Pleasant Street

Chapter 01: Stimulating Haircut.

A young woman named Jody runs a "unisex" beauty shop in her home on Pleasant Street, you know, one of those shops where they do both men's and women's hair. She's a very good stylist and has many faithful clients. Maybe it's also because she has a nice personality and is very, very pretty.

The other day I saw a guy I know going into Jody's shop late in the afternoon. After he went in, Jody put the "Closed" sign in her window. I'm not a peeping Tom, so I don't know that the events described in the following story actually happened, but they could have...

Milt Anderson was the last customer in the beauty shop waiting for a haircut. Tall, good-looking, and in his late forties, Milt was a very successful financial advisor. He allowed himself the luxury of a shampoo and haircut at least once a month because he loved the way it felt when someone - especially an attractive woman - fussed with his hair, even though he was happily married. The girl who was going to be doing his hair today was one of the prettiest women Milt had seen in a while.

"I should have come here a long time ago," Milt thought as he watched the young woman take money from the customer ahead of him, an older woman with purple hair. When the other customer left the attendant turned to him and smiled. She had a very pretty smile.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Jody." She went to the door, locked it, and put the "Closed" sign in the window. It had been a long day, and she didn't want anyone walking in while she was with her last customer.

"Hello," he said. "I'm Milt."

"You want a shampoo, cut, and blow dry, right?" the stylist asked.

Jody was slim with dark hair that hung to the middle of her back. Her shiny hair was done in an attractive style featuring loose, fluffy curls. She wore a plain white blouse and snug calf-length brown skirt with deep slit up the front. Her legs, which showed through the opening in the skirt as she walked, were strong and well shaped. The deep tan pantyhose she wore made her lovely limbs look more enticing.

"Not bad!" Milt thought as he followed her to the chair, "I wouldn't mind a romp in the hay with her! Not at all!"

Jody put a protective plastic cover over her customer and fastened it around his neck. As she did, Milt inhaled the delightful scent of her perfume. Her hip brushed his arm and he felt his groin tighten.

"We need to go out back so I can do your shampoo," Jody said.

Milt followed her, enjoying the swing of her hips as she walked ahead of him. Her bottom was extremely well formed and moved enticingly in her snug skirt. Passion continued to stir in his groin. "Watch it, old boy!" Milt cautioned himself, "You could get arrested for what you're thinking!" He was going to have a case of blue balls if this kept up. He sat down in the chair Jody indicated, then he leaned back, laying his head in the groove of the special shampoo sink.

Jody turned on the water and began wetting her customer's hair with the spray.

Milt's hands gripped the arms of the chair. He was acutely aware of her nearness and the effect it was having on him.

"Tell me if the water's too hot," Jody said as she massaged his hair, insuring that it was all wet. When it was wet, she put some shampoo in it and began working up a lather.

She moved around Milt, lathering his hair. Her movements caused her firm thigh to brush against his hand quite often. Milt could feel her warmth radiating through the material of her skirt. Without thinking about what he was doing - or the consequences - he extended a finger and stroked her leg gently.

Jody, who was busy working the shampoo into her customer's hair, at first wasn't aware that he was stroking her leg. Then she became cognizant of a tingling sensation, little shocks of pleasure shooting into her body. "He's touching me!" she thought. "My God! What am I going to do?" Wanting to avoid a scene, she decided the best thing to do would be to ignore the whole thing. So, despite the feelings his touch provoked, she continue working the lather into his hair and tried to keep her attention focused on what she was doing. He had nice hair, thick and full. But even though her mind was trying to ignore what was happening, her body wasn't. Without realizing she was doing it, her body pressed against her customer's hand, seeking more of his delightful touch.

Once he started touching the pretty hairdresser's leg, Milt knew he very likely could get slapped for what he was doing - he almost expected to - so he was pleasantly surprised when she moved closer. "Goddamn!" he thought. He became bolder, his movements more open. He added a second finger and his explorations grew more daring.

