There are two people I must thank for this story. First, is tomski, who favorited me as an author and who shared with me the wonderful summer he had before college. Taking the actual events, but moving them to a different time and state, I hope I have remained to true his coming of age summer, many years ago.
Second, is Privates1stClass for editing the story and helping me with the structure, to make it flow better. Thank you!
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It was the summer of 2010, actually, that changed my young life. I had graduated from high school and was preparing to go to the University of Florida in the fall. It was an exciting time for me, full of promise, and an 18 year-old man. I was also a virgin. No, really. I hadn't had intercourse with a woman until that summer. Like a lot of boys, I read and watched a fair amount of porn on the Internet, but I'd never had actual physical contact with a woman. And after that summer, I could never go back to girls my age—all because of the cougars in my neighborhood. Cougars, not Florida panthers—I'm talking about middle-aged women on the prowl for young cock.
I lived with my parents in a really nice community north of Fort Lauderdale, Florida, with large, acre-plus pieces of property and a private air strip. I had just graduated was just going to have fun, and make a few dollars during the summer.
The family next door to us was the Martinez family—A husband, wife and kid in grade school. They had moved in several years before and were friends of my parents. The Martinez's had a fenced-in pool on their property, along with a screen-enclosed hot tub. Mr. And Mrs. Martinez often hired me to do odd jobs around their property, mostly lawn mowing and pool cleaning. I should say, Mrs. Martinez hired me, as her husband was often away on business travel for days at a time.
Mrs. Martinez was smoking hot. Really. Smoking. Hot. 5'4", 125 pounds, with an olive/caramel complexion, Mrs. Martinez was your typical curvy Latina, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a full 34C cup. And she always dressed well. I wouldn't have believed her if she had told me she was in her mid-40's. In fact, I didn't and she had to show me her driver's license to convince me. I had been certain she was in her mid-30's.
Across the street from Mrs. Martinez was the Brooks family. Andrew was my friend. His father, Andrew Senior, was white, and his mother, Jami was a light-skinned African-American beauty. I'm not exaggerating. Andrew's mom, Jami, was 5'10", 140 lbs, 46 years old, had a pair of full 36D breasts and beautiful full lips. She had unbelievable ass, even better than Mrs. Martinez's fine, fine "culo."
The Brooks and Martinez families were close, with Mrs. Brooks and Mrs. Martinez going back and forth between each other's houses several times a day, every day. I don't think they even locked their doors; one would walk in unannounced on the other all the time. Even better, many an afternoon the two women would hang out at the Martinez's pool, drinking wine or boat drinks, and gossiping. I say even better because Andrew and I often did yard work at the Martinez residence.
On hot, humid afternoon, while she and Mrs. Brooks were enjoying cocktails at the pool, Mrs. Martinez invited Andrew and me to cool off at the pool when we finished with her lawn.
And that was how it started. After we helped ourselves to some cold bottled water from her cooler, we stripped down to our swim trunks and got in the pool. Not long after, Mrs. Brooks reminded Andrew that he had promised to take his mother to the mall that afternoon. Andrew and I agreed to talk later that afternoon about our plans for the weekend and he left.
Unsure of what to do, I got out of the pool and began drying myself off.
"Why don't you stay, Tom?" said Mrs. Martinez. "I'm going to continue to lay out and I don't mind the company."
"Are you sure?" I asked, tentatively.
"Yes, of course. You're a man with time on his hands, and world is your oyster. Enjoy the moment!"
Of course, I didn't want to leave when this beautiful Latina asked me to stay and swim in her private pool. In addition to a six-foot fence around the perimeter of the pool, each house was at least 100 feet off the street and a few hundred feet from the next house. Some neighbors actually used golf carts to visit neighbors, the distance was that great. In short, nobody was going to come by without being noticed.
After I swam for 10 minutes or so, Mrs. Martinez called out to me, "Tom! Oh, Tom! Would you be a dear and come over here and put some lotion on my back for me? I don't want to burn."
Carefully contemplating how to get out of the pool without showing my cock in my trunks to her, I answered back, "Sure, Mrs. Martinez. I'll be right there." She smiled her Cheshire Cat smile at me, showing a hint of teeth. All I could think of, besides embarrassing myself with my cock, was how much I wanted to have sex with her.
Climbing out of the pool, my body bladed to shield my growing erection, I looked at Mrs. Martinez. She was stretched out on her stomach on a chaise lounge in a tight, bright yellow two-piece bikini. My adolescent eyes had taken notice of the skimpiness of her bathing suit and I was afraid my ever-growing bulge was going to be obvious to her.
She turned towards me and said, "Here's the lotion, Tom. Don't be sparing with it. I like to be coated with it." As she said this, she undid the ties on her bright yellow bikini top before lying back down. My senses were alive like they had never been before and I could smell the chlorine drying on her body, the shampoo she used that morning, and a hint of perfume. Prostrate on her stomach, all I could see was her long, dark hair, caramel skin and a bright yellow bikini bottom struggling, and failing, to cover a spectacular round ass. With every fiber of my body, I wanted to bury my tongue deep in that ass.
The funny thing was, I was a virgin and had not really touched a woman, even though I'd looked at my share of porn and had read a lot, so I was nervous as hell.
Kneeling beside her chair, I started applying it, sitting on the edge of her lounge chair and I got an instant hard-on. "God, I hope she doesn't see it." I said to myself.
A soft moan escaped her lips and she said, "You're doing a great job, Tom. Just don't miss anywhere, I don't want to burn. Coat me with your lotion" I was shaking and hoped she didn't notice how nervous I was.
"Sure, Mrs. Martinez." I said. Figuring it would help me find a way into her bikini bottoms, I struck up a conversation with her. "Mrs. Martinez, is it true you are an attorney?"
"Yes, Tom. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking about majoring in pre-law. What do you think?" I was hoping that my interest in her profession would be the "in" that I needed with her.
"I think you'd make a fine attorney, Tom. You are very persuasive."
I didn't know what she meant. No matter, I continued to rub lotion on her back, going slowly so it wouldn't end too soon. "Your skin is so soft and smooth, Mrs. Martinez."
"Why thank you, Tom. My husband never notices. That's very sweet of you."
Emboldened, I suppose, I shifted the focus of my ministrations to the sides of her torso. When I felt the softness of the side of her breasts, she sighed audibly and body seemed to relax. The combination of her sounds and her reaction excited me more.
"Is it true that you have been married twice?"
"Yes, Tom. I was. My first husband was an attorney too. We lived out west."
"You divorced him?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. Was it hard for you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
