Mrs. Bramm was in her late thirties. I’d only met her a couple of times previously when she’d come over to our house to play backgammon with my mom and a few of her other female friends. I tried to avoid them as much as possible by staying in my room playing video games. On the rare occasions I had met the backgammon crowd, they’d made me uncomfortable by telling my mom what a handsome young boy she had and how I’d make a young lady very happy one day. That, and questions about what I was studying, what sports I was playing, whether I had a girlfriend or perhaps several, was just too embarrassing. I wasn’t interested in a bunch of what I considered at the time to be mature women. Most of them had husbands and kids of their own so I couldn’t understand why they were teasing and openly flirting with me, a nineteen-year-old boy, in front of each other. I figured it was probably just their way of having some fun together with no further intent. That is until something happened which flipped a mental switch.

One evening I met Mrs. Bramm in the hallway on her way to the bathroom. I said a quick ‘hello’ and was about to walk past her when she raised her arm in jest to block me.

“Halt, who goes there?” she asked me mockingly.

I knew it was a silly game, but it felt strangely sexual, especially as her blouse was unbuttoned enough for me to see the top of her boobs peeking out from her white lace bra. She must have been aware that she was revealing a little more than the average woman.

“Hi Mrs. Bramm,” I replied, forcing a smile.

“You can call me Cindy.”

“Hi Cindy.”

“My closest friends call me Cindy.” she whispered, lowering her arm, “Particularly, my very close male friends.”

As she walked past me, I turned my head to see her flowing, wavy blonde hair and shapely body walking toward the bathroom. She was wearing a knee-length black shirt, with black seamed stockings and patent black heels. Her buttocks swayed gently with each step, causing me an erection within seconds. That evening I masturbated in bed over the thought of whisking her to my room and having sex with her. I kissed her soft red lips while looking into her dark brown eyes, thrusting my cock deep inside her as she sat astride me, her ample breasts bouncing in rhythm to our lovemaking. I jizzed like never before, the cum shooting out in multiple long pulsating spurts until my balls felt completely drained.

For the next several days, I thought about what had happened and what she’d said. On the one hand, it was exciting but on the other I thought that Mrs. Bramm had probably drunk a bit too much apple cider. I couldn’t decide what she’d meant by her hallway intervention. Was she coming on to me, or was she simply expressing a fact? As much as I didn’t like the group teasing and questioning from the backgammon ladies, I liked the idea of having more one on one time with Cindy. The idea of fucking her fueled several more nights of wanton jerking, but I was unable to fathom how I could realistically find myself alone with her. It wasn’t like I could hang out in the hallway every Tuesday evening until the next time she appeared. And then what? I could hardly ask her point blank if she wanted to jump into bed with me. Besides, she was married and had a grown up daughter.

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“Lex, can you run this over to Mrs. Bramm’s house on your way to the gym?” my mother asked.

Hearing Mrs. Bramm’s name made my heart skip a beat. It had been six weeks since the incident in the hallway and I hadn’t seen her ever since, even though she had come over to play backgammon each week. I had steered clear of any further connection with the ladies.

“What is it?” I asked, looking at the envelope Mom was handing me.

“It’s one of her diamond earrings,” Mom replied, “I found it down the side of the sofa. I called her earlier and left a voicemail to let her know that you’d be stopping by to give it back to her. If she’s not at home, you can slip it through the letterbox.”

For a brief second, I wondered why Mom couldn’t just give it to her the following Tuesday, but I quickly realized that this would be a chance to finally meet Mrs. Bramm face to face. However, before I could even respond, Mom told me that Mrs. Bramm was going on a six-week cruise with her husband and that she would almost certainly need her special anniversary earrings.

“Of course,” I responded, taking the envelope.

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I walked up the gravel path to the Bramm’s house. It was a beautiful two-storey brick construction with a red slate roof, Greek columns supporting the porch and arched windows on both floors. It was evident from the house and grounds that Mr. Bramm was making a lot of money. I remembered my mother once telling my father that he was a lawyer and she was a stay-at-home mom.