Jody continued to work on her client's hair, acutely conscious of the motion of his seeking fingers and the effect those explorations were having on her. "What am I going to do?" she thought. "He...he isn't stopping. I-I guess I-I have to tell him to stop before...before this goes any...any farther!" She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What her customer was doing to her felt so nice! She was a bit shocked when she realized she wasn't sure she wanted him to stop.

Jody's boyfriend broke up with her a month earlier and she'd been so busy in the shop she really hadn't had the time - or energy - to get back into the dating scene. For the last week or so, she woke up horny almost every morning, the result of some pretty erotic dreams. Milt had unknowingly chosen a time when Jody's resistance to his advances was at a low point.

Jody continued her mental debate about what she should do about her customer's actions. "This...this is my shop. I...I can make him stop any time I want," she thought, "I-I guess there isn't any harm in letting him cop a little feel. I'll stop him if he really gets out of line."

It seemed to Milt that the pretty hairdresser was taking an inordinate amount of time doing his shampoo and was pressing against him much more than necessary while doing it. The touch of her leg on his hand and the sensations from what she was doing with his hair had given him a full-blown, throbbing erection.

"Good thing I have this cover over me," he thought.

Emboldened by Jody's failure to protest his actions, Milt began using his whole hand to stroke her. He slipped his hand through the slit in her skirt and it came in contact with warm, nylon-encased skin. His penis jumped as if touched by a live wire.

Jody' was rinsing the man's hair. Her insides writhed when his whole hand moved onto her stocking-covered thigh. This was more than she wanted, way more than she could allow! She had to stop him now! She wrapped the towel around the man's head, tucking the ends in carefully. His hand continued to slide boldly up and down her thigh and her breath caught. Her legs went rubbery; she couldn't speak, and could barely breathe.

Even though Jody's mind was telling her to put an end to what was happening, she felt her legs parting. Then her customer's hand slid between her thighs and he continued thrilling her with his caresses.

"Jesus!" Milt thought when he felt the girl spread her legs. Fires of passion blazed to life in him as his hand glided over the girl's hot, silken thighs. This couldn't really be happening! He slid his hand up and brushed his fingers lightly over the place where her legs joined her body. He was surprised to discover wetness through the two layers of nylon separating the hairdresser's vagina from his fingers.

"Oh!" Jody moaned softly when Milt's hand touched her vagina. Her chest was heaving, her mind swimming. She had to make him stop now! She had to! But she couldn't move and her voice wouldn't work!

Milt continued to stroke Jody's vaginal lips through her panties and panty hose, tracing the pulsing opening with a single finger, probing at her. He could feel her trembling.

"Unnhh!" Jody groaned and her body jolted. Passion washed over her in unstoppable waves. This was crazy! This stranger was playing with her pussy and she was getting turned on! Really turned on! She couldn't remember ever being this turned on! "Ohh!" she moaned softly. Her hips began thrusting forward, seeking more of the man's touch.

"Am I hurting you?" Milt croaked. The hoarseness in his voice gave evidence of the incredible sexual tension he felt.

Jody, quaking with excitement, was unable to talk. She shook her head.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly.

"Yes! Yes! Get away from me!" the rational part of Jody's mind screamed. Instead, her head again moved from side to side. "What is wrong with me?" she thought desperately. "Why am I letting him do this to me? Why can't I stop him?"

Milt slid his fingers up over Jody's nearly flat belly, to the elastic waist of her panty hose, then he slid them inside the pantyhose and her panties, seeking direct contact with her passion-inflamed labia. Jody's hips rocked forward in response to his touch. Then he discovered the swollen bud of her clit.

"Ahh!" Jody moaned. When her customer's finger touched her clit, mighty bursts of pleasure raced into her body. If he kept this up, she was going to come! Right here! She didn't know how this situation had gotten so out of control, but it was too late to stop! She was so turned on she had to come or she'd scream! She couldn't recall the last time a man's touch turned her on like this!

