It was the summer of 1982.
I was a pale, skinny, sixteen-year-old boy. I didn’t have many friends, I was excellent at English, Drama, and Art, but not interested in math or science, but I loved music and playing the piano.
I was perpetually horny, and today was no exception. I was lying on the front lawn with my hand in my shorts playing with my hard cock when a taxi pulled up next door with my beautiful neighbor Victoria Hill.
Victoria Hill was born in England. She was in her late thirties. She was tanned and fit, with shoulder-length, light brown hair. She was about five-feet-six-inches inches tall and had very striking features. She wasn’t traditionally pretty but had a fantastic body and very sexy, mesmerizing eyes.
She had no children and lived with her first husband, who I found out later was John. Up to that point, we had only said hello to each other, but I had fantasized about her many times before.
Victoria got out of the taxi with some luggage. She waved at me and said hello and smiled as I realized my hand was still inside my shorts. I quickly pulled my hand out as she went inside her house.
About ten minutes later, she ran out and went to the neighbor’s house on the other side. She was clearly upset.
A short time later, the police and an ambulance showed up. I found out later that Victoria's husband had killed himself while she was out of town. He was found naked in his car, in the garage with the motor running.
About a week later I was in my back yard just finishing mowing the lawn, when I heard a crash in Mrs. Hill’s yard, I looked through the fence and Mrs. Hill on the ground crying with contents of a box on the ground.
I asked her through the fence. “Are you okay?”
“No!” she sobbed.
I climbed over the fence and helped her pick up the box’s contents. It was mainly books and photographs. She opened the door to her house, and I followed her in with the box.
“You can put it on the table,” she told me in her English accent. “You are Brian, aren’t you? She asked.
“Yes.”
She sat down at the kitchen table, and I sat opposite of her.
Her eyes were red from crying, but she looked quite beautiful. She was wearing a silk flowered blouse and shorts.
We sat in silence for a while before she took a photograph from the box. She stared at it for a while, and then she started crying again.
I sat there awkwardly, not sure what to do until she leaned forward and hugged me.
She held me tightly, rocking back and forth, sobbing into my shoulder.
She pulled back and looked at me in her tear-filled eyes the kissed me very passionately!
It is all kind of a blur as her tongue entwined with mine. Kissing me and biting my lower lip. Her hand moved down to my now hard cock and rubbed it through my shorts.
She smiled and grabbed my hand and guided it to her breast. She opened her blouse and exposed her braless breasts. I slowly massaged her perfect round breast. She then pulled my head to her breast and told me to suck on her hard nipples. I enthusiastically sucked on her hard, brown nipples.
She then moved my hand down between her legs. It was warm against my hand. She stood up and pulled off her shorts, exposing her beautiful shaved pussy. She sat back down and spread her legs. There was a glistening wetness on the flowering lips of her labia. She pulled to the ground and grabbed my hair and pulled my head firmly down to her wet pussy.
“Lick me!” She ordered.
My tongue moved up and down her pussy lips, up to her clitoris. She moaned and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face hard against her. She squeezed her legs together so I could hardly breathe.
“Yes! Just like that!” She screamed, “Faster! Fuck! Yes!”
Victoria pushed my head back.
“Lick my asshole,” She ordered.
I looked up at her but did not hesitate and did as I was told.
She played with her clit as my tongue pushed deep in her tight asshole.
She started to vibrate, and her moans made way to screams of pleasure. Her fingers moved quickly across her clitoris, encouraging me to lick her faster until she came in a torrent of spasms.
Then she shoved me roughly away as she tried to control her labored breathing. I sat on the floor watching this beautiful woman, legs spread, glowing with slight perspiration. I didn’t notice, but I was rubbing my cock through my shorts. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me with no expression.
