I was between my junior and senior years in high school and it was a holiday weekend. Unfortunately, I had to work Friday night and by the time I was finished, my friends had all left town for the next three days. When I got home my folks told me they were going to spend the weekend in Palm Springs and I was on my own.
After thinking about it for a while I called my cousin, who was a few years older than me and lived with my aunt, and asked if they were going to be around that weekend. She told me they were and asked if I wanted to spend the time with them. My aunt was an amazing cook so I knew I wouldn’t be existing on fast food for the next three days, and the apartment complex they lived in had a nice pool. I packed a bag and headed out to the Valley.
The next day my aunt told me that they had a planned shopping trip and would be gone most of the day. She left me food for lunch and told me that the pool would probably be pretty empty as many of her neighbors had also gone away for the weekend. All of that worked for me. I changed into swim trunks, grabbed a towel and some tanning lotion and headed to the pool. Unlike most apartment pools, this one wasn’t in the center of the complex but was off on the side with a wood fence around it.
When I got there a couple of young kids were playing in the pool so I grabbed a lounge chair, put on the lotion and lay back to enjoy the sunshine. Soon the kids disappeared so I jumped in the pool, swam some laps and then went back for more sun. I did that a couple of times when I heard the gate open.
I looked over and this short, blonde, attractive woman with what appeared to be a nice rack walked in. She was wearing a short beach robe over a swimsuit of some type. At first, she didn’t see me but when she did, she turned around and went back out the gate. I figured she wanted to be alone or didn’t want a teenage boy watching her.
I decided I’d jump in the pool one more time, dry off with the sun and then go grab some lunch. Just as I was getting out of the pool, the blonde walked back in.
She walked over to me and said, “I’m Tanya, the apartment manager. Who are you?”
I told her my name - Jeff - and she asked who I was visiting. I gave her my aunt’s name and apartment number. And that satisfied her. Then she asked if I would be willing to help her move some things in her apartment. In the back of my mind, I figured I could make a few bucks helping her out. I told her I needed to dry off, she gave me her apartment number and told me to come by when I was ready to help.
I probably napped for a little while because when I became alert, I realized I was dry and I’d promised to help Tanya. I got my stuff together, put my t-shirt on and headed to her apartment.
I knocked, she opened the door and invited me in. Tanya was still dressed in the short beach robe and, I assumed, her swimsuit. She asked if I wanted anything cold to drink and I opted for a soda. She told me to sit on the couch and she’d be right back.
It took her a little longer than I thought it would but by only a few minutes. She had a soda and a glass of wine and sat down on the couch too. She asked me where I went to school, class year, etc. Just being sociable. I asked her about managing the apartment complex and she said it would be great except for some of the tenants. We chatted some more and finished our drinks.
I finally asked her to show me what she needed help with and Tanya stood up and pulled the belt holding the robe closed. It opened to reveal an amazing pair of tits – the first time I’d seen a real woman’s tits in my life. I’m sure my mouth was hanging open as I stared.
Tanya said, “Why don’t you start by helping me move these?”
Tanya walked over to where I was sitting, took my hands and placed them on her amazing tits. Remember, this was the 60’s and not all teenage boys were as experienced as they seem to be today. I had a girlfriend and I’d played with her tits but they were teenage girl tits, not woman tits. I’m sure my hands hardly moved but Tanya was smiling.
She sat down next to me, reached over and pulled me to her and started to kiss me. I responded and soon our tongues were touching and probing and our lips were locked together. At this point, I thought this was the greatest moment of my life. But I was so wrong. She broke the kiss, stood up and held out her hand for me to take.
Tanya said, “Let’s go find a more comfortable and quieter place.”
First, she led me to her front door, flipped a sign that said she’d back in a couple of hours and then closed and locked it. Then she led me down a short hallway to her bedroom. Again, I’m sure my mouth was still hanging open.
Once we were inside, Tanya closed the bedroom door and locked it too. She told me to take my t-shirt off, then shrugged her shoulders and the robe floated to the floor. She had obviously been wearing a bikini the whole time because the bottoms were still on. She walked over to me after I’d thrown my t-shirt on the floor and pulled me to her. Our lips locked again and our tongues starting dancing together. My hands returned to those magnificent tits and this time I was able to move my hands and rub and squeeze her tits and play with her nipples.
The next thing I knew, Tanya’s hand was on my trunks rubbing my extremely hard teenage dick. I figured if she could do that to me I could do it to her so I moved one hand down to her bikini bottoms and started rubbing her pussy. The heat from her pussy almost made me move my hand away but I didn’t.