In the summer of 1976, I was a painfully shy eighteen-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 the 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."
"Okay, 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 fifties 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 heels, 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: "Okay, 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 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 scraping 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! Okay?"
"Okay 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, Michael! 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 kids 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 sixteen. 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 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.