When I was twelve years old my father got a job that required that we moved 
away from the town in which I had lived so far. We ended up in the middle 
of nowhere, in the middle of winter. I had to commute to school, a trip 
that lasted almost forty minutes. It could have been worse. I was an eager 
reader and spent the trip reading, most of the time some book, but 
sometimes I repetition read that days homework. There were no other kids on 
this particular bus so I had a lot of time to kill. The funny thing was 
that the bus was never really full, but everyone had their 'own' seats. 
They always sat in that place and no one else took it. And everyone said 
'good-morning' when they boarded the bus, and everyone else made it known 
in one way or other that they had heard.
A couple of months into my commuting a new woman came aboard the bus, she 
smiled a rather shy smile instead of speaking, and it was accepted. She 
looked around for a seat to sit and saw my space. I had chosen it very 
carefully. It was behind a divider with a wall that stopped the driver and 
them in front of me to see me. The only drawback was that it was directly 
over the axle at the back which made my travel a bit bumpy before we came 
out on the main road.
She stood in front of my seat, looked at me with a smile and asked if the 
seat was taken. I just shook my head and she sank down on it after putting 
her briefcase up on the shelf. She had the morning-paper tucked under her 
arm. Without a word she opened the paper and was soon engulfed in it as I 
was in my book.
About half an hour later she folded the paper, looked at me and then she 
fanned herself with the folded paper. A fragrance of her soap drifted into 
my nostrils. It was a nice smell. A very nice smell.
"Phew," she said. "Tomorrow I'll have to take my coat off. Do you travel 
every day?"
I told her that I did.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow. You don't mind me sitting here, do you?"
"Of course not."
"Good. I really don't want to sit by myself because all the m... Well it is 
nicer to sit beside someone, isn't it?"
Even though I much rather had the seat to myself I agreed with her. While 
we had been talking the bus had arrived at the end of the line and she 
stood and walked ahead of me down the isle. Outside she turned her head and 
smiled at me and then she walked away.
She turned up again when it was time to go home. It seemed that she had the 
same hours that I had, a quarter past eight to a quarter too five was my 
school-day.
"Oh, hi again. It does seem as if we have the same hours."
She chatted with me almost all the way back and she gave me a smile when 
she got off the bus one stop before mine.
She sat by my side every day for that autumn, then I had a few weeks off 
from school during Christmas and when I again started to commute she seemed 
happy to see me.
It was at the end of March when she, as usual, hang her coat on the hook by 
my side and when she sat down she looked at me sideways in a way she had 
never done before. She opened her paper and when she was hidden behind it 
she turned to me.
"Tim," she said in a low voice.
"I looked at her, expecting her to start to talk but she was silent for a 
while and I was just about to go back to reading my book when she 
continued.
"I overslept this morning," she whispered.
"Oh," was all I said about this revelation.
She sort of made sure that she wasn't visible above or at the sides of the 
open newspaper and then she turned to me again.
"Could I ask a favor from you?"
"Sure."
"I - I didn't have time to button my bra... Could you... You know... Button 
it for me?"
"Sure."
I put my book down and turned towards her. Looked in bewilderment at her. I 
knew that a bra covers the breast, sort of. But how should I get too it? 
She solved the problem for me when she turned her back against me.
"You have to lift my blouse out of the skirt," she whispered over her 
shoulder.
I tugged at the silk of her blouse and slowly the back of her blouse came 
free from her skirt. Soon I could see the bare small of her back. I could 
see some very light strands of small hair on it, they sort of glimmered.
When I turned she again whispered her instructions over her shoulder.
"You have to get the sides."
I reached inside her blouse and by now my cock was straining against my 
briefs. It had for some time since it had a mind of its own nowadays. It 
never needed any coaxing to stiffen, it was more the opposite. But either 
my will was too weak or the will of my dick was too strong for my own will, 
it never succeeded for me to will it flaccid again and this time it was not 
different.
