A summer to remember

Summer! I love summer and the one I'm going to tell you about was a summer to go down in the annals. I was young, footloose and fancy free, and I was on holiday. I’d better explain. All those years ago, I had been invited to spend the summer holidays with my friend Pete and his parents. He lived in a northern seaside resort and I had just moved from there to a midland industrial city. No contest, I was going! The sea, the sun, the girls… Ah the girls, that also explained why I was laid up in bed, rather than going fishing with Pete and his dad. We'd been out for a bike ride the day before and met a couple of girls. We made friends with them and I asked one of them, Tanya, out on a date. She’d accepted, but hadn’t told me the local gorilla also had his eye on her. He paid me a visit and explained in his own f***eful way, that Tanya was his property. I went back to Petes, slightly concussed and hopping mad, but as the evening progressed, the headache got worse and I was sent to bed. Petes mum came up later to check on me. I must add a little about Pete's parents here. They must have married young, because they only looked in their mid thirties and his mum was delicious. She was tall, with long dark hair which fell to her shoulders, a ready smile and a pretty face. She seemed to have a predilection for low cut blouses, which certainly attracted all the local lads round to Pete's house when his mum was loading the washing machine. Every time she bent forward their heads moved too. Looking back, I realise, she knew exactly what she was doing. But, we were younger then and thought it was just a wonderful sneak show. She had beautiful shapely breasts, and the smooth upper slopes seemed like a promised land. She gave me a drink, a headache tablet, a view down her blouse, and said goodnight. I lay there, wishing, lusting. The following morning I still had a headache, but I got up and dressed, hoping to go on the fishing trip we’d been promised by Pete's dad. Mrs. Sellers was having none of it. “You look far too pale to be going out for the day, get back upstairs and into bed. What ever would I say to your mum, if you were unwell miles from home?” “But…” “She’s right”, Pete's dad said, “better be safe than sorry.” I watched them leave and felt pretty miserable, but went back to my room. I took off my clothes and got back into bed. I must have dozed fitfully for an hour or so, then Mrs. Sellers knocked and came into the room. “Would you like a drink?" “Yes please, it’s very hot isn’t it?" “It sure is. I’ll bring you some cool orange juice.” She left, only to return a moment later with a glass on a tray. It looked delicious. The cold orange juice had caused condensation to form on the outside of the glass. She leaned forward to place it next to me. That's when I noticed her blouse had another button undone and as she bent forward it gaped. I got a full view of her gorgeous breasts. I stared. I couldn’t help it. Did she delay, just for a second, before standing up again? I didn’t know, but all at once my head was full of the thoughts that we were alone in the house, and likely to be so for many hours to come. My cock started to harden at the thought. “Drink it up, if you want some more let me know, okay? “ She smiled and left the room. I took a drink, several in fact, but the thought of her was fixed in my head then. I could see her, naked, stretched out, waiting for me. What were her nipples like? Were they like I imagined? Were they, little hard nubbins that would get harder as I sucked on them? My hand stole downward, and under my shorts. My cock was so hard. I closed my hand around it, gently squeezing and caressing it. I tried to imagine undressing her, unbuttoning her blouse, kissing my way down her neck, the tops of her breasts, undoing her bra and gently lifting it away from her breasts. Then I knew I'd see what I longed to see. I was stroking my cock then, loving myself in a way I had done many times before. It felt wonderful. My fantasy went further. I’d slipped her skirt down and she’d stepped out of it My hand moved faster. I imagined her legs, long, graceful and clad in the softest nylon. Faster. Looking at her thighs, and upwards to her panties--they were pale blue, I’ll never forget that, pale blue and tiny. Just covering her… God, I was close then. I’d start to pull them downward. I was going to come. I was going to… “Are you ok?” her soft voice crashed through my lust filled daydream. Oh my God! She’d come into the room without knocking. I doubled over as if in pain. “Oh, I’ve got dreadful stomach ache.” I'd groaned. “Yes?” “Yes, it’s awful.” She came over