While his hand drove the lovely young hairdresser wild, Milt tried to relieve the discomfort he was experiencing from his swollen, throbbing erection. Things were entirely too snug inside his pants. His rigid shaft desperately sought freedom. He unzipped his fly, then fumbled his swollen pole out of its prison. He couldn't remember the last time it had felt this hard!

Jody gave up pretending she was trying to do her customer's hair and clung to the chair, trying to keep from falling as his hand sent delectable impulse after delectable impulse percolating through her lovely young body.

"Oh God!" she thought, "If he keeps that up, I'm going to come! I-I have to come! I have to!"

Milt, keenly aware of the effect he was having on Jody, continued to stroke her vagina and felt her juices flowing. He felt her passion-inflamed body trembling. He stopped caressing her for a minute and tugged her panty hose and panties down. He was surprised when she moved to assist him, helping expose her vagina to his seeking fingers. When her middle was bared, his hand slid up her hot, smooth skin again. This time his finger parted the slick petals of her labia and began to enter her. As it did, his thumb came to rest on her super-sensitive clit.

"Unnhhh!" Jody groaned. Overpowering sensations knotted her insides, building sweet tension that felt so good, but demanded release. "Oh God! He's finger-fucking me now!" she thought. "I-I'm letting a...a stranger, a man I just met, finger-fuck me! And I-I...can't do anything to...to stop...him. Oh God! It feels so good!" Soft moans kept escaping from her as Milt's finger and thumb plunged and twirled insistently.

Jody's control was fading fast. She knew her body was about to explode with passion. She gripped the chair and sink, her knuckles white. "I'm gonna come!" she thought, as signals of impending release flashed through her swirling mind. "My God! I'm gonna come! Now!"

"Ohh! Ohhh!" the luscious young woman groaned, expressing her passion, her hips jolting in frenzied movement, juices of passion flooding out of her.

Milt felt the walls of Jody's vagina begin to spasm around his thrusting finger, then her hips began rocking frantically and even more wetness drenched his hand. He savored the sounds of delight that poured from Jody, pressed his finger deeper into her, and watched, smiling, as she rode out her orgasm on his hand. Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes were closed, and a slack look of bliss pervaded her exquisite features. Her chest heaved as she gasped incoherent cries of delight.

When Jody's motions slowed and the clutching of her vagina stopped, Milt slid his finger from between her thighs. He sat up and gently pulled her up onto his lap. Still weak and limp, she fell into his arms, her chest heaving, her head lying on his shoulder.

It was the most shattering orgasm Jody ever had! She couldn't recall ever experiencing anything like it! And even though it was over, she knew she was still in his power! She let him pull her onto him, and settled herself on his lap. Then she felt something under the plastic cover, pressing against her bottom.

Jody had been so wrapped up in her own passion, she hadn't given much thought to what Milt was experiencing. Now she knew. "My God!" she thought. "He's got a hard-on!"

Milt hadn't said much and remained silent. He was afraid if he spoke, it would break the spell, and he didn't want that. Not now, not when it looked like he was so close to making love to the lovely young woman he held in his arms.

Jody sat up and looked at her customer. She could see desire in his eyes and was thrilled, even though she knew she shouldn't be. When he began unbuttoning her blouse, she felt her excitement begin expanding again. Slowly, carefully, he opened the buttons. She felt air on her exposed skin as he slid the open blouse down her arms and off. She sat there trembling, wearing just her flimsy lace bra while his hands traced delightfully over her chest, eventually moving to the clasp of the bra. He unhooked the clasp, which was between her breasts, then that garment, too, fell to the floor. She was naked from the waist up now, and aquiver with ecstasy.

"What's wrong with me?" Jody thought feverishly, "Why am I doing this?" "Mmmph!" she groaned when his warm lips covered the straining tip of one perfect breast. Electric feelings shot into her. He was doing it to her again! He was turning her on all over again!

Milt couldn't recall when he'd seen a lovelier pair of breasts. Small, firm, and delightfully shaped, they sagged not a bit when he took Jody's bra off. The nipples stood out proudly from her dark areolas, begging to be suckled. Milt did just that, feeling her tremble, hearing her moan as he did. He mouthed one breast, then the other, over and over, leaving her body quaking uncontrollably.