I could feel her hot skin against my hands as they graced the side of her 
back. My right hand even made contact with what I thought only could bee 
one of her breasts! Mrs Anderson didn't react in any way to indicate that I 
had been indiscreet so I continue to fumble around at her sides and finally 
found the two flaps of silky material. Uncertainly I just held them still. 
I could imagine how to proceed but wasn't quite sure so I waited for 
instructions, and they came.
"Now, draw them to the back and hook the hook into the eye."
I did as she said but when it was done she turned her head again.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I think you have to do it again. My - The - My 
breasts... are still... Mm, out of it... They need to b-be pushed in!"
I happily obliged and unhooked the bra, it was much easier than to hook it 
up, and reached forward, got a tit, not big, just big enough to shallowly 
fill my hands. There was something almost in the middle of them that 
intrigued me. Something hard, that poked into the palms of my hands. I was 
really naive back then. Most youths were. Sexed wasn't invented yet and all 
I knew about the female anatomy was what one of the boys had told us. He 
said that he had seen his aunt's cunt that weekend. They had a birthday 
party for his father and the night had been late when it ended and his aunt 
and uncle had stayed the night on their sofa downstairs. He had been 
walking around the house to get his football and when he passed the window 
to the living-room, were his aunt still was asleep, he had glanced inside. 
It was then he saw her. The blanket had slipped off her and she lay there 
naked from the waist down. He told us that he had an unobstructed view of 
her cunt. It was hairy. The hair had the same color as the mare in the 
meadow just outside town, reddish brown. And out from this red-brown hair 
stuck a big skin-flap out. He didn't know what it was and neither did we. 
We discussed it for a while. We had heard of something called clitoris and 
we agreed that had to be what he saw! Not that I believed a word of what he 
said, but I wanked of to that image several nights after that. This fantasy 
overtook the one I had about fucking a very beautiful teacher. Now however, 
now I knew that Mrs. Anderson would turn up in the darkness of my bedroom 
and perform the most lurid acts I could imagine! Not that hey were many. It 
consisted of her being naked. Laying in my bed, spreading her legs and 
somewhere between them I would stick my cock inside of her.
I must have been holding her breasts in my hands a little too long because 
she glanced over her shoulder. She gave me an encouraging smile and I woke 
up again from my dreams.
I had to let one breast loose while I slipped the other inside the cup, she 
squeezed her arm closely to her side, stopping the bra to slip and letting 
her small breast escape, while I repeated the action on the other breast. 
With a silent sigh of regret I was done.
"Thank you," she whispered, blushing a little.
 
I just stammered something, I still don't know what, I was both embarrassed 
and turned on. During the rest of the ride it seemed as if she was deep 
into reading her newspaper but I caught her looking at me and at the same 
time she caught me looking at her. I swear; I didn't try to get a look at 
her breasts! I was looking at her face. I hadn't really looked at her 
before. She was old! At the age of thirteen everyone who is older than 
fifteen, maybe sixteen is old. But she didn't look old at that moment. The 
blush that still colored her cheeks made her look like a young girl caught 
doing something naughty, in fact she had been doing something naughty.
Nothing like this happened again. Then it was Easter-time and I had almost 
a whole week with no school. I didn't have much to do, the nearest boy my 
age lived more than four kilometers away and even if I had a bike I didn't 
care for such a long ride just to talk or play some stupid game. I took the 
opportunity to scout my neighborhood though, by foot at first. The small 
forest wasn't all that small, it seemed to go on and on lengthwise but it 
wasn't more than a couple of hundred meters across. On the other side there 
was nothing but farmland and what dwelled at the end I couldn't learn by 
walking the length of it so I decided that I should take my bike and ride 
to the end.
About five or six hundred meters down the road there was a smaller road 
that took off at an right angle. It was badly kept but I turned into it. It 
ended by a house that was just laying just as solitary as ours. I stopped 
when I had come behind it and looked at were the forest were heading when I 
heard a woman's voice.
