The Summer of 76

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The Summer of 76In the summer of 1976 I was a painfully shy 18 year old boy who had never kissed a girl. I couldn’t even start a conversation with a girl without stuttering a bit from nervousness. I was a virgin with no prospects and even less hope. I thought about sex constantly, masturbating several times a day, but there seemed to be no chance that my fantasies might come to life. And what was worse was that in the fog of adolescence I was becoming convinced that this might end up being a lifelong condition. It was a rather depressing period for me.On a June night that year I was in the back yard of my parent’s house cleaning up after a heavy storm that had passed through that afternoon. There were numerous tree branches to pick up and some lawn furniture that needed straightening. The yard was my assigned chore area. I was responsible to keep it looking neat and clean. I was raking the lawn when I heard a voice.”Hello there! Excuse me! Hey guy, do you think you could help me out for a minute?”I looked up and saw a woman leaning across the four foot fence that separated our yard from that of the green duplex behind us. I knew my neighbors fairly well but I had never seen her before. I went over to see what she needed.”Hi, my name is Karen. I just moved into the upstairs apartment over here. I was about to go out to the store but I can’t get my car out because the wind blew a tree down in back of it. Do you think you could help me move it out of the way?””Sure, I’ll be glad to help you, ma’am. My name is Michael.”I grabbed the top of the fence and vaulted my legs over, landing on the other side in one smooth motion.”Wow, that was pretty good! You must be in good shape to do something like that.””Well, I try. I was on the gymnastics team at school.””Ok, then I think I found the right man for the job as this tree looks a bit heavy. There’s no way I can move it.”As we were walking over to the driveway at the east end of the building, I took a closer look at Karen. I guessed she was in her 50’s as she looked about my mother’s age. But she had definitely held up a lot better than my mother. Her tight fitting clothes emphasized a great figure and showed off her well developed curves. I remember thinking at that time that she must have been hot as hell when she was younger. But it was a passing thought as I had no real attraction to her as the age difference was so great that that kind of sexual thinking just couldn’t enter my mind.Nearing her car, a Ford Mustang, I saw the tree that had fallen behind it, barely missing it by a few feet. It was an old birch tree that had been in the yard for as long as I could remember. The wind had toppled it, pulling it right out of the ground, exposing its roots. The trunk was about a foot in diameter. I could see that it would be a challenge to move it but I thought I could handle it. I grabbed the tree at the far end and tried to pull it but the weight of it was too much for me. It wouldn’t budge. I bore down harder but again no movement.”Wow, it’s heavy! What can we do?””I’ll get it ma’am. Give me a minute.”I bent a bit lower, gritted my teeth and pulled as hard as I could. The tree moved slightly, maybe an inch. I kept pulling, digging in my heals, using all my strength. The tree began to slide and as it gained a certain momentum I was able to keep it going until it finally was clear from the back of Karen’s car. I dropped it down, breathing heavily with sweat pouring off me.”Wow! You are a very strong guy. Thank you so much!””No problem. I’m glad I could help.”My new neighbor then leaned over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek putting her left hand on my right shoulder to pull herself in closer. It was unexpected but not too outlandish as an expression of gratitude. But when she took her hand down her fingernails dragged across my chest, one of them connecting with my right nipple. At the same time her right breast rubbed against my left arm. I was sure both contacts were accidental but the sensations hit me like a bolt of sexual lightning. I was immediately aroused and I felt my cock spring to attention. blood rushed to my face. I was blushing with embarrassment.Karen looked at me and smiled: “Ok, Michael, thanks again! I gotta run.”I was glad she didn’t say anything. I guess she didn’t notice. I watched her back out of the driveway and waved to her.I immediately went back to the house and up to my bedroom. I had a vicious hard on that needed to be taken canlı bahis care of. I laid on the bed and thought about Karen. Over and over again I relived feeling the pressure of her breast on my arm and the pleasure of her fingernail scr****g against my sensitive nipple. I ejaculated all over my chest, laying there for a few minutes in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. I felt a little twisted knowing that I was turned on by a woman who was so much older but I thought this would be a one time thing.It wasn’t. Within an hour I masturbated over her again. Over the next few days I kept jacking off over her again and again. I couldn’t believe how intense the feelings were. Then one afternoon while I was stroking my cock I heard the sound of her Mustang pulling in. I went to the window of my second floor bedroom and peeked out so just my head was visible. Karen was getting out of the car, going around it to get a bag from the passenger’s side. She had on a halter top that showed off her large shapely breasts. My jaw dropped. I started pumping my cock furiously. I must have closed my eyes for a second savoring the feeling. When I looked back I saw that Karen was looking up at me with a smile. She waved at me. I immediately ducked back out of the window, again extremely embarrassed. She couldn’t have known what I was doing but I’m sure she was wondering why I backed off without waving back. I laid on the floor and got myself off with visions of Karen in my head.Over a week later I was cutting the grass when Karen came over to the fence again. I was glad to see her but I felt anxious. I didn’t want my sexual desire for her to show in any way. “Hey Michael, it’s good to see you again! I just wanted to say hi and thank you again for helping me with the tree. