naughty boy!" 

     The excited lad walked over to me and cupped my tits with
his hands and slowly squeezed them.  He was breathing like he had
just run a mile and he just kept fondling and staring at my jugs. 
I noticed he had developed a raging hard-on, the front of his
jeans displayed a long tubular bulge running down his right leg. 
I can't deny that I was getting very hot myself.  It had been 5
months since I had my tits caressed like the young boy was doing
and it felt so nice.

     After a few more minutes of fondling, the boy asked if he
could kiss one of my tits.  I dropped my robe to the floor and
told him to go ahead.  I knew I was going too far, but I couldn't
stop myself.

     The young man began kissing the side of my right tit and
then all around the 3" areola.  I was as hot as a bitch in heat
by then.  I threw my head back and said, "Oh, suck on my nipple. 
Please suck on it!"  I felt my young lover's mouth close around
the end of my tit and his tongue began swirling around the
stiffened nipple.  He then started sucking more of my flesh into
his mouth.  

     He let my breast pop from his mouth and he whispered, "Oh,
please, please, lady, let me see your pussy!"  He continued to
knead my tits while he looked into my eyes, awaiting my answer.

     I said, "OK!  OK!  But that's it!  No more, just look."  I
stepped back from him and rolled my white cotton panties down to
reveal my pussy to the young man.  He was rubbing his hard-on
through his jeans and gasped, "Oh, lady!  You look just like
those girls in Playboy!  I just can't believe I'm doing this.  I
can't believe I'm looking at a real woman's pussy." 

     I asked him, "Do you jack off while you look at those girls
in Playboy?" 

     The boy turned red again and nodded that he did. 

     I told him it was nothing to be ashamed about, that it was
quite normal.  I pulled my panties off of my legs and was
standing there completely naked.  I then asked, "Would you like a
real live woman to pose for you while you jack off?" 

     The boy couldn't speak, but he had his pants off in a flash. 
He pulled his underwear down and his smooth young cock sprang up,
it was purple from all the strain it had been under.  His member
was nice sized, I'd say 7" or so, and I couldn't take my eyes off
of it.  The boy took his cock in his right hand and started
jerking it up and down as he stared at me.  I began posing for
him as he jacked himself off.  I would bend over and let my tits
hang below me.  Then I would turn my ass to him and spread my
legs, revealing my cunt from behind.  I was squeezing my jugs
together when the boy couldn't take anymore and shot long spurts
of cum onto my kitchen floor.

     The boy collapsed into a chair and just mumbled.  

     I was too far gone to stop there.  I asked the boy, "Want me
to clean that cock of yours?"  Then I knelt in front of him and
licked his still hard dick.  I sucked his cock into my mouth and
the boy cried, "I'm gonna shoot again!" 

     I quickly pulled my mouth off of him and said, "Oh no. Not
yet!"  Then I gently applied pressure on the end of his cock,
just below and under the glans.  I said, "Before you shoot again,
how about putting this hard dick of yours into my pussy?"

     The shaking boy nodded his head and I spun around on the
tile floor.  I looked back at him and said, "Well, get off that
chair and get behind me.  I like to be fucked from behind!" 

     The young boy knelt behind me and began feeling my ass and
cunt.  I told him to put the end of his dick between the folds of
my cunt.  As he did I had a tremendous orgasm and screamed, "Oh,
come on!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  

     The boy gave out a little grunt and slid his throbbing cock
into me.  I told him to squeeze my tits and fuck me hard.  He
leaned over my back and reached under me to grab my dangling
tits.  Then he started fucking my slippery cunt like he'd done it
a hundred time before.  I had three more orgasms and I felt the
boy's spunk shoot up in me at least twice before he pulled his
cock out of me.

     After we had both had a chance to catch our breath, we sat
on the tile floor, facing each other in silence.  Finally the
young boy, who had just finished royally reaming my cunt, said,
"I still can't believe that I've screwed a real woman!" 

     I told him, "That was absolutely fantastic.  Let's go take a
shower and then do it again!" 

     The boy told me he was supposed to be back at the store an
hour ago and that his boss would be furious if he didn't return
soon.  I told my new found lover to let me take care of it, and
asked him if his boss knew his mother.  The boy told me his boss
had never spoken with his mom, so I picked up the phone and
dialed the grocery store.  

     I asked to speak to the manager and when he answered, I
said, "Hello, this is Barry's mother calling.  I'm sorry, but
Barry won't be able to return to work.  After his last delivery,
he came home soaking wet and was complaining about not feeling
well. I managed to get him out of his wet clothes and I took his
temperature, orally.  He was burning up!  He's going to get a
warm shower now and I'm going to put him to bed.  I'm going to
try and sweat that fever out of him, but it looks like he will be
in bed for the next 24 hours, at least!" 

     As I hung up the phone, I felt a warm hand placed on my left
tit and I turned to see the smiling young boy with another
monstrous hard-on.  He said, "A guy couldn't dream of a better
15th birthday present than you!  My birthday is in three weeks!"

     I thought to myself that if anyone ever found out I had been
fucking and sucking a 14 year old, I would never live it down! 
But, the sight of that magnificent, throbbing, teenage hard-on
made me forget all about what was right or wrong.  As Barry and I
walked to the bathroom, he gently caressed my ass and asked,
"What is sixty-nine like?" 

     I closed my eyes and thought to myself, "Thank you! Thank
You!"