"Tim? Tim is that you?"
I turned and looked at the house, were the voice was coming from but I 
couldn't see anyone. Then a hand waved from an upstairs window.
"Up here!"
Then I saw her. It was Mrs. Anderson!
"Do you want a cup of coffee?" she called down to me.
"Thanks!" I called back.
"Come in then."
I leaned the bike at the fence and walked up to the kitchen door and just 
as I was about to knock it opened and Mrs. Anderson stood in front of me in 
a bathrobe and a thick, wool necktie.
"I'm home sick," she unnecessarily told me. "Soar throat."
I stood just inside the door while she brewed the coffee and put some 
cookies on a plate.
"So, let's get into the living-room."
She led the way and we sat there talking, she did the most of it and I only 
filled in when she put a question my way. Suddenly she yawned.
"I should be in bed," she said and I stood prepared to leave when she 
stopped me. "Could you do me a favor," she suddenly blushed, remembering 
the last time she had asked me a favor.
"Sure."
"I have been to tiered to read the paper today and I can feel the 
abstinence start to get at me. Could you be an angel and read it for me?"
"Of course."
"It's on the table in the hall, fetch it and come up to my bedroom, will 
you?"
I did as she asked and when I came up she had already crept down under the 
blanket but she sat with her back against the headboard, propped up on a 
couple of pillows. I looked around for a chair to sit on but saw none.
"Oh, yes, why don't you sit here beside me, that way I can look at the 
pictures while you read."
  
I sat beside her, like her I was propped up against some pillows, and read 
the morning paper for her. It was when I came to the sports section that 
her head slowly rolled over and came to rest against my shoulder. She had 
fallen asleep! I didn't dare to move so I just read the sports news, for 
the first time in my life.
I glanced down at her dark blonde hair, listened to her soft breathing, 
feeling her warmth against my shoulder, saw that her robe gaped slightly 
open and under it I saw that she wore a flannel nightshirt, the sort I had 
seen on the wash-line back home. My mother had one almost like Mrs. 
Anderson's.
The warmth from Mrs. Anderson's body must have made me a little sleepy too 
because I napped off for a while and when I awoke with a start I saw that 
she was looking at me. She smiled.
"So, now you are my bed-mate as well," she chuckled. "You read well, very 
good articulation and a soothing voice."
Her flattery made me blush with delight.
"Do you have anything special to do for the rest of the week?"
"No. Only what I did today."
"And what was that?"
"Oh, nothing much. I wanted to see were the forest ended, that's all."
"If you want to, you could keep me company while I'm sick. You could read 
for me."
"Sure."
"Good." She bent over and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I looked at 
her, wondering what had brought this on, not that I minded. She was a very 
beautiful lady. "For being a perfect gentleman," she giggled. "I don't 
think you ever told anyone about giving me a helping hand... On the bus I 
mean."
"Oh, no! I would never do that!"
"Good, thank you."
I went home shortly thereafter but I was back early the next day. Sue, as I 
called her since the day before, had coffee and toast on a tray and while 
she carried that I got the morning paper and as the day before we sat in 
the bed, eating toast, drinking coffee and me reading the paper aloud for 
her.
As the day before she suddenly just fell asleep, this time her head didn't 
rest on my shoulder though so I was able to get up and take the dishes out 
to the kitchen. I even cleaned them up but let them stay on the sink, I 
didn't want to go in her cupboards. Then I went back into the bedroom, 
leafed a magazine I found and waited for her to wake up again.
About thirty minutes later she awoke and when she stretched her arms over 
her head and yawned I looked at her. Her robe opened a little and I could 
see that she was wearing another nightie than the day before, this was 
light blue and seemed to be made of some sheer material that made the skin 
on her chest shine through.
She sat up and closed the robe while doing so.