Finally, Milt looked into the young woman's eyes. "I want you," he said, his voice hoarse. "Stand up for a second."

Mute, Jody did as she was bidden. As she stood next to the chair, her legs wobbly, she felt his hands undo the buttons that held her skirt, then it slid down her legs and pooled around her feet. She stood in front of him naked, feeling terribly vulnerable; brimming with so much need she knew she'd do anything he asked. She watched him pull off the plastic cover and saw his throbbing, engorged shaft for the first time.

"He's huge!" she thought. "My God! He'll split me in two!" She continued to watch,

transfixed, while he opened his pants and slid them down. Then he beckoned to her and, like a zombie, she moved toward him.

"You want me, too, don't you?" Milt rasped.

Jody's head moved up and down. She was astride his legs, now, her middle moving toward the erect shaft, which pointed at her aching opening. He grasped her hips and, guiding himself with one hand, pulled her onto him. She gasped as the flared tip parted her vaginal lips and glided into her.

"Ohh!" she moaned, sinking down onto him. Indescribable sensations ripped through her as she impaled herself on her customer's swollen shaft, which spread her, stretched her, and filled her more than she'd ever been filled. Finally, her buttocks were pressed against his thighs and his huge column was crammed all the way into her! She'd never experienced anything this fantastic!

It had been a long time since Milt had made love with a woman as tight and beautiful as the one whose vagina now enveloped his cock. He began rocking his hips, thrusting his swollen rod up into the clutching warmth of Jody's tight love channel. He grasped her slim, shapely hips and kept grinding into her, savoring the wonderful friction as the walls of her snug channel dragged along his erection.

The movement of the man's swollen cock gave Jody feelings she never imagined possible. She didn't believe she could feel any better than she had a few minutes earlier when her passion exploded on his fingers, but now she knew that was just an appetizer! She didn't ever want these exquisite feelings to stop! Her head lolled on her shoulders and her fine breasts bobbed softly as Milt thrust forcefully into her. Tighter and tighter passion coiled inside her, ecstasy building upon ecstasy. She'd never felt this good!

"It's going to happen again!" she thought, as she felt the first stirrings of orgasm approach. "My Lord! He's going to make me come again!"

Milt couldn't wait. What he was experiencing was too good, too exciting, too intense; and he'd waited too long! Electric sensations, so intense they were almost painful, exploded through his body with surprising intensity. "Gaaaaa!" he cried, erupting, powerfully, pumping what seemed like an endless supply of hot, opalescent fluid into the young woman's body.

Jody felt the hot fluids gushing into her and dropped over the edge into a kaleidoscope of ecstasy.

"Ohh!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohh! Ohhh! Yes!" Her pelvis continued grinding against Milt's until they were both spent, then she collapsed into his arms, her head again on his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt brushed against her bare breasts. She couldn't remember ever being more satisfied. He was still hard, still buried deep inside her.

Jody lay in her customer's arms and felt his penis shrink, then slide from her body with a tickle. They were finished.

Milt was too spent to do much of anything, so he held her. After resting in his arms a bit, she stirred, then slid off him. Taking a towel, she cleaned herself off, then him, and both of them got dressed. Milt followed her out to the front of the beauty salon and sat down in the chair. Jody, as if nothing unusual had happened, put the cover back over him and proceeded with his haircut. When she was done, she held a mirror up to show him how it looked.

"That's fine," Milt said, smiling, "I'm really very satisfied."

He got out of the chair and Jody finished brushing clipped hair off him, then they walked to the desk, where he paid her for his haircut and shampoo, and added a generous tip.

"Would you like to schedule another appointment?" she asked.

"I think that would be a good idea," Milt said.

"In four weeks," Jody said, handing him a card. "I've put you down for the same time as today. You'll be my last customer."

"I'd like that," Milt said. He took the card and left.

Chapter 02: Young Neighbor.