During my trip, I was questioning myself about how I would handle the situation. Despite my attempts to think of ways of seducing Mrs. Bramm, I realized that there were simply too many obstacles to overcome to even contemplate approaching the subject. What if Mr. Bramm was at home? What if her daughter was at home? What if she had been drunk when she’d told me to call her Cindy? What if she wasn’t drunk and had since changed her mind? I contemplated pushing the envelope through the letterbox without even ringing the doorbell, but finally I decided that I would play it cool. I pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to respond.

“Hi Lex, come on in,” Mrs. Bramm beckoned, “your mom said you would be coming.”

She was wearing a light-blue silk bathrobe that was drawn in at the waist, amplifying the roundness of her boobs. As a horny young teenager, I wondered if she was wearing anything underneath. Her hair was wild and unkempt, as though she had just tumbled out of bed, but she still looked gorgeous.

I stepped into the hallway and she closed the door behind me. I took a brief look around, noticing the grandeur of the surroundings, the wooden spiral staircase leading up to the second floor and the two opulent Greek statues standing to each side.

There were ancient paintings hanging on the walls, which I suspected were highly valuable, and some intricately decorated pieces of antique furniture lining the walls.

“It’s all fake,” she said, noticing my gaze, “Much like Mr. Bramm.”

I had no idea what to say, so I stood there silently and handed her the envelope. She took it from me and tore open the end before tipping the contents into her hand. I watched as she held her palm upwards, observing the shimmering jewel as though it were something she’d never seen before. She grimaced with contempt for the object.

“You’re not fake, are you Lex?” she asked solemnly.

“I don’t think so,” I answered.

“You seem passionate,” she continued, “A young man who values people above wealth.”

Before I could answer, she tugged at the belt around her waist letting her bathrobe fall open, exposing her beautiful figure clad in a dark-blue matching set of sheer lace bra and panties. I had only ever seen pictures of women like her in glossy magazines. None of my girlfriends had come close to having a body like her. I felt my cock stiffen up instantly at the sight of her body.

“I don’t care for material things,” she said, “I care about human relationships. I care about intimacy. I care about sex. I want to feel rather than to own. Mr. Bramm thinks that one can replace the other, but it can’t, can it?”

“No,” I replied, not quite sure exactly what she meant, but recognizing the required response.

She let the bathrobe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor before taking me by the hand and leading me up the staircase. I still remember tagging along behind her, observing the beauty of her long slender legs, the roundness of her tight little butt and her trim waistline. She was like a goddess, leading me to heaven. My head was in a whirl.

Once upstairs, she led me into the bedroom where there was a beautiful wooden four-poster bed with sheer lace drapes and a white cotton duvet with white linen sheets. She turned to face me and kissed me on the lips before flinging herself backward onto the bed like a rag doll.

“It’s all fake,” she said again, “All fake except you and me. We’re human.”

I undressed as quickly as possible, observing her lying there waiting for things to happen. She smiled at me as I pulled down my pants and took off my shirt. She wasn’t in a rush. She knew what she wanted and she had chosen me to give it to her.

I got into bed and lay down beside her. We started kissing, wrapping our arms around each other, intertwining our legs. I had never felt anything like it before with any other woman. There was a natural symbiosis between us as we touched each other, rubbing our bodies together in a crazed frenzy. I slipped my hand between her legs, feeling the wet patch of her panties for a moment before running my hand behind her back and unclasping her bra.

“Do you like them?” she asked, referring to her gorgeous boobs.

“I love them,” I answered, kissing and flicking my tongue across her nipple.

While I kissed and played with her breasts, she reached down and grabbed hold of my throbbing rod.

“Wow,” she said, “It’s really stiff!”

I was indeed stiffer than I’d ever felt before, but at the same time I felt more in control. I knew that I wanted to pleasure her as much as possible before I shot my load.

I kissed her from her breasts down to her stomach, then darted my tongue into her neatly shaven snatch. She moaned as I did so. I lapped at her pussy juices, gