I made my way back out to the pool, my cock deflating just as I got there. Nobody noticed me as I walked back to my chair next to my pile of clothing. I sat down and took a deep breath.
My heart was pounding after what I had just seen. It had been a big risk to sneak that peek but it had yielded great reward. I was so curious. Most of my friends already knew all this but with my upbringing I was way behind in my sexual education.
Half an hour later William found me. I was sitting alone in a chaise lounge watching everyone splash around. He was soaked.
“Hey, buddy. We’re all going to head over to Jimmy’s house,” he said.
“Who’s Jimmy?” I asked.
“He’s Michelle’s older brother, you don’t know him,” he told me.
Well, I didn’t know Michelle either.
“Anyway, he’s supposed to have beer and no parental supervision,” he said with a smile.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“It’ll be fun,” he urged.
“No,” I said. “Look, this isn’t my sort of thing. Can you just drop me off at my house?”
“What? You live in the wrong direction,” he complained.
“I’ll take him home,” Miss Miller said.
She was standing behind my chaise. I had no idea how long she had been there. I had been looking out for her and I never saw her exit the house. She couldn’t have heard William tell me about the beer, I figured, because she would have had something to say about that.
“Great,” William said. “See you later.”
I turned around and looked at Miss Miller. She was wearing her white and red polka dot dress again. My heart skipped a beat as she looked down into my eyes. “Thanks,” I managed to say.
She smiled at me. She had a pretty smile. “Not a problem, I need to drive to Moss Bluff in a little while,” she told me.
That was south toward my trailer, which was really closer to Ragley than Longville. I couldn’t believe my luck. I wanted to spend time with Miss Miller. She was so sexy I could barely stand it.
All of the kids left. Miss Miller told Allison to be careful and have a good time. Nobody mentioned the beer. I was sure Miss Miller would have put a stop to it if she had known. I wasn’t going to mention it.
Miss Miller disappeared in the house without a word. I didn’t even see her go as I had glanced away. I waited for a few minutes, the back yard empty but for me. I didn’t know if she wanted me to follow her inside, or what.
Then she re-appeared.
Miss Miller had changed into a bikini. She was a knockout. The bikini was all white strings but for four little triangles. Each triangle was dark yellow, decorated with white dots. Two of the triangles half-covered her tits, one covered her pussy, and the last one covered her ass.
I pulled my knees up as my cock tented my trunks once again.
Miss Miller was deeply tanned all over but for the pale skin peeking out from behind her bikini. She walked up to me. Up close her tits looked huge and were totally natural. I hoped that my trunks were black enough, and my knees were up far enough, for her not to notice my hard cock. She casually told me, “I’m so hot. I’m going to take a dip before we go, if that’s okay.”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
She walked the three steps to the pool. I watched her ass sway as she approached the edge. Then she dove into the water.
I stared intently. She surfaced on the far side of the pool, her blond hair plastered to the back of her head. She swam to the far edge and held on for a second. Then she kicked off from the edge toward my side. She had perfect form.
Reaching the edge of the pool in front of me she climbed out, the water cascading down the curves of her sexy body. She walked back to me as I tried to avert my eyes. She pulled the chair to my left closer to my chaise and sat down. She was right there in arms reach. I could barely breathe.
“Mmm…,” she moaned and tossed her wet hair behind her. “That feels so much better.”
“Cool?” I asked. It was all I could say.
“Well, I’m still hot, but it’s better. Aren’t you the Carpenter’s kid?” she asked me.
I nodded.
“Wow,” she said, shaking her head. “So, were they really strict on you?”
I nodded again and said, “I have my own place now.”
“Oh? So, you’re on your own, eh?”
I nodded. My cock was so hard that I could hardly think. She was beautiful.
“Did they let you date?” she asked.
I nodded. “Chaperoned,” I clarified.
“You ever sneak out with a girl?” she asked with a smirk.
I shook my head. “No chance for that.”
She cocked her head to the side and looked at me. Then she asked, “So, have you ever kissed a girl?”
I nodded. “Goodnight kisses.”
She smiled and then she looked around. “Now, where did I put that towel?” she asked. I hadn’t seen any towel. She reached to her right and found nothing. Then she reached to her left, across my body. She tapped my thighs with her forearm.
