A New Beginning Ch. 1
I was not an ambitious young man. After high school, I could not find a good
full-time job. I entered the U.S. Army and retired after serving 20 years at
army bases in the USA, and in Germany and Korea. Soon after I retired from the
army, my marriage to an ambitious and beautiful lady ended in divorce.
My wife, Betty, was a nurse and got a job wherever we moved to. She got
tired of moving around and my low ambition. I longed to return to civilian life.
We did not have any children of our own. We adopted a girl in Korea. My wife and
I had an amicable divorce; Betty got custody of our daughter.
I have been
working as a building maintenance supervisor in one of the local elementary
schools. I did most small repairs myself and called a contractor for large jobs.
I am enjoying working in the school; I love the kids and the dedicated teachers
who do not get paid what they really deserve. I got to sort of know most
teachers, but rarely had a chance to talk to many of them.
While fixing
a leaky drinking water fountain one morning, I met Beverly Windsor, a
fourth-grade teacher for the first time. She had short, light brown hair, and a
beautiful face with large green eyes hidden by large red-framed glasses. She was
about 5 ft 2 in, and 115 lb. She dressed in a loose fitting and conservative
dress that came below her knees; it did not reveal much of her figure. I noticed
that she had nice legs and ankles.
She introduced herself to me, “Hi, I’m
Bev Windsor. My room is across the hall. I need to ask you a
favor.”
“Sure Bev, I am Jack Turner. I have been working here for about a
year. How can I help you?”
“I have couple of small projects at home. I am
hoping that you can help. My husband is unable to make repairs at
home.”
“Sure, Bev, I will be glad to take a look. I will help if I
can.”
Bev wrote her phone number and handed it to me, “Here is my phone
number. Please call me in the evening.”
Next day evening, when I called
Bev’s phone number, a weak male voice answered the phone, “Windsor
residence.”
“Hi, this is Jack Turner from the school. May I speak with
Bev, please?”
“Sure, hold on a second.” I could hear the man calling Bev
to the phone, mentioning my name. I also heard him wheezing.
After a few
moments, I heard Bev’s voice, “Hi Jack. Thanks for calling. I need your help
fixing couple of leaky faucets in the house and a garden hose. I will gladly pay
you for your work.”
I said, “Sounds to me like they are small jobs. When
can I come to work on them?”
“If possible, please come tomorrow
evening.”
Next day evening, I took my toolbox and drove to Bev’s home.
Bev and Earl were friendly people. He was frail, and coughed and wheezed almost
continuously. Periodically, he was breathing Oxygen from a small cylinder. He
seemed to be about 70, while Bev seemed to be about 50. Bev was dressed in a
pink short-sleeve blouse, jeans, and sandals. She looked very alluring,
particularly her large boobs protruded out prominently. She had slim arms and
forearms, and delicate hands. She had on bright red lipstick and painted
toenails. I smelled her light perfume every time she came close to
me.
The plumbing problems were indeed not complicated, torn washers that
I fixed in about 30 min. “Earl and Bev, the jobs I did are too small for me to
charge you. I had the right tools and they were easy to fix.”
Earl said,
“At least have a cup of coffee and a piece of carrot cake Bev made earlier. You
helped us save a lot of hot water.”
I accepted their offer. I stayed for
another hour or so. Over the cup of coffee and cake, I found out that Earl had
been an accountant and retired about ten years ago. I told them of my service in
the army and my fondness for the school children.
Bev looked very
attractive in the pink blouse. She had a nice smile and an easy laugh. I was
drawn to her, but I knew she was a married woman. I always kept away from
married women, however attractive they were. But, I never met a woman as
beautiful and voluptuous as Bev, either married or unmarried.
Earl
explained, “I smoked cigars and a pipe for a long time going over books before
computers became part of our lives. I was under the delusion that I was not
inhaling the tobacco smoke. I retired because of emphysema. My medical insurance
policy is good. Bev's policy is a bonus; it pays for most of my
prescriptions.”
Bev and Earl, and I became friends. I learned that Earl
was a widower and Bev was a divorcee when they met. He was about 20 years older
than her. Whenever we ran into each other at school, Bev and I talked to each
other. Because Earl was incapacitated, I continued helping them with small
chores, especially lifting heavy items and doing minor repairs. I cleaned their
pool that was three to five feet deep and about 15 feet long. Their backyard was
surrounded by various bushes and offered considerable privacy for using the
pool. Bev continued to ask me to help with various chores at her home, with
Earl's concurrence, if not his permission. I visited them several times during
weekdays after dinner. Couple of times I was sure that I smelled alcohol on
Earl's breath.
One day, Earl said, "You have been helping us quite a bit.
How about having dinner with us on Thursday night?”