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here.””Oh, it was no big deal, I was glad to help.””Well, hey, you know, I was hoping you would say that because I think I need some of your strength again. I dropped a ring in the space between the refrigerator and the counter in my kitchen. I’ve tried and tried to get it out but I can’t. The fridge needs to be moved and I can’t budge the thing. Do you think you could help me out one more time. I’d be so grateful.””Sure, ma’am, I can ….”Michael! You will call me Karen! Ok?””Ok ma’am, I mean Karen.” I started to laugh and Karen giggled along with me. I hopped the fence and followed her back to her apartment. As she walked in front of me I looked at her backside. She had a firm ass that moved up and down so nicely as she walked. I was getting aroused again. I tried to look elsewhere, to think of anything else, but it wasn’t easy.”I had put a ring on the counter and I knocked it off by accident. You can see it down there jammed in the space.”I pulled and pushed the refrigerator side to side just a little bit at a time. It was very awkward to move. Finally I was able to open up just enough space to put my arm in. I reached as far back as I could go and captured the ring between two fingers. I pulled it out. It was a diamond ring. I didn’t know much about such things but I knew this was an expensive ring as the stone seemed quite large to me.”Oh, thank you Micheal! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m taking it to a jeweler tomorrow to sell it. I can’t wait to get rid of it.””Why? It seems like a very nice ring.””Oh yes, the ring is quite nice! It’s worth more than my car. It’s my wedding ring, a gift from my dear husband, the jerk who is now out of my life for good. The divorce was final the other day.””Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.””Oh Michael, hush! It’s fantastic! I was so tired of living with that idiot. I’ve hated him for years. I hung around for the sake of my k**s and the fact that he made good money, but enough is enough. I’m living for me now! In fact, I tell you what, I have a bottle of French Champagne here. Let’s have a glass or two. You can help me celebrate!”I was uncertain. My naivete in life extended to drinking. I had had two beers once when I was 16. They made me feel very goofy. I did not want to embarrass myself in front of Karen. But I also wanted to visit with her and talk. So I agreed.We sat on the couch in her living room. She filled a couple of wine glasses with pink champagne. The bubbles tickled my throat but surprisingly I liked the taste. I watched Karen drinking hers and I matched her pace. It wasn’t long before a second and a third glass were filled. I began to feel a bit bahis siteleri giddy. Karen was doing 90% of the talking. She was very happy and animated. It was a joy listening to her. She talked about her life and the great things she wanted to do now that she was free to do them. I felt very honored that she was sharing such personal details with me. It made me feel older, more mature. I felt a closeness to her. And as the champagne took more effect I began to look at her body more and more without being too noticeable. I was especially looking at her breasts. The tight cotton top she was wearing emphasized their size and shape. They were gorgeous. I kept trying not to look at them too much, just kind of sneaking glances now and then. I also felt the erection in my pants.Eventually we emptied the bottle, splitting the last bit with a half glass each. Karen raised her glass, tapping it against mine. “To our new friendship!”I returned the toast: “Yes, to our new friendship.””So tell me Michael, how many girlfriends you got?””Uh …. well, not too many, really.””What do you mean?””Well, none, I guess, really.” I was nervous and embarrassed by the question.”Aww, c’mon, a good looking athletic guy like you; you should have gals chasing you around!””Well, not quite Karen, I’ve never had a girlfriend.””What? How come?””I guess I’m too shy. I just don’t know what to do””Oh, c’mon now, Michael. I’m sure you know what to do!””I just don’t know how to approach girls. I’m too shy.””Oh, ok, I think I see the problem now.”In a move that I never would have expected in a thousand years, Karen came over to me and sat on my lap facing me with her legs straddled over mine. I was terrified.”How’s that? Is that ok? I hope it’s not uncomfortable for you.”I couldn’t answer. I was speechless.”You know Michael, I’ve noticed you looking at me sometimes. I feel rather flattered by it.”She looked in my eyes and smiled sweetly at me. To this day I still can’t believe I did it, as I definitely didn’t do it consciously, but I put my hands on Karen’s breasts and cupped them softly. My heart was pounding with fear. As Karen leaned forward she whispered to me: “It’s ok, baby.” She then kissed me, her lips making a soft contact with mine. It was the most glorious feeling I had ever experienced. I closed my eyes and a wave of indescribable pleasure came over me. I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. The only thing that existed in my universe was the feel of the kiss. I was submerged in an ocean of utter joy, the likes of which I had never felt before. Karen forced her tongue between my lips. I moved mine forward to meet hers. Our tongues danced together, sliding and twirling against each other in an erotic rhythm. The warmth and wetness were exhilarating. I squeezed her breasts lightly in my hands, feeling their fullness. Her palms went to the back of my head, sliding her fingers through my hair, pulling me forward with a slight pressure to bring me in closer to her. There was no doubt that Karen was in command here and I gladly welcomed that. I responded to her, grateful that she was sharing her