My legs dropped and my hard cock became evident as it tented by trunks obscenely. Miss Miller gasped. “Oh my,” she said.
I dropped my hands to my crotch to try to cover my cock. I pulled my knees up again. “Sorry,” I said.
“Did I cause that?” she asked, surprised.
I nodded my head.
She smiled and said, “I didn’t think you’d be interested in an old woman like me.” She was thirty-two.
I barely managed to say, “You’re really pretty.”
“Really?” she asked.
I nodded. That was all I could do.
“Well,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to turn you on so much with this bikini and all. Hmm,” she thought. “I guess the least I could do is relieve your issue, don’t you think? I caused it after all.”
I was stunned. I froze, except for my cock, which throbbed even harder.
Miss Miller then reached for my trunks and without a moment’s hesitation she pulled them up my bent legs. My cock was free. She instantly reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.
“Oh, God,” I sighed. The situation had turned around in the last five seconds, much for the better. Miss Miller wasn’t giving me a chance to be scared and pull away. She had taken control.
“Have you ever had a girl touch your cock before?” she asked as she gently stroked my dick. She had a very light touch.
I shook my head.
She gripped my prick harder and began stroking me. I dropped my legs, my trunks still at mid-thigh. I watched as her fist bunched the skin at the bottom and then stretched the skin at the top. She knew what she was doing.
My head swam with pleasure. It was a strange sensation to have someone else touching my prick. I loved it.
“So, have you ever french-kissed a girl?” she asked casually.
I shook my head. The pleasure from her hand was greater than anything I could do myself. I couldn’t speak.
Miss Miller leaned forward. She had lots of freckles. I found that sexy. She kissed me. Then she lifted her head and looked at me, still stroking my cock. She said, “Open your mouth and let my tongue in.”
Then she kissed me again and this time I let her do what she wanted to. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. It was so strange to me, that first time. I was transported to a different world; a world consisting completely of our mouths, her hand, and my cock.
After a moment, I began stroking her tongue with mine. Then she slowly pulled her tongue back. I chased it. Then I was inside her mouth. A light had come on and I realized what this was all about. I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth, stroking her tongue and her teeth. I could feel her hand stroking my cock faster and faster.
Miss Miller pulled up and broke the kiss. She looked down at me and smiled. “You’re a fast learner,” she said.
I smiled at that. I was very motivated to learn as much as I could.
She stroked my cock steadily with her fist. She glanced at her hand and then looked into my eyes. She asked, “So, does this feel good enough?”
I nodded. It felt like heaven.
“Well, this might feel better,” she said. And with that, she did the most amazing thing to me. She dropped her head to my lap and kissed and licked the head of my cock.
I felt her tongue flit against underside of my prick. Every lick sent a jolt of pleasure directly into my brain. Then I felt her hot wet mouth envelop the head of my cock and begin to push down. She was sucking my dick up into her mouth. “Whoa,” I gasped.
My cock was of average size and Miss Miller was able to press her face lower and lower until almost my entire prick was in her mouth. She gripped me tightly between her lips. Then she began slowly stroking her lips up and down my cock. Her hands roamed across my chest and down my legs.
“Oh my god, that feels so good Miss Miller,” I moaned, overcome with such gratitude I was finally able to speak. I was swept away by the pleasure of her mouth. I didn’t care about anything else in the world except that feeling.
She stroked my cock steadily with her lips. I felt her tongue swirl around the head on each upstroke. I felt the back of her throat tap the head on each downstroke. The sound of her slurping mouth was so sexy to me.
I started breathing heavy, moaning in pleasure. I watched her intently, memorizing every second. I watched her lips travel up and down my shaft; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Miss Miller’s mouth was warm and wet around my dick. Her tongue played across the sensitive skin on each stroke inside her mouth. Her blond hair, which cascaded down around her face, gently bobbed and rocked as she gave me my very first blowjob.
“I’m going to do it,” I told her, feeling the sensations that told me I was getting close. I didn’t want to accidentally come in her mouth. I assumed that would have grossed her out.
“Mmm hmm,” she moaned around my cock.
I was shocked. Surely she didn’t want me to come in her mouth. That thought was pushed aside when she cupped my balls in her warm left hand and kneaded them gently. My thighs and balls started tingling. I was coming.
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