It was my senior year in high school and I was but 18 years old. I was living in a garage apartment behind my parents’ house and I thought I was so hip. The window over my bed looked right into my neighbor’s house.
My neighbor was my best friend’s mom. The year was ’59 and she had been widowed for eight years. Her name was Marilou and she was a very attractive woman. I spent most of my spare time peeping in her windows, trying to get a look at her in her bathrobe.
One day, I was sitting outside the garage dribbling a basketball when her Buick pulled up in her driveway and Marilou got out and began to unload groceries from the trunk. I walked over and offered some assistance. She put two bags in my arms and said, “Follow me.”
I followed her into her kitchen and helped her put the things away. When she offered me a Coca Cola, I took the drink and followed her into the front room.
I watched as Marilou settled into a comfortable chair, and I made myself at home directly across from her right on the floor with my back against the long couch. Of course, I had a reason for sitting on the floor. Marilou had great legs, and I had only one thing on my mind: I was hoping to get a peek under her skirt, and, of course, hoping not to get caught.
Marilou had a great figure altogether. She had to be about 40 or so. She was just ten feet from me, and her stocking clad legs were crossed at the knee. What a beautiful sight! She sipped her coffee while I drank my Coke. Then she crossed her legs the other way! From where I was sitting, I could see all the way up. What turned me on the most was the soft skin above her dark brown stocking tops.
I was being careful not to get caught looking. I purposely looked elsewhere, except when she was crossing and uncrossing and, even then, only after checking to make sure she wasn’t looking at me. Only when she was looking away could I feast my eyes on the garter strap, long and white, that stretched tightly against her bare thigh, holding up her nylons.
Occasionally Marilou moved in her seat. Then I got to see a lot more. She had pink panties on that day what a sight! I wanted to stare up her skirt all day long. I sure took my time drinking that Coke. I thought I was really getting by with something until she said calmly, “Well, do you like what you see?”
I couldn’t answer. I was too busy trying to swallow to keep the Coke bubbles from foaming up my nose.
“Want to see more?” she asked. “A lot more?”
I swallowed and watched Marilou get up. She disappeared into the kitchen. Then a few seconds later she returned. “I just locked the back door,” she said.
I remained on the floor and Marilou stood above me. “Relax,” she said. I thought I must be daydreaming. I was waiting for the part where I wake up and it’s all a dream. I was surprised to see Marilou reach up for her buttons and begin undoing her blouse. I could see the lacy top of a slip, and the straps of her bra beneath. She pulled her blouse completely off and tossed it on a chair. I watched as she removed her black pumps. Her skirt had an elastic band at the waist. Marilou simply pulled it right down to her feet. I was mesmerized.
Through the slip I could see her stockings, garter belt, panties, and bra. I watched as Marilou bent slightly at the waist and, grabbing the lacy hem of her slip, pulled it up to her waist and over her head.
I could not believe what I was seeing. She reached her hands behind her and loosened the hooks on her bra. I couldn’t believe the sight of her breasts real live breasts, my first sight of any. Marilou was perfect. Her nipples were large and dark brown. I didn’t know what to do.
“Do you like?” she asked.
I don’t remember answering her. Maybe I nodded my head. I remember wishing for her to take her panties down. I got my wish. I watched as she pulled them all the way down her legs. At first I couldn’t see anything but her back and the back of her head, then she stood straight up like a goddess. The dark, thick brown hair up between her legs was a shock. Marilou just stood there, allowing me to look my fill. My eyes couldn’t move fast enough to take in her fabulous body. I wanted to commit it to memory. I wanted to relive this moment alone at night in my bed. My ambitions were limited.
“Stand up,” she said. I did so. With her index finger she motioned me over. I remember how wobbly my knees felt. I jerked when she touched me. She didn’t mess around, but went straight for my penis.
Of course, at this point, the only hands that had ever been on my penis were my own. I was overwhelmed. She rubbed me through my pants. We stood face to face and she unbuckled my belt and pulled down the zip with both her hands. Then she pulled my pants down around my knees and came back up to stare into my eyes. I couldn’t look her in the eye, so I closed mine. That’s when I felt her hands slip inside the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts, and my penis was in her grasp.
I had played with myself plenty of times, but this feeling was entirely different. Marilou squeezed and fondled my swollen penis. I felt my foreskin being moved up and down. She was an expert at playing with penises and I had no intention of stopping her. She could play with my penis as long as she liked. With my eyes still closed, I felt her kiss me on the lips. I kissed back. I was afraid that if I opened my eyes I’d find out I was dreaming.
I really don’t remember the exact sequence of events, but somehow I was out of my pants and shorts and on the couch, on top of Marilou. She was soft, and it was pleasant to feel her body undulating under mine. Our arms and legs entwined. We kissed for a very long time.
Once again, I felt Marilou’s hand move between our bodies. I thought for sure I was going to get another good feel. But this time she did something different. With my swollen penis in her hands, she moved my meat to a place it had never been before: a warm hot love tunnel. It felt incredible. We both grew quiet, but not for long. Soon we began to move, up and down, slowly at first. I don’t think two minutes went by before I lost control. I had the most wonderful orgasm, you know the type unlike anything you can give yourself with your own two hands. I was no longer a virgin. Marilou had taken care of that.
The very next day, Marilou gave me another new experience. She took my penis in her mouth. I spilled out on her tummy. By the following week, I’d had my mouth and tongue between her legs. Man, the way she moaned and shook! Thanks Marilou. I’ll never forget you.