and placed her hand on my brow. Her blouse gaped again. Her breasts looked so smooth, so soft, the cleavage so deep. “Hmm, you feel a little – er – hot," I was sure she'd accentuated the last word, leaving me in little doubt as to what she meant. I was terribly unsure of myself, aware of this lovely woman so close, of my own arousal, but I didn’t know what to do about it. She looked down on me and smiled. “Maybe a neck massage will help. I’m sure it’ll get rid of that headache at least, would you like me to try?” “Yes – yes please.” “Okay then, just turn over and lie on your stomach, I’ll be back in a moment.” And without another word, she left me there. I did as I was told and waited. My prick felt like iron. I shifted, trying to find a position more comfortable but inevitably pressed my cock harder into the mattress. The more I moved the worse it got. I heard her footsteps as she returned. “Now," she said. “Just relax. I’m going to just massage your neck and maybe you back a little, okay?” “Sure." “Okay." She peeled back the bedclothes and gently stroked a hand up my back to my neck. “I’m just going to rub some oil onto my hands.” There was a moment's pause then her hand returned, slippery and warm. She slowly stroked around my neck smearing the oil on my skin. It was joined by her other hand and then she began. Her thumbs pressed slightly against may spine as she worked at my neck. She spread her fingers a little and caressed the sides, then let her hands slide down a little way to my shoulders. I was so hard, harder than I had ever been. I was struggling to keep still, I wanted – needed – to thrust into the bed, but just managed to keep control. “Would you like me to do your back too?" she whispered to me. “Yes, oh yes please!” “How’s the head?” “Better, much better thanks.” “Hmm, thought it might be." She chuckled, a low sexy sound. My legs turned to jelly. Her hands headed south, they lingered for a little while between my shoulder blades, but then continued toward my waist. Slowly, smoothly, she worked her way around my waist, then slipped one hand just under the waistband of my sl**ping shorts. I jumped. I couldn’t help it. “Hush, don’t be shy, there’s no need to be.” “But…” “Just relax.” Her hands slipped a little lower and smoothed around my bum cheeks. “You have a nice little bum, you know.” “Er – really?” “Yes, it’s quite a cutie." Again she chuckled and I was left unsure as to what she meant. Was she just k**ding around or did she …? All I knew was that precum was soaking my shorts. I was lost in a haze of lust, but didn’t know what to do. “I’ll do you legs now, eh?” “Yes – please.” “Okay, let's have these covers off you then.” She threw back the sheets and left me fully exposed. All I was wearing were my shorts. She moved to the foot of the bed and there was a moment's pause. A quick glance over my shoulder, and I saw her dribble more baby oil onto her hands. She started at my feet, working the oil into my skin, kneading at me slightly. She worked on my toes, my ankle, then slowly climbed my calves. I was responding. I couldn’t help it, I thrust into the mattress. I’m sure she was watching my bum cheeks flex as I did so, but I was just so excited I couldn’t help it. “Feel good?” “Yes, oh God yes” Her hands were on my thighs, climbing upwards, all pretence of innocence gone. She was intent on seducing me – and I was the worlds most willing victim. “You’re hard aren’t you?” “Er …” “Aren’t you?” she asked, a little more determined. “Yes.” The hands moved to my thighs, stroking me, no longer with any pressure, but with softness and intent--intent on arousing me more. A nail scratched along my inner thigh, I shuddered. “Come on baby, open those legs a bit for me." Her hand pressed against the inside of my thigh, urging them to open for her. I did. Her hands slid even further upwards, under the hem of my shorts, close, so very, very close to my prick. I shifted uncomfortably as the pressure of my erection grew even more. “Okay, turn over now.” I hesitated, scared to allow her to see my arousal, and yet I wanted her to. I knew there would be a huge damp patch in the front of my shorts where the precum had seeped through. She waited, but not for long. Gently she said “Come on, babe, don’t be frightened. I know how you feel, you’re so excited aren’t you, just turn over and let me take you to heaven.” I turn onto my back. My shorts were tenting around my prick, the precum glistened in the shaft of sunlight that caught me. “Oh my”, she said almost reverently. “You are turned on aren’t you." “I’m sorry," I stammered, “I – I can’t help it.” “I know, baby, and now we’re going to help