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 The Best Summer of My Life Ch01 (Fm, mast, exhib, voy)
   The following story was cobbled together from some of my experiences and
those of my friend.  For my part there was indeed a Magda in my life and at
the tender age of fifteen she taught me the wonders of oral sex.  The rest
of our relationship is based on an experience my friend had with his
physiotherapist.  Both experiences have generously benefited from our
collective imaginations.  The parts about my family are the result of my
long standing desire to write about the taboo topics but again have no base
in reality.  I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so
many of my favourite reading topics.  I hope you enjoy it. 
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   School was out and finally we were into summer vacations.  I was turning
16 that year and so lazing about through the summer was no longer an
option, I needed a summer job.  My father had been promoted the year before
and we had moved from an apartment to a nicer part of town and a real home.
It was in an urban area, quiet but still close enough to downtown.  Most of
our neighbours were professionals or business types and they tended to keep
to themselves.  It was a terrific place to grow up and I would forge all of
my lifelong friendships there.  More importantly, I would learn more about
sex and women there than any other place in my life.
   It was Monday morning after school had closed on Friday and already my
mom was in my room, shaking on my foot to wake me up.
   "What are you doing?" I moaned half asleep.  "It's Monday and school's
out, this is my day off.  Can't I sleep in a bit?"
   "Nice try kiddo," she laughed, "there will be time enough to sleep in on
the weekend, that is if you're not working weekends.  Right now you need to
get up and start looking for a job."
   I knew better than to argue with her, there was no way I was ever going
to win.  Besides, if I pushed back too hard she'd only bring my father down
on me.  In those days you did as you were told or you got the business end
of a belt.
   Dragging myself out of bed I walked to the bathroom to take a shower.  I
soaped myself all over, spending a little more time stroking my
always-stiff cock.  I shot cum all over the shower door and watched it
mingle with the soapsuds as it drooled downward.  Feeling relieved for
another few hours I cleaned up and went back to my room to get dressed.  At
that age I was constantly horny and I masturbated at least four times a
day, often more.
   As I descended the stairs to the kitchen I wondered to myself just how I
was going to find a job.  I had never worked a day in my life, for a salary
that is.  My breakfast of bacon and eggs was waiting as I sat down at the
kitchen table.  My older sister Jan was already at the table eating and she
watched as I wolfed it down, I was really hungry.
   "So what are your plans?" my mom asked.
   "I thought I'd make the rounds of all the stores and restaurants around
here and see if they're hiring," I answered.
   "Good luck with that," my sister interrupted, "you should have done that
a month ago like I did, there won't be any jobs left now."
   "OK, you try that then," my mom said, "I might have some work for you to
do at Magda's house but you'll still need something to fall back on after
that's done."
   I left the house heading towards the commercial district in our area. 
As I walked I thought about what my mom mentioned about Magda's.  Magda
Poulski was our next-door neighbour and a friend of my mother's.  Her
husband had died two years earlier of a heart attack and she now lived
alone.  She was nice and she always treating the neighbourhood kids well
with plenty of smiles and cookies to go around.  I didn't know what she did
for a living but there were always lots of people coming and going from her
house.
   Having completed my rounds of all the businesses in the area I returned
home just after lunchtime.  My mother had set out a sandwich for me with
some chips and a drink.  I was famished and devoured it all in record time.
   "So how did it go?" my mom asked.
   "OK," I said, "I filled out six applications and a couple looked like
they might be interested in hiring me as a stock boy and helper."
   "Good," she said, "I'm proud of you.  You handled that like a man."
   Wow, I thought to myself, she never complemented me that way before.  I
was feeling pretty good about myself at that moment.
   "So what about the work at Mrs Poulski's," I asked.
   "Oh yes," she said, "good thing you reminded me.  You need to head over
to her house this afternoon at three and talk to her about it.  I think she
needs some painting done."
   At three o'clock on-the-nose I was at Mrs Poulski's door.  I was about
to knock when the door opened and out came a middle aged man in a suit
followed by Mrs P.  She was wearing a white two-piece uniform like a
medical technician.
   "Oh Rick," she said seeing me at the door, "you're very punctual, please
come in."
   I followed her into her home passing her living room to the left and
what appeared to be an office like a doctor's examining room on the right.
We continued straight into the kitchen where she stopped and turned to face
me.
   "So Rick, I have a lot of work for you if you're capable and available
that is.  First, I need my basement cleaned out and painted," she started.