When they reach the age of puberty and their sexual juices start flowing, most young men's thoughts turn to older women. Sometimes they get a crush on a teacher, a neighbor or, perhaps, an older girl in school. Usually, these crushes don't amount to anything. Once in a while, they do.

In literature and film younger man/older woman romances have provided the basis of some memorable stories. Mrs. Robinson became a household word after seducing young Benjamin in "The Graduate." "Tea and Sympathy," with Deborah Kerr and John Kerr, is an affecting tale of a young man/older woman romance, and, of course, there's "The Summer of '42."

I think just such a relationship might be going on right here on Pleasant Street. A young man named Donnie Perkins lives just down the street from me and a very attractive woman named Melinda Williams lives across the street. Donnie spends a lot of time at the Williams house when Melinda is home alone and I've always wondered if something might be going on.

Melinda Williams is a lot younger than her husband and is something of a "trophy bride" She hasn't been getting along with her husband for some time. She's a passionate woman, and her unfulfilling sex life may have led to fantasies. Those fantasies could be about one of her Pleasant Street neighbors, a nice-looking young man named Donnie Perkins.

Suppose Donnie has fantasies about her, too. And suppose a twist of fate makes it possible for Donnie and Melinda to live out their fantasies. Would they?

Like the story about what happened in the beauty shop, I'm not sure the tale I'm about to tell you actually took place, but it could have...

Melinda

Eighteen year-old Donnie Perkins gaped when Melinda Williams walked into his bedroom, her beautiful body barely concealed by a filmy black negligee.. It was obvious Mrs. Williams wore absolutely nothing under the negligee.

"Mrs. Williams!" he gulped.

"Yes, Donnie?" she purred.

He couldn't talk and couldn't take his eyes off her body. It was fantastic! Better than he dreamed it would be.

"Do you like my outfit?" Melinda asked. She turned so he could see all of her.

"Um hum," Donnie responded. He couldn't talk, but he could make sounds. An erection swelled in the tight confines of his shorts.

Mrs. Williams walked toward him. As she did, her breasts bobbed, and the robe fell open. Donnie thought he'd explode. Mrs. Williams was letting him see her naked!

"Do you think I'm beautiful, Donnie?" Melinda asked as she moved closer to the bed where he lay.

"Yes, ma'am," Donnie replied, relieved he could talk again.

"Would you like to make love with me?" she whispered.

Would he! Donnie's vocal cords were paralyzed. He tried to reply, but couldn't. He nodded.

"That's nice, Donnie," Mrs. Williams whispered and knelt next to the bed. "I think you're very sexy. I've wanted to make love with you for a long time."

"Oh God!" Donnie thought. "After dreaming about this all these years it's really going to happen!"

Mrs. Williams unzipped his shorts and took out the lad's swollen penis. "Oh, Donnie," she murmured, stroking it. "Donnie! Donnie! Donnie!"

**********

"Donnie! Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to get up!" a voice, not Mrs. Williams's, called. Donnie opened his eyes and looked around. He was in his own bed, in his own house. Disappointed, he realized it was his mother calling his name, not Mrs. Williams. He picked up his eyeglasses from the bedside table, put them on, and looked down at his middle. A rigid erection tented the bedcovers and his hand was stroking it.

"Damn!" he muttered, disappointed. "Why couldn't Mom have let me sleep a little longer? It really would have been wonderful to finish that dream."

The young man struggled to his feet and stretched, then went into the bathroom. He showered, dressed, and went downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen, getting breakfast.

"I thought you were going to sleep all day," his mother said. "Remember, you have to mow Williams' lawn today."

"Yeah, I remember," Donnie grumbled. If he wasn't going to get to make love with Mrs. Williams, at least he'd get to see her.

Donnie was a senior in high school and had a crush on their attractive neighbor ever since he realized girls were delightfully different from boys. In his opinion, the auburn-haired woman who lived across the street was the sexiest female in the whole world.