you get that feeling out in the open. I’m going to make you come so hard.” My prick jerked in anticipation, I just groaned. God I needed to get off. “Okay, let's get those shorts off." She grabbed the waistband and just hauled them down. I made a half-hearted grab for them, but missed. They caught on my prick, pulled it upright away from my body, before it slipped back as they were drawn away. It slapped against my stomach and twitched in the shaft of sunlight. Precum drooled from the head. “Mrs. Sellers--” I mumbled, but she placed her finger against my lips. “Hush, I think it’s a bit formal to call me, Mrs. Sellers, now, don’t you? Perhaps you’d better call me Jo, I mean, your stark naked and hard as iron, it would be a shame to need the formality, don’t you think? Now, lie back and relax.” Once more, her hands began their wandering, but that time in a more purposeful way. She slowly traced the area around my cock, so close, but never touching it. She caressed my balls, and I thought I’d gone to Heaven. I reached up to touch her breasts, but she stopped me, brushing my hands away almost angrily. “No. No touching. If you even try to touch me again, it ends that second. I’ll give you pleasure, but you keep your hands to yourself, Do you understand?” I didn’t, but I nodded, a little ashamed and upset. “So, put your hands behind your head. Don’t move them, don’t touch me, just relax and let me do all the work.” I did, aware all the time of my cock as hard as it had ever been. She leaned forward and kissed my chest, then lapped around my nipples, sucking on them. Gently she nibbled at them before moving a little further down my body. Her tongue trailed downward and settled at my navel. So close, but so far. She pressed her tongue inside my navel, circling around it. I was going crazy. Her hand left my balls and slowly, agonizing slowly stoked its way up my prick. I bucked against her. Smiling, she said, “Feel good?” “Oh, God yes, it feels wonderful.” “Mmm," she murmured. She let go. I gasped in disappointment, but her eyes never left mine as she poured a small amount of baby oil on to her hands. Again, she leaned forwards. No pretence this time, she gave me the most wonderful view down her blouse. I ached to touch her, to fondle those gorgeous breasts. I wanted that more than anything in the world right then, but I kept still. I daren’t take a chance on being left high and dry. But I looked, how I looked! Her hand closed around me. It was so slippery. I’d never thought of using lubrication before, but she knew all the tricks. Slowly, she stroked my length, stopping short of that most sensitive spot at the tip, then sliding slowly back down. I moved against her hand as it made the return journey. That set the pattern. Each downward movement of her hand resulted in me thrusting up, and each upward, the opposite. But she never touched me in the spot. I tried to urge her on, “Faster, oh please do it faster.” She merely chuckled again and replied, “Oh no baby, you have to learn that slow is always better. You’ll thank me later.” And she just kept up the same slow maddening pace. Finally, she slid her hand right to the tip. I saw stars! Then it was back to teasing along the shaft, but no more. I was cracking a little, gasping now. “Please, oh please." My hips moved in time with her hand, her beautiful, sweet, sexy hand. “You want to come?” She asked with a wide eyed innocent look, “Really come, come so hard?" “Yes, oh yes. I’m so close, so close, please." She took pity on me and her hand moved again, no faster, but to the very tip of my cock. Up and down, up and down. “Ugh , I’m gonna…” “That’s right, baby," she crooned. “Let it come, let it come for me." Her words did for me. I got that feeling, deep inside, that every man feels; something that nothing, no f***e on earth can stop. I was going to come. I could feel it boiling up my prick toward her slowly moving hand. Nothing could stop it now. I came. I came like I had never done before. I came bucking and thrusting, sobbing into the most amazing climax. The first jet gushed over my head and hit the pillow, the second my face, the third my chest. Still she stroked me, milking every last drop for me. She carried on, until I had nothing left to give and my prick became sensitised. Only then did she stop. She smiled down at me. “I take it that you liked that?” I could scarcely speak, but I nodded as she handed me some tissue. “Oh goody," she whispered, rising from the bed, “That’s what I like about young boys, you’ll be ready to go again in an hour –and I’ll see you this afternoon for another lesson." Let me know if you'd like the rest of the tale