"Then I have several pieces of furniture that I would like spruced up by
repairing and painting them.  Lastly, my back yard is a disaster; it needs
a major cleanup as well as some garden work and re-turfing.  Can you handle
all that?"
   "Holy cow," I responded, "I didn't know you had that much work to be
done, it could take me all summer.  But there isn't anything you mentioned
that I don't think I can do.  My Dad prides himself in his ability to do
handiwork as he calls it and I've been helping him ever since I was big
enough to hold tools.  I don't think I'll have any trouble but you can bet
that my dad will steer me straight if I need help."
   "That's great," she said with a wide smile, "You can start by taking
notes and talking over a price with your dad tonight.  We can meet again
tomorrow morning, say around ten-thirty and come to terms."
   I agreed and after wandering around the basement and the back yard I
took the kind of notes I new my dad would want I headed home.  That night I
went over everything with my dad and we came to an amount of $1,200 plus
materials.  Mrs P was getting one heck of a deal but she was a friend of
the family and I was happy to help.  Besides, I didn't need to look for a
job any more.
   The next morning I went over at ten-thirty sharp and pitched her the
deal.  She was delighted with my offer.  She said that other contractors
had been by earlier and quoted her as much as $5,500.
   "I realize you're working for next to nothing and I can't tell you how
much I appreciate it," she began, "since my husband passed away it's been
difficult getting by with my physiotherapy practice.  This will really
help, thank you."
   We agreed that I would begin the following morning by cleaning out the
basement and the next day I was over right after breakfast.  Opening the
door Mrs P said good morning and handed me a key.
   "This is the key to the back door," she said, "You'll need to be able to
come and go as required during the day and I won't always be available to
let you in."
   "Thanks," I said, "that will be handy."
   "Another thing," she added, "my name is Magda, please call me that.  I
hate being called Mrs Poulski or Mrs P.  OK?"
   "You got it MrsÉ Magda," I responded with a smile."
   The first day was a back breaker.  There were dozens of heavy boxes to
sort out, not to mention furniture to move out of the way and store.  I
needed the extra room to work during the painting phase.  That meant a
whole day carrying boxes and items up a long flight of stairs, through the
house and out to the garage.  Before I knew it, it was lunchtime.  As I
cleaned up in the basement Magda called down to me.
   "Rick, I've put out a bowl of soup and a sandwich for you if it's OK?"
   "I think my mom is expecting me home so I'll call just in case," I
responded.
   When I called my mom she said it would be fine if I ate at Magda's since
she hadn't started my lunch yet.  With mom's OK I walked up to the kitchen
and sat at the table to eat lunch with Magda.
   "How old are you Rick?" Magda inquired with a smile.
   "I'll be sixteen next month," I replied.
   "How long have you been doing physiotherapy?" I asked.
   "Almost since you were born," she answered, "I started as a massage
therapist and graduated to full physio after I became certified five years
ago"
   "I guess you like it then," I said.
   "More than anything," she responded, "there's nothing like helping
people by removing pain from their lives."
   "Wow that sounds great," I said as I winced getting out of my chair.
   "What's wrong?" Magda asked.
   "Oh just a few sore muscles from emptying the basement," I'll be fine
after a nice hot shower tonight,"
   "Come and see me before you leave," she said, "I can help you more than
just a shower."
   "No that's OK," I objected, "I'll be fine, it's just a few sore
muscles."
   "Just the same I want to talk to you before you leave today Rick,
please," she insisted.
   The rest of the afternoon was even more grueling than the morning and I
had only cleared a third of the basement.  I was dog tired and a bit
depressed as I stopped by Magda's office to say good bye.
   "Well that's it for today Magda," I said, "there's still a mountain of
work left to do down there so I'll see you in the morning."
   "Wait right there young man!" Magda called out as she made her way to me
from her office.
   "Is there something wrong Magda?" I asked.
   "No, I just want to have another look at you before you leave," she
replied, "you were in pain earlier and I want to check you out to make sure
you didn't overdo it."
   My shirt and shorts were soaked through with sweat and covered in dust.
I stood still as she probed my back and shoulders.  Every so often she
would hit a sore spot and I winced.  She gave me a quick standing massage
to the back neck and shoulders that made me feel fantastic.  Then she told
me to bring a change of clothes with me the next day and she would do more
work on me before I left.  I thanked her and headed home for that long
awaited shower.