Melinda Williams and her husband were friends of Donnie's parents and, ever since he was old enough, he mowed Williams' lawn and did odd jobs for them. He didn't mind. They paid him extremely well, but he'd have gladly worked for them free so he could hang around their house and gaze at the object of his fantasies.

Donnie finished his breakfast and got up. "Guess I better get started," he told his mother.

"Will you be home for lunch?" his mother asked.

"Probably not," he said. "You know Mrs. Williams. She thinks she has to feed me when I work over there."

"All right, then," his mother said. "Remember, your father and I are going up to Aunt Abigail's for the weekend, so you'll be on your own until Sunday night. Make sure you eat and get enough sleep."

"Aw, Mom," Donnie said. He turned and walked out the door. He crossed the street to the Williams place and went around to the back door. He knocked and Melinda came to the door, wearing a form-fitting tank top and equally snug jeans. Donnie felt his chest tighten. He knew Mrs. Williams was a lot younger than his Mom and she was a whole lot sexier, too!

"Donnie!" Melinda said, her soft and husky, "Hi." She smiled at him warmly. She liked her young neighbor and enjoyed having him around. He had short brown hair, a pleasant face, wore glasses, and was a little pudgy, but he had always been very polite and she'd known for years how much he adored her.

"Ah, I'm here to cut the grass," Donnie said.

"I'm glad. It sure needs it," Melinda replied.

Donnie went to the garage, got out the mower, and began to work. Even though a huge in-ground pool in their back yard took up a lot of area, the Williams property was big, with a lot of grass to mow. He hoped that, like other times he mowed the yard, Mrs. Williams would come out and lounge around the pool. Donnie saved the area near the pool until last, so if Mrs. Williams came out, he'd be able to watch her.

All morning he worked without seeing Mrs. Williams. He'd cut everything but the grass near the pool and was starting to feel disappointed. Maybe she wasn't going to come out today. But, when he'd about given up hope, she came out and waved to him. He turned off the mower.

"Lunch time!" Mrs. Williams called.

Donnie went in the house, washed his hands, and sat down at the kitchen table. Mrs. Williams, as usual, had enough food for three people. He ate ravenously. Smiling, Melinda watched him as he ate.

"Had enough?" she asked when he finished.

"Heck, yes," he replied. "I'm stuffed." He sat back in his chair.

"It's nice to have you here," she said. "You make me feel like my cooking is special."

"Ah, it is. It's really good!" Donnie told her. He wasn't lying. Melinda Williams wasn't just gorgeous, she was a fine cook, too.

"You're quite the flatterer," Melinda said. She smiled and blushed a little. Donnie thought it made her even more beautiful. "You've grown into quite a handsome young man," she continued, "It seems like just yesterday you started doing our lawn."

Donnie felt himself get hot. He knew he was blushing, and felt very, very uncomfortable.

"Ah...I guess I, ah, better get back to the yard," he stammered. He pushed himself away from the table and got up. "Thanks for lunch."

"You're welcome, Donnie," Melinda said.

Donnie resumed mowing and eventually the section around the pool was all that remained to be done. Filled with anticipation, he watched for Mrs. Williams, hoping she'd come out for some sun. He kept looking toward the house. At one point he almost drove the mower into the flowerbed. His hopes were finally realized when Melinda Williams emerged from the house and started for the pool.

Donnie almost fell off the mower when he saw that Mrs. Williams was wearing a tiny white string bikini that left very little to the imagination. His breath caught and his heart started to pound. Mrs. Williams's body was even more fantastic than he'd imagined! He gulped and kept staring in her direction.

Melinda Williams walked toward the pool slowly, her heart pounding, extremely conscious of her young admirer's wide-eyed gaze. What Donnie didn't know was that she'd been fantasizing about him, too. Her husband, Tom, spent a lot of time away on business trips and their sex life, never all that great, had fallen off to almost nothing. She couldn't remember the last time she and Tom had made love. Every time her young neighbor came over and followed her every move with his adoring eyes, Melinda experienced a thrill. She was only twenty-five, barely seven years older than the teenager who worked for them. She carried just under a hundred and thirty pounds on her five foot eight inch frame. Her breasts were firm and filled the 34C bras she wore just fine. Her waist remained a tidy twenty-four inches and her hips retained the same thirty-three inch measurement they'd had in high school. She hadn't been able to bear children and worked out regularly, so her stomach remained nearly flat and had no stretch marks. She wore her long mass of wild, wavy hair bleached into a golden blonde hue. For her trip to the pool, she had it tied up and held in place with a spring clip.