"Um, I gotta pee," she mumbled and swung the blanket away revealingthat the 
robe and nightie had ride up to mid-thigh, giving me a nice view of her 
round lower thighs. I watched her as she walked out of the bedroom, 
admiring her round ass sway away. She must have known that I was looking at 
her because she looked over her shoulder and gave me a smile. "Don't go 
away, I'll be back soon."
She made a detour to the kitchen and turned up with some lemonade and 
cookies. She put them on the bedstand while she crept down under the 
blanket again.
"Thank you for the washing up," she said as she sat comfortable again. She 
placed the tray on the bed between us and poured the lemonade into our 
glasses and we drank and ate while she chatted away about her life.
"Mmm, I think I'll take another nap, I'm sleepy again," she murmured later. 
"Why don't you take a nap as well?"
I was more than a little surprised by her suggestion, but thought it could 
be nice to lay beside her in her bed. When I lifted the blanket to creep 
down under it she stopped me.
"You'll have to take off your jeans," she ordered.
Obediently I did as she had asked and soon I lay beside her, under my own 
blanket, but all the same.
She closed her eyes and soon her breath became a little deeper and I 
assumed that she had fallen asleep. I lay there, starring up on the roof, 
but suddenly I too must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, 
Sue had crept closer to me in her sleep. She must have removed her robe 
before that because I could feel her sheer naghtie against my arm.
Sue moved a little in her sleep and an arm wrapped over my stomach and her 
head nuzzled in closer to me.
Suddenly I could feel her eyelashes flash against the skin on my throat. 
She stirred a little and her hand moved down a little, squeezing my hip.
"Mmm, what a nice way to wake up," she murmured with her face still against 
my throat. "So warm and cozy."
She kissed me softly on the tender skin on my throat.
"Turn over so I can hug you," she whispered.
I didn't what to do. My cock had stiffen by her kiss and now it pointing 
straight out inside my briefs. She sensed my hesitation and her hand snaked 
down, stroked over the tent in my briefs but didn't stop there. It 
continued down so it lay on my thigh.
"I know," she whispered. "I know how it is."
Her hand on my hip drew me over, rolled me over so I lay on my side, facing 
her, and she crept even closer. She got my cock poking her on her belly and 
she stretched down, tugged on the waistband and got the briefs down so my 
cock sprang out in freedom.
"Don't be afraid now," she whispered. "But I think you are going to come as 
soon as I touch your... dick."
She was right. No sooner had her hand closed around my cock before it 
hardened, spasmed and shot a load of cum all over her hand and stomach. She 
lay still with my cock in her hand not even moving it up and down while I 
had the best orgasm I so far had experienced!
"I must get out of this nightie, it's all wet," she smiled as she sat, 
wriggled her ass a little and then drew the nightie over her head and flung 
it on the floor beside the bed.
Then she sat, the blanket slipping down her body and showing two beautiful 
breast to my curious and hot eyes. I didn't even notice that she drew down 
the blanket and let it lay crumpled into a heap at the foot of the bed. In 
her process she had unveiled my cock, still wet from the sperm that had run 
down along the shaft.
Next she drew my briefs totally off, she let them do her nightie company by 
the side of the bed. With her knees on either side of my legs she walked 
upwards in the bed. Got to the point were she was directly over my dick 
which strained is length to get its bulbous head nestled in that curly 
forest that covered the whole area between her thighs and a fair bit up on 
her lower stomach. I knew that there was supposed to be a hole somewhere 
between the thighs, but I was damned if I could see the least hint of it, 
and were would it fit? Sue's thighs were so round and full that there 
wasn't room for anything else but the hair between them.
Just a short while later I knew better! She held my dick straight up by the 
root, combed her hair away with it and sank down on me! She took me inside! 
Inside something wet! Something warm! Something soft!
Sue sighed a little and rubbed herself back and forth a couple of times as 
soon as her ass made contact with my belly. Lifted herself up a little and 
sank down again. If this wasn't heaven I sure didn't know how heaven could 
beat this!