   The next morning every muscle in my body hurt as I showered and dressed
before heading over to Magda's.  I packed a fresh shirt and shorts as she
had asked.  When I arrived at the house there was no answer at the door.  I
used my key to let myself in and went straight to the basement to work. 
Again the work was backbreaking as I rearranged furniture and boxes into
some semblance of order, then I moved one heavy box at a time up to the
temporary storage in the garage.  As lunchtime arrived there was still no
Magda as I closed up and went home for lunch.
   Around one-thirty I returned to continue working and saw Magda's car in
the driveway.  I used my back door key to enter and went directly to the
basement to continue working.  All through the day I could hear movement
upstairs and the sounds of people coming and going.  Around two-thirty
Magda came down to the basement to bring me a cold drink.
   "Hi Rick," she said with her usual cheery smile, "wow, look at all the
work you've done, I don't recognize the place.  You know you've got to slow
down a little, this is a lot of work for one person and I don't want you
hurting yourself.  You have the whole summer to get it done."
   "Thanks, I appreciate that," I said, "to tell the truth, I can really
feel it now.  Maybe I'll take your advice and reign it in a little."
   "Stop by and see me before you leave," she asked, "I want to check you
out again."
   By the end of the day it seemed like there was no end to the work as
well as the pain and fatigue I was now feeling.  For all my effort I was
only about half finished clearing out the space.  I walked by Magda's
office on my way out and this time she called me in.
   "So how are you feeling this afternoon?" she asked as she got up and
walked behind me to have a look at my back again.
   "I'm still pretty sore," I said, "but I'll get over it."
   She expertly probed my back, neck and shoulders again and the pain was
almost unbearable.
   "Oh no no no," she said softly under her breath, "did you bring that
change of clothes I asked you to?"
   "Yes," I replied.
   "Good!" she said.  "You have been overtaxing your muscles and you need
treatment if you're going to keep working for me.  There will be no charge
of course, call it payback for the great deal you're giving me.  Now go
through that door to the wet therapy room and take a long hot shower in the
back, as hot as you can stand.  When you're done, wrap a dry towel around
your waste and lie face-down on the massage table then call me."
   I found my way through to the shower as I passed all the water related
equipment.  There was a really large whirlpool tub, a sauna and other deep
tanks that seemed to have something to do with water therapy.  I had no
idea she was so well set up.
   With a fresh towel around my waste I walked into the other therapy room
with a lot of different machines that looked sort of like gym equipment and
got up on a table as she had instructed.
   "Ready Magda," I called out.
   "Oh good," I heard her say from her office.
   She came straight over to the table and set to work on my back, neck,
shoulders and arms.  Magda had a slight build and only stood around five
foot two inches but there was no doubting the strength in her arms and
hands.  She skillfully massaged my muscles, releasing all the pent up
tension and strain.  Within fifteen minutes I was feeling measurably
better.
   "OK, that will do for the massage, lets get you into the whirlpool and
seal the deal," she said.
   We went into the other room and she stood by the tub and told me to get
in.
   "Hold on, I'm naked under this," I whined.
   She smiled, "you know I work with athletes and gymnasts all day who
never think twice about being unclothed with me.  I'm sorry, I wasn't
thinking and she turned her back."
   I felt childish and embarrassed now at how shy I had acted.  I dropped
my towel and almost wished she would turn back around but she didn't and I
climbed into the tub.  She flipped the switch beside her and the powerful
jets came to life massaging me from neck to toe.  She set the timer and
after asking if I was all right she went back to her office.  For the next
twenty minutes I basked in the feeling of the hot water and intense jets.
Before I knew it she was back in the room with fresh towels and this time I
didn't hesitate; I got up out of the tub and stood facing her in the raw as
she handed me the towels.
   "Good, very good," she said, "never be ashamed of your body Rick. 
You're tall and have a very lean, strong physique."
   Then she blatantly stared down between my legs and added, "believe me,
you have nothing to be ashamed of, quite the contrary for a young man your
age."
   At nearly sixteen I was almost six feet and one hundred and forty-five
pounds.  My cock was already as long as it would ever get at about six
inches although it would thicken a lot more over the coming years.  With
dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes I could have passed for a surfer type
I guess.