I replied, “Sure
Earl, if it is ok with Bev. I am sure Bev is a great cook. Can I bring
something, say a bottle of wine?”
Earl replied, “Bev already agreed to
have you as our dinner guest. Bev loves wine, semi-dry Riesling is her favorite.
I prefer martinis with olives.”
Bev added, “Earl likes martinis made with
Bombay gin, with as little vermouth as possible.”
On the way to the front
door, Bev whispered to me, “Earl is not holding his martinis as well as he used
to. Sometimes, he passes out in his Laz-y-Boy chair and sleeps their till
dawn.”
Part 2
On Thursday evening, Bev's face looked
beautiful in dangling gold pierced earrings and a necklace with a heart shaped
pendant encrusted with diamonds. She served tossed salad, baked chicken, cooked
green beans, and rolls. I opened the chilled bottle of wine I had picked up on
the way to their home, and poured a glass each for Bev and me. Earl started on
his second martini.
I helped Earl from his chair to the dinner table. He
seemed all right as we talked about the beautiful weather we have been having.
Occasionally, Bev and I talked about the happenings in school. Earl continued to
drink and was inebriated by the end of dinner; his speech was quite slurred. Bev
was right; he was not able to hold his martinis well.
Bev and I helped
Earl to his Laz-y-Boy chair. Soon Earl was snoring. I carried the dirty plates
and serving dishes to the kitchen. I offered to help Bev wash the dishes, but
she said she only has to rinse the plates and load the dishwasher. It was
inevitable that there was inadvertent contact between us. Once I felt Bev's
boobs brush against my arm. Immediately, I got a hard-on. My cock lump was very
obvious. I saw Bev stare at my crotch couple of times when she thought I was not
noticing her. The third time Bev looked into my eyes, smiled, and blushed
intensely. I smiled back.
Later, Bev said, “Jack, if you are free on
Saturday, come about 5 p.m. You can swim for an hour or so and have dinner with
us.”
That night, I jacked off imagining fucking Bev doggy style. I
avoided Bev most of Friday at school. Just after school ended, Bev opened my
office door and said, “Jack, don’t forget to bring your swimming trunks
tomorrow!” Before I could reply, she was gone.
I kept busy Saturday
morning and afternoon working at school, and cleaning my apartment. Later, on my
way to the Windsors, I picked up a bottle of semi-dry Riesling and a box of
chocolates. Earl and Bev greeted me warmly on the patio. Earl was dressed in
shorts and a tee shirt; he sat in an upholstered rocking chair. Bev had on a
terrycloth robe that came to her knees. She wore sandals. Her toenails were
painted red.
“I am making drinks: a martini for Earl and a gin-tonic for
myself. What would you like?”
“I will have a gin-tonic too, with a twist
of lime.”
Bev smiled and nodded her head, “You can change into your
swimming trunks in the powder room.”
When I came back in my swimming
trunks, Bev was already in the pool. I sat next to Earl, who was sipping his
martini. I took a sip of my gin-tonic. I felt invigorated. Bev called out, “Jack
bring me my drink. Get in the pool for a swim.” I nodded. As Bev reached up to
take her drink, I could see her slim, well-formed arms, and her cleavage. She
was wearing a blue-green suit that had pink flowers. My cock got hard looking at
her voluptuous body. I stepped into the cool water, but my hard on did not
subside. I swam couple of laps, stopped and sipped my drink; Bev did the same. I
saw Earl going inside the house to fix himself another martini.
Bev said,
“You look good in your swimming trunks.”
I blushed and said, “What ever
I can see of you looks very good too. Can I see all of your suit?”
She
blushed, swam to the side of the pool, and sat on the ledge of the pool with
legs crossed. I whispered, “Bev you are a beautiful and voluptuous woman.” I
looked at the house to see if Earl had come back.
Bev said, “Earl will
not come out. I’m sure he is in the Laz-y-Boy chair drinking his Martini.” She
smiled mischievously and slowly opened her knees. I could see the wet fabric had
hugged her pussy lips and slit. Still smiling, she said, “Let’s go inside and
get ready for dinner.” She got up, turned, and walked wiggling her ass. She
picked up her towel and robe, winked at me as she dried her hair, and went
inside the house.
After a few minutes, I went to the powder room. I
dried my hair and body with a towel, and was about to put on my underwear, when
there was a soft knock on the door. Bev, now in her robe, walked in, grabbed my
cock and planted a juicy kiss on my mouth. I reached under her robe, cupped her
bra-covered left boob, and her panty-covered ass with the other hand. I wanted
more, but Bev wiggled away, saying, “Time for dinner. See you in a
minute.”