"Maybe," she often thought, "Donnie would like to help me do something about my frustrations." Then, feeling guilty, she would force the thoughts from her mind. Until the next time the young man came over.

She bought the swimsuit - far more daring than any suit she'd ever dared buy before - for the express purpose of breaking through Donnie's reserve. She got it out every time he came over that summer, but she'd never worn it before today. The reality was she was afraid to wear the suit and to come on to Donnie. What if he didn't respond to her advances? Rejection by her husband was bad enough; rejection by Donnie would crush her.

Today was different. Screwing up her courage, Melinda put the suit on and went outside. "Too late to turn back now," she thought as she walked down the back steps and started across the lawn toward the pool. She could feel herself trembling and her heart was pounding. What if Donnie didn't find her attractive? She felt like running back into the house and changing, but didn't. At last she reached the pool and laid down on a chaise lounge, surprised to discover she was filled with anticipation and growing excitement.

Donnie waved to Mrs. Williams. She waved back and he almost ran the lawnmower into a flowerbed again. He felt his penis begin to swell in the tight confines of his jeans. Moving closer and closer, he finished the lawn, keeping an eye on the lovely woman the whole time.

Melinda watched him, smiling. She giggled softly when she saw how disconcerted he was. Her daring suit was having the desired effect. Perhaps she had been right to buy it. Maybe something would happen. She was surprised how warm she felt. Lying in the sun usually didn't warm her this much.

Donnie finished mowing, put the mower away, washed his hands, and walked back to the pool. He was having trouble breathing, and he had problems walking, too. He shouldn't have worn such a tight pair of jeans. When he got to the pool, he sat in one of the lawn chairs next to where Mrs. Williams lay and continued to gaze at her.

"All done with the mowing?" Melinda asked.

"Yeah," Donnie replied. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The top of her suit barely covered her breasts - which he'd fondled so often in his dreams - and the tiny bottom showed him reality was far more exciting than fantasy. Her beautifully tanned skin gleamed with a slight film of perspiration.

"Do you like my new suit?" Melinda asked softly.

"Um, ah, yeah! I-I sure do!" Donnie replied. His voice sounded funny to him. He should be coming on like a suave dude and he sounded like Alvin the Chipmunk. Swell!

"This is the first time I've worn it," Melinda told him.

Donnie sat and stared at her. His penis hurt from the way his pants cut across it and he was sweating. He grabbed the arms of the chair to keep her from seeing that his hands were shaking.

"Donnie, would you do me a favor?" she asked.

"I'd kill for you. I'd move mountains, I'd swim the English Channel!" Donnie thought. "Um...ah...sure," he stammered.

"I can't reach my back to put on suntan lotion," Melinda said. "Could you do it for me?"

"She wants me to touch her!" Donnie thought. His rigid cock jumped in his pants. Hands shaking, he picked up the tanning lotion, fumbled with the cap, finally got it open, and squeezed some lotion onto his hands. Rubbing it between his hands to warm it, he moved toward the alluring woman.

Melinda watched - fascinated and excited - while Donnie blundered with the lotion container. "He's more nervous than I am!" she realized with pleasure. She rolled on her belly, waiting, and almost jumped out of her skin when his hand made contact with her back and he began to gently massage the oily fluid into her skin. Every place Donnie touched her tingled. She began to quiver with passion.

Donnie felt Mrs. Williams trembling and pulled his hand away quickly. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No! No!" Melinda replied quickly. "It's fine." She didn't want to break the delicious spell she could feel developing.

