When I was 18, our local liqueur store was the only place that sold "men's magazines". For the younger readers, these were Adam, Swank, Knight, Rogue, and many others that are no longer with us. My favorite was Adam. It was cheap and had loads of pictures of tits. This was the time before pussy shots. Tits ruled the pages of all these magazines. Mr. Harmon owned the store and had no problem selling me the latest issue of Adam, even though I was under age when I began my quest to see those wonderful photos. After lusting after "Mimi" the center fold in Mechanix illustrated in her overalls it was a real treat to see some mammary flesh.
I picked up my Adam magazine and looked forward to some alone time for my jerk-off sessions. My parents left on vacation and would be gone for 12 days. With them was my 15 year old sister and one of her friends. Just me and our family dog who payed little attention to me except at feeding time. I rushed home and inside was Candy Barr Oh! MY!. She got me going twice that first night. That blonde hair that framed her beautiful face and her perfect body and full swelling natural tits, I'm getting a hard on just thinking about her and the wonderful jerk sessions we had.
I went to work the next morning and being busy at the grocery store stocking shelves and bagging kept my thoughts off of Candy until one of our neighbors came through the line that I was bagging. It was Mrs Cromer and she surprised me when she ask, "How are you Jeffery?". I figured she had no idea who I was. I delivered the local newspaper to her and her husband but that was over 10
years ago. I responded, "just fine Mrs Cromer and how is Mr Cromer?". She looked down at her hands that were holding her purse and quietly said, "I'd like to explain it to you but not here, could you stop by on your way home?" I said, "sure, no problem" but wondered what this was all about. Mrs Cromer was a very fit woman who, like Candy Barr, had blonde hair. Hers however was long with just a hint of curls. She was cute for an older woman who I guessed was about 36.
Like I said, she was very fit to the point of being skinny and at about 5' 5" she might weigh 105 lbs. This resulted in what appeared to be a very flat chest. These were just some of the things rolling around in my head as my shift continued. When my shift ended it was off to home with a quick stop at the Cromer's to see what was up.
The Cromer's house is one street South and one block East of our home and built by the same contractor. I pulled to the curb and as I approached the front door it began to open. A voice said to come on in. As I opened the door I could see Mrs Cromer standing at the entry to their kitchen and she had a coffee cup in her hand. "Would you like a drink?" she offered. I declined and wondered what was going on? She said "What?". Oops I guess I said that out loud, so I asked her what was she going to explain now that she could not at the store? "Harold is gone", she says "he left me three months ago". I was trying to digest this when she began to walk towards me and got close enough that even in the low light I could see tears in her eyes. She put her cup down on the end table and put her arms around my neck and asked me to hold her for a moment. She started crying and moved her body even closer as I put my arms around her with one hand in the small of her back and the other on her shoulder blade.
I stroked her back as she was now calming down and began to whisper in my ear. "You're such a nice boy. Thank you for holding me. I really miss being held." As she was saying this she pulled back and gently gave me a kiss on the cheek then move to plant one right on my lips. I responded to her kiss with a push of my hand to bring her even closer to my growing hardon. We took a breath and then it was back on with her tongue searching for mine in a move reserved for lovers.