I put on my shorts, short-sleeve golf shirt, and went to the
dining room. I helped Earl sit at the dinner table. Bev was dressed in a white
sleeve-less blouse and a wrap-around denim skirt. I poured Bev and I a glass of
wine. Earl wanted a sip of Bev’s Riesling wine. Reluctantly, she offered him her
glass. Earl drained it!
Bev cut his steak and fed him a few pieces. Earl
opened his eyes occasionally and smiled at Bev. He was really not there, a
combination of old age and inebriation. Afraid that Earl may choke on a piece of
meat, Bev and I helped him to the Laz-y-Boy chair. I filled Bev’s wine glass.
She took couple of sips and sighed deeply, touched my hand, looked into
my eyes and said, “Jack I am glad you are here. You have been of big help. Earl
has weakened a lot the last few weeks.” She then looked into the living room and
said wistfully, “He will sleep there most of the night. He seems to be happy and
content.”
We ate our dinner in silence. I had one glass of wine, but Bev
had two; she needed it. I helped Bev clean up the dinner table and load the
dishwasher. She giggled every time we made contact. One time, as I was rinsing
dishes at the sink, Bev hugged me from behind pressing her boobs into my back;
she reached to my crotch and gently grabbed my cock lump. I wanted to turn
around and crush her in my arms, but Earl’s presence in the living room deterred
me. While Bev was rinsing a plate, I went behind her and pressed my rigid cock
into Bev’s cushiony ass. She smiled and cooed softly, “That’s nice. Jack, we are
almost done cleaning up. You take our wine glasses and go to the Lanai. It’s a
beautiful night. I will join you after I pee.”
Part 3
I sat
in a lawn sofa built for three persons. Bev came in, closed the sliding door
behind her, and turned on one of the outside floodlights. The pool was in the
light, but we were in the dark area. She sat next to me for a minute, turned
towards me, kissed me passionately pushing her tongue in my mouth. I held her
waist and pulled her into my lap. I groped her boobs. Bev was not wearing a bra!
We continued kissing as I held her face and then her ass.
Bev grabbed my
cock lump and whispered, “This lump means you like me. Don't you find me too old
for you? I am at least ten years older than you!” “Bev, you are a beautiful
woman. I discovered today that you are also a voluptuous woman. I love the way
you feel and smell”
Bev looked into my eyes, “Love me Jack. I’m yours.” I
lifted her blouse and played with her boobs for several minutes. They were
pendulous with large nipples.
“Jack, I love the way you play with my
boobs. You are like a kid who has not been breast-fed for days. It has been a
long time since anyone played with them. But, I don't want to remove my bra and
bare my boobs completely. I will bare them for you indoors. Please
understand.”
Without interrupting my sucking of Bev's nipples, I mumbled,
“Umphh, Ok.”
Bev continued to moan. She threw her head back, closed her
eyes, grasped my head, “It feels so good. Keep sucking them. Ohhhhh. I love
it.”
I knew Bev was close to cumming. I nudged her off of me, got up, and
made her sit on the wicker chair. Bev looked at me in surprise, but without
saying any thing, I placed a cushion on the floor and fell on my knees. I pushed
her blouse up. Bev smiled as I kissed her mouth while massaging her boobs. She
looked beautiful under the dim light. The sheen of perspiration on her face and
boobs further added to the erotic image.
I lifted each of them gently and
kissed them. I resumed sucking her nipples one at a time, much to Bev's delight.
Bev mumbled, “They grew couple of sizes since I turned 45.”
Bev giggled,
when I said, “Lucky me! They look and taste like ripe juicy fruit! I am
grateful.”
While suckling on Bev's left nipple, I placed my right hand on
her right knee and slowly moved it to her crotch. Her panties were soaked with
pussy nectars. She moaned when I rubbed her wet panty-covered pussy. I parted
her skirt, looked into her eyes reassuringly, and slowly lowered my face. I
inhaled the combined fragrances of Bev's pussy juice, perfume, and perspiration.
Bev shuddered when I started licking and gently sucking her juice-covered
panties.
Bev mumbled, “It's so dirty there. I have been leaking for a
while. But it feels wonderful. Ohhh, Jack, I love it.”
I stopped sucking
and kissed Bev passionately on her mouth. Bev said, “Interesting flavors. I
never tasted my own juices. You are making me do naughty things.”
I
smiled, and said, “Please take of your panties. I want to eat you, your
pussy.”
“But, it's dirty. No one has done that me.”
“Most people
are doing it now a days, especially the young. You will enjoy it. I will get
great pleasure doing it too.”
Bev stood up. With my help, she removed her
panties, but kept on the wrap-around skirt. She then said, “Let me check on
Earl. I will be right back.”