   Magda leaned up against the tub and we talked as she watched me continue
to dry myself off.  I had never been undressed in front of a woman and as
the nervousness wore off the excitement grew along with my cock.  I flushed
red as a beet and tried to hide it behind the towel.
   "Don't worry about that," Magda chuckled, "I have seen so many erections
in my work that they don't even phase me any more."
   Then I dropped the towel exposing my fully erect cock and she chuckled
again.
   "Well maybe just a little," she smiled.
   "I think everyone has some exhibitionist in them," she observed, "we are
born with it as children running around free in the buff."
   "How about you," I asked.
   "Oh I think it's getting late my young friend and time you to got
dressed.  How are you feeling now?" she asked.
   "Really good," I answered, "you're very good at what you do."
   "Yes, I am!" She said in a slow and sexy voice but it was probably just
my cock doing the listening.
   I finished dressing and headed home to jerk off at least four times that
night.  I had always seen Magda as an attractive woman but now it was as if
she lit a bonfire in my stomach.  As I stroked my cock that evening all I
could see and think of was her and her slight frame, tight shapely ass and
plump tits.  Her face had sharp features often found in European women and
her face was framed with shoulder length black hair.  Her features could
make her look so serious and almost threatening but then she would smile
and everything changed in an instant.  She had a smile that could light up
a room.
   The next morning I awoke feeling much improved.  My searing pain had
diminished to a dull ache.  As I walked over a little early I wondered if
would be lucky enough to get more therapy today.  I entered and went
straight to the basement and looked around for a good place to start.  I
heard some noise overhead in the kitchen and then noticed the empty glass
from the day before.  I decided to take it upstairs as an excuse to say
good morning.  Maybe I'd be lucky enough to catch her in a nighty or even a
baby doll.
   I climbed the stairs quietly and as I turned into the kitchen I stopped
dead in the doorway.  The first thing that caught my eye was her bare back,
then slender legs and the most beautiful ass I had ever seen.  She was
standing at the sink with her back to me as she finished a drink, she was
stark-naked.  Quietly as I could I began to step back out of the doorway.
   "Good morning Rick," I heard her voice, "you're early today."
   "Y..Yes I am, I wanted to get an early start, I'm so sorÉ," was all I
could get out as I watched her turn slowly around to face me.
   Her body was so lean and compact without an ounce of extra fat but her
breasts were plump and round with just a bit of sag that I found really
sexy.  She had large dark areolas and the left one was larger than the
right.  Her nipples were thick and huge and stuck out a good three quarters
of an inch.
   As I looked downward past her flat tummy my jaw dropped to see a bald
pussy.  In those days women or at least the ones I had seen in magazines,
all seemed to have little fur coats between their legs.  Magda's pussy
looked more like a little girl's than a woman's.  I wasn't sure if I liked
it but I did know I loved the look of her slit and puffy labia.  Many
decades would pass before shaving genitals would become more the norm.
   "I know what you're looking at," she said, "but you'll have to wait for
an explanation.  Right now just enjoy the view; I think I owe you this
after yesterday afternoon.  OhÉ and yes, I am enjoying it, maybe as much as
you are."
   After a minute she walked towards me and edged past through the doorway;
I was too dumfounded to move.  As she passed facing me, I felt her hard
nipples brush against my tee-shirt as she smiled.  Then she walked around
the corner to her room.
   I went straight back to the basement, dropped my shorts and masturbated.
I was so wound up I came within minutes, spraying cum all over the boxes
and furniture.  Then I sat down and tried to collect myself.  I had never
experienced anything so sexy.  All my sexual exploits to that point had
only amounted to a lot of kissing and heavy petting.  I had had peeks of
boobs and asses but never a real live pussy, let alone a bald one.  After I
calmed down a bit more I decided to throw myself into my work and clear my
head.  Now and then I would pass Magda in the hall as I moved boxes up to
the garage.  She was now dressed in her whites and was all business except
for the occasional warm smile.
   As much as I wanted to repeat my therapy session from the day before I
had to admit that I was feeling much better today.  Whatever magic she had
done really worked.  As I prepared to leave later that afternoon, I heard a
client enter up stairs and I knew there would be no joy in Mudville
tonight. I climbed the stairs and stopped by her office to say goodbye.
   "I'm all done for the day Magda, I'll see you Monday," I called out.
   "OK Rick," I heard her call from another room, have a nice evening. 
"See you early again Monday morning?"
   My heart leaped into my throat.  "For sure, count on it," I called back.