experience with me. The kiss was long and passionate but never hurried. We were both savoring it to the fullest. I was in heaven.As the kiss continued Karen’s fingers traveled down to the buttons on my shirt. Gradually she unbuttoned every one until my shirt was open. I gasped as she ran her hands over my chest. I felt her fingers moving in small circles around my nipples. My head jerked backwards and I cried out as she sc****d her nails across both nipples at the same time.”Hmmm …. very sensitive there, aren’t you? Let’s see how you like this.”My newfound lover leaned down and started sucking on my right nipple while simultaneously pinching the left one. I let out a loud moan followed by a piercing screech. I knew my nipples were sensitive but this was a thousand times more pleasurable than they had ever been from self touch. I was in the clouds. Gradually Karen increased the pressure, biting and pinching the taut nipples harder and harder. I began to scream with deep panting breaths in between. I felt like I might explode. I could not think about anything. I was totally absorbed in Karen’s sensual ministrations. What she was giving me was far more intense than any fantasy I had ever had. Karen then sat back straight up and looked into my eyes. She gave me a knowing smile that told me she was in tune with where I was at.”Ok, Michael, bahis şirketleri let me show you something I know you’ve been dying to see.”With one smooth motion Karen lifted her top over her head and threw it aside. She unhooked her black lace bra from the front and tossed it on the floor. She then put her hands behind her back thrusting her incredible breasts forward. I was in awe, intoxicated with the pure beauty of her magnificent mounds of flesh that were now no longer just a dream for me. I caressed them softly in my hands savoring the feel of them. Karen leaned forward putting them in front of my face. I moaned as I began to kiss and lick them. Tears rolled down my cheeks as feelings of ecstasy overwhelmed me. I fondled and kissed her tits. I didn’t want the feeling to ever end.”Come with me, Michael.”She held my hand, leading me into her bedroom. We stopped by the side of the bed where Karen undressed me. I stood naked before a woman for the first time. Karen moved her hands all over my body. I felt so alive. When she placed her warm hands around my cock my knees buckled.”Oh my god, baby, you have a beautiful body! I’ve been thinking about it a lot from the moment we met. It’s so good to touch you.”I couldn’t believe I was hearing such words. As I stood there Karen took off the rest of her clothes. She then hugged me. I put my arms around her and squeezed her body into mine.”Let’s get in the bed and make love.”And we did. Five times we indulged in lovemaking that was beyond my wildest dreams. The breaks between were short as my cock came back to full erection very quickly, especially with my beautiful lover touching me in ways that kept bringing my arousal back to peak level. The two of us let loose with everything we had. We were a perfect match; a potent hungry virgin male and a frustrated woman with years of pent up desire bursting to come out. At times we went at each other viciously, grabbing and clawing at each other without any restraint. At others we were soft and gentle, pleasing each other with light touches, whispering words of passion into each others ears. We fucked and sucked and wore each other out until we fell blissfully asleep in each others arms.It was our Summer of Love. We got together as much as possible, secretly of course. We couldn’t get enough of each other. In the beginning Karen was my teacher, showing me aspects of sexual pleasure that I never imagined. As I gained in experience and confidence I made great efforts to bring her pleasure in any ways I could think of. We shared secrets and our most intimate desires. We scaled to the heights of sexual nirvana together.One day as we were laying in bed I told Karen that I was in love with her. She smiled at me.”Baby, we can’t be in love. It won’t work. Let’s just enjoy what we have now for the moment. Someday you will find love and be very happy with a woman. But I can’t be the one for you and you can’t be the one for me.”I cried. I told her that somehow we could make it through but every time she steered me away from it. It hurt, but when I thought about it rationally, I knew she was right. So I tried desperately to put the emotions in check while enjoying the intense physical joys of our relationship. In late August Karen gave me news I didn’t want to hear.”Michael, I’ve been offered a teaching job in Ohio. I’m going to take it. I need to make a change. This job is a great opportunity for me to make a fresh start. I’m sorry, baby. I know this news will hurt you. It hurts me too. We’ve had a great time together but it can’t last. It’s time to move on with our lives. It is hard but it’s for the best. You’re gonna start college in a few weeks and you need to concentrate on what’s best for your future too.”I cried for days. I was despondent. Three days before Karen was to leave I took a trip to the ocean for a week. I never saw her again.Time heals. I got over the pain. I went to college, did well, got married, all the usual things. Life was good. But I never forgot Karen. She was my first. Thinking of her always made me smile.In June 2016 I received a small package via certified mail. It was from an attorney in Ohio. Karen had died at the age of 92. In her will it stipulated that the enclosed letter and object was to be sent to me upon her death. I opened it.==================Dear Michael,The day we met I pulled a piece of bark off the birch tree you moved for me. When we became lovers I had it encased in plastic and made it into a key chain. I’ve carried it for 40 years. I want you to have it now.Karen===================On the end of the key chain was a well worn key for a Mustang.I said a prayer for the beautiful woman who changed my life.

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