A few moments later, Bev returned, sat in
the chair, “Thank goodness he is sleeping like a baby. Now, what were we doing?
Umm. Yes, you wanted to suck my pussy, you naughty man.”
I slowly lifted
Bev's legs on to my shoulders, rubbed my face into her pubes and pussy. Her
pubes were quite long, but curly. Even in the dim light, her opened pussy
glistened with her juices. I licked Bev's clit couple of times, pressed my
flattened tongue on it and moved it up and down. Bev began whimpering
incoherently. I started to suck her clit, release it, move down to her cunt and
suck there. I pinched her nipples. Her juices became slicker, and she started
cumming. Her cunt spasmed and pulsated, and her body convulsed. I felt her clit
pulsing on my lips.
Bev bit the back of her hand as she whimpered,
“Sweet lord. This is incredible. Ohhhhhhhh. Fuckkkkkkkk.”
Bev pushed my
head away, got up, “That’s enough for now. Let's go inside. It's getting cool
here.”
I followed her. She picked up her stained panties, turned off the
floodlight, and said, “Let's go to the game room in the basement.”
I
realized that she did not want to take a chance on Earl waking up and catching
us fucking.
She gave me her stained panties, “Take these to the
basement. I will be back in a minute. She sent me to the basement and went
stealthily to check on Earl.
Bev locked the door at the top of the stairs
and met me in the game room that was lighted with fluorescent and recessed
lamps. There was a pool table in the middle and several chairs along the walls.
There were no windows.
Bev turned off the fluorescent lights, and said,
“He's sleeping soundly. Now, take off your shorts and underwear.” She grinned
and blushed when she saw me sniffing her panties; she gently took them away and
threw them towards the laundry room.
My cock stuck out like a flagpole,
twitching periodically. Bev grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and whispered, “Your
hard-on means you like me. I like you too.” Squeezing my cock harder, she said,
“You have gotten divorced recently. But, has your cock, contracted anything I
should worry about? I do not want any STDs.”
I replied, “Bev, I did not
go out much since my divorce; couple of lunch dates. I have not been intimate
with anyone since my divorce. I am disease free”
Bev nodded, knelt down
and touched my cock head. In awe she said, “He's leaking too!” She scooped and
stretched the stringy precum.
She giggled, “I'm yours. Tell me what I
should do.”
I grabbed Bev's blouse; she helped me lift it off of her; I
removed her wrap-around skirt. I threw the clothes away, hugged her and kissed
her passionately. I wanted to fuck her badly.
Bev sensed my urgency, and
said softly, “I have not made love for at least three years. I have used a
vibrator once in a while. Please be patient.”
I nodded and said, “You can
control by sitting in my lap facing me. But, first let me hug you some more. You
are a voluptuous woman, and I want to touch and feel you.”
I hugged her
from behind, nuzzled her neck, poked my stiff cock into her ass crevice, and
squeezed her boobs. Bev lifted her arms to give me unfettered access to her
magnificent boobs. Bev's perfume and body odors were added intoxicants.
I
sat in a low chair and Bev straddled me. “Now aim my cock at your cunt, er
vagina, and ease it in slowly. You are well lubricated. My cock will go in
easily.”
Bev did as I suggested and sat in my lap with my cock deep in
her. “Relax for a few minutes. Let your cunt walls adjust to my cock. When you
feel like it, you can slide up and down on my cock.”
Bev said, “I wish
there was a mirror to watch us make love.”
“I can bring one and install
it here.”
Bev giggled, “Ok. That will add to our excitement.” She
continued, “By the way, my first husband, Ed, made me wear sexy lingerie. But,
Earl is not into them. I saved them as memorabilia.”
I said, “If it's an
offer to model them for me, I accept.”
I hugged her, crushing her boobs
against my chest. Bev kissed me passionately, sucking my tongue. She also
started squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles.
She said, “Again, I
wish we could see ourselves wrapped in each other's arms in a mirror.”
I
was close to cumming. My precum was flowing out of my cock almost continuously.
I wanted to fuck her and cum in her. So, I said, “Bev, I will be gentle, but I
want to fuck you on the pool table.” She nodded shyly.
I told Bev, “Hold
on to my neck and shoulders with your arms, and my waist with your legs. I will
carry you to the pool table. It's only a few feet.” She giggled and
nodded.
I carried her to the pool table and gently placed her on the
edge. Bev laid back on the smooth pool surface. It was perfect height. I could
see Bev's boobs jiggling and my cock going in and out of her cunt. I then lifted
Bev's legs over my shoulders and my cock went even deeper into Bev's belly. I
was too excited. My cum boiled over and, while holding on to Bev's magnificent
boobs, I spurted several times in her cunt.
A New Beginning Ch. 1
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