   The weekend couldn't move quickly enough for me as I anticipated what
awaited me on Monday morning.  After three nights of rubbing the skin off
my cock, I found myself walking back over on Monday morning just a little
earlier than I had Friday before.  I unlocked the door and looked into the
kitchen, she wasn't there.  Figuring I was too early I went downstairs to
regroup and wait for signs of life.  I could hear the shower running up in
Magda's room and after another minute it stopped.  A few minutes later I
could hear her walking from her room to the kitchen.
   "Are you down there Rick?" she called out.
   "Yes I am," I responded, my voice cracking under the strain.
   "Do you want to come up for tea or coffee?" she asked.
   "Sure, be right up," I answered.
   My heart was beating as I climbed the stairs rounding the corner to the
kitchen.  As I entered, all my hopes were dashed when I saw Magda wearing a
full-length sheer silk housecoat.  She was pouring herself a coffee and
offered me one.  I normally didn't drink it but I accepted just to have a
reason to be with her.  We sat down at her glass breakfast table by the
window and we talked.
   "I'll bet you were hoping for a repeat of Friday," She began.
   I nodded.
   "Well I needed to talk to you and this morning was the only free time I
had today.  I wanted to talk about what we did Friday and the day before."
She began.
   "You know how much older I am and wellÉ that you're considered a minor
in the eyes of the law." She continued.  "I could get in a lot of trouble
for what we did, not the therapy, the other stuff, are you aware of that?"
   Once again I nodded.  Then I tried to explain to her how what she had
done was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen in my life and that I
would sooner die than tell anyone.  I told her that even if we never did
anything again, I would never forget her kindness to me.
   She was clearly moved by my little speech and thanked me as she stood
from her chair and walked toward the door.
   "Oh shit!  Shit!  Shit!" She exclaimed as she approached the door.  She
turned back then walked up to me in the chair.  She then pulled the silk
tie in the front of her robe and both sides slipped away from her body like
receding waves from a beach.
   "Here's something for you to remember me by," she said as she stood mere
inches from my face.
   My head was swimming and my senses were on overload.  I could smell her
essence; feel the warmth radiating from her body.  Her lusty swollen
nipples were so close and I could clearly see moisture in her slit.  If
this was my last meal I was going to go for it.  I leaned forward and took
a nipple in my mouth.  It felt wonderful as I sucked it and tickled it with
my tongue.  Her response was immediate but confusing.
   "Oh god no," she moaned loudly, "We can't do this Rick, please stop."
   My brain was about to explode with indecision but somehow I stopped and
leaned back.
   "I'm so sorry," I apologized, "but I just couldn't help it, your nipples
are just so incredible I couldn't resist, I'm so sorry."
   But she just grunted, put her hand to the back of my head and pulled me
back to her tit.  I resumed suckling her right boob as I fondled and
pinched the left one.  That really got her going.  With the little
experience I had I knew nothing about pleasuring pussies beyond sticking a
finger in them.  I switched over and began to suck her other nipple while
my hand found its way to her dripping wet slit.  I was shocked at just how
my hand dripped with her moisture.
   As my fingers spread her juices over her swollen lips the musky scent
filled the air between us.  My fingers were coated and I automatically
brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean before continuing to massage
her pussy.  I was overcome by my first taste of pussy.  So delicious and so
fragrant it was a first that would haunt me for years.
   "Oh my god this is so wrong," Magda struggled to say, "OK please stop
now Rick, please stop."
   Again I did as she asked and she moved over and sat down in the other
chair and tried to collect herself.  Her robe was still open and I reveled
in the view through the glass tabletop.
   "You sweet wonderful boy," Magda began, "we just can't be doing this.  I
could lose everything, don't you understand?"
   "Yes of course I do," I replied, "but I can be quiet and keep a secret,
please believe me.  I will never tell a soul about us, not my parents and
especially not my friends.  I'll do what ever you want me to do."
   "I have to get on with my day," she said, "we won't be able to talk
again before tomorrow, we'll talk more then."
   She got up and went to her room and I headed for the basement.  The rest
of the day went smoothly and I got a lot accomplished as I threw myself
into my work once again.  All day long I could hear people coming and
going. This was the busiest I had ever seen her.  Around three o'clock she
called down to me that she was leaving for the rest of the day and would
see me in the morning, then she left.  I worked for another hour and headed
home myself.
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