About a minute later my wisdom grew even more. The heavenly feeling I had 
been feeling was nothing compared to the one that rushed through my body as 
my cock spasmed and shot an electric shock up to my brain and the 
lustcentre there. Telling it that I was feeling lust in its purest form! An 
orgasm inside a woman!
When the feeling ebbed away a little I had time to look at Sue. I could see 
the perspiration forming on her forehead as she lifted her whole weight by 
just the muscles in her thighs and between her firm, pointy breasts little 
pearls started to form. Her lovely hair was now in a hopeless disarray as 
she let her head fall forwards and then lifted it and looked me in my eyes 
and s mile flickered over her lips, closely followed by her small, red 
tongue.
I could see that she was straining her neck muscles, as the mewling sounds 
in her throat emitted a constant humming sound. Christ! Was she beautiful! 
I closed my eyes for a short while, letting all my senses float down to my 
groin. Concentrated on the feeling of her pussy around my cock. Wondered 
why I didn't cum but found that the feeling of her pussy was almost as 
enjoyable as the orgasm itself.
I found strength somewhere from, to lift my hands and softly cup her 
breasts. The hard nipples pointed hotly against my skin for the second 
time. If the first time had been a happening that made night-dreams this 
time was a night-dream come true.
Suddenly Sue's mewing came to a halt! She was quiet for a while. Her body 
shook, trembled and a hoarse cry escaped her throat and while it echoed in 
my ears she fell down on me. Her hips jerked a couple of times. Her inner 
spasmed, contracted and milked on my cock making me moan and then it came! 
My third exploding orgasm hit me and I pumped my second load into my lover!
I thought she had fallen asleep on top of me but the occasional groan, the 
in-between shakes of her hips, the more and more sporadic squeezing motions 
of her pussy told me otherwise.
She lifted her head. Looked at me. Smiled warmly, lovingly at me. Kissed me 
on my dry lips. I could feel a little drool on my cheek and she dried it of 
with a soft hand. Kissed me again and finally she rolled off of me. I 
already missed her.
"I don't want to crush you," she smiled.
"Please do!" I panted.
We spent the next couple of days together, mostly in bed, and then school 
started and she recovered from her cold. Well, she had already recovered 
the next day, but she wanted to spend as much time together with me as she 
could for which I was grateful. We went back to the old ways. We saw each 
other twice every day on the bus. She always whispered that she missed me 
when we parted and I smiled a weak smile that told her I did miss her too.
It was May when she almost bounced down the isle to me.
"Morning, lover," she whispered with a big smile. "Guess what? I'm 
pregnant! Can you believe it? Terry and I have tried for almost two years 
and finally I'm pregnant!"
I am no Einstein, but I could calculate that there was a good chance that I 
had helped the pregnancy on its way. I had after all washed her inner with 
big loads of sperm at least four times a day during those unforgettable 
days.
She looked at me with big eyes.
"I know," she whispered as if she could read my mind. "I know I don't think 
it is a coincident either. You may have had a finger in the making."
"A finger?" I asked in the cheeky tone of voice I used when I teased her 
and which I knew made her furious. But not this time, this time she took my 
hand, held it hard for a while and then she placed it just below her navel 
and sighed happily.
Since that day she found ways for us to be together. I started to help her 
in the garden, Terry even paid me for it! I babysat their son when he was a 
year old and they went to the movies. She bought an old car and started to 
drive to work and leaving her son at a kindergarten and I rode with her 
every day. I took my bike to their place, parked it on the back and left 
only shortly before Terry came home. I don't have to tell you what we did 
during that time.
Two years later she again was happy and then two more years later giving 
birth to another son and a daughter, in that order.
Sadly enough I had to move away when it was time for university but every 
time I came home I visited. I lived off campus quite a way away from the 
university and I commuted, still do to work, in hope that I would meet 
another Sue, one that I can call my own.
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