Donnie's hand resumed sliding over her back, with circular motions, caressing her, exciting her.

"That feels so good, Donnie," Melinda murmured. "I'm glad you were here. I hate having an uneven tan."

Donnie kept massaging the oil into her skin. He had no idea touching a woman could make you feel as good as this. His penis kept swelling and straining against his shorts. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to get up and leave. Maybe, if he took a quick swim, the damn thing would go down.

Melinda wasn't the first female Donnie had touched, but this was different. She was an adult and she was beautiful. Her skin was so soft, so supple, and so warm. He'd fantasized about her for so long...

Donnie's touch was incredibly soft and light and soon Melinda was bubbling with excitement and anticipation. Tom never made her feel like this, even when they were younger! It was as if Donnie were touching her insides as well as her skin. Her body seethed and simmered with need. She knew the young man was going to run out of places to put lotion if she didn't do something soon. As nervous as he was, he clearly wasn't about to go beyond her back.

"Would you do my legs, too, Donnie?" she asked.

"Um, yeah, sure," Donnie said. He complied gratefully. He didn't want to stop touching her any more than she wanted him to.

"What am I going to do when he's finished with my legs?" Melinda thought, afraid that when he was done applying the lotion, Donnie would leave.

"Mowing the grass is hot work," she said. "Would you like something cold to drink?"

Donnie, who felt as if he were about to have heat stroke, gulped and said, "Yeah, you want me to go in the house and get something?"

"I have to get some things anyway," Melinda said as she rose gracefully to her feet. "Come on." She started toward the house.

Donnie struggled to his feet, tried to get his rigid dick arranged comfortably, and followed her. The undulations of Mrs. Williams's firm, well-shaped buttocks as she walked ahead of him did little to ease his discomfort. Hell, the bikini bottom was so skimpy he could see her ass crack!

In the kitchen, Melinda got two cans of soda out of the refrigerator and handed one to Donnie. Their hands brushed and she jumped at the electric jolt she received from his touch.

Melinda looked at the young man carefully. He was quite handsome, and although he wasn't an athlete, he wasn't in bad shape. "Melinda, this is wrong!" a voice inside her warned. She ignored the voice and forced herself to smile. "Have you got a steady girl, Donnie?" she asked.

"Ah, no, not really," Donnie replied. "I date some, but there's nobody special."

"I bet a good-looking guy like you doesn't have problems getting dates, do you?" Melinda purred.

"Um, no, not really," Donnie muttered. He was sure his jeans were getting tighter. He had to do something. His prick hurt. As tight as his pants were, they'd probably cut off the circulation to his cock, and he had a pretty good idea that wouldn't be too good for him. "Ah, can...can I use the bathroom, Mrs. Williams?" he asked.

"Certainly," Melinda replied. "You know where it is." She'd seen the swelling in the young man's crotch when he came into the house and it excited her. He looked huge! She watched him walk out of the kitchen and heard him go up the stairs. If she was going to get what she wanted, now was the time to act. She put her soda down and followed him.

Donnie was in agony. Once he got in the bathroom, he unzipped his jeans and freed his erect penis. It stood out in front of him, harder, more swollen than he ever remembered it being. He grasped it gently and groaned with pleasure. Glistening drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip as his hand began moving up and down on it. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Melinda Williams's hand, not his, stroking his cock.

"Oh! Melinda, Melinda! Yes!" he moaned softly.

The object of his fantasies stood outside the bathroom door listening to his moans and fervent pleas. Her hand started to move toward the doorknob but stopped. "What do you think you're doing?" the voice of her conscience demanded. "Do you really want to act like a slut, a bitch in heat with no morals?" The thought had the same effect as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on her. She pulled her hand back, as if the bathroom doorknob was red-hot, then she turned and bolted across the hall and into her bedroom, uttering a soft groan as she did. In her bedroom, she threw herself on the bed and began to sob. What had her life come to? Did she have to throw herself at teenage boys in order to get sexual satisfaction? Wracking sobs of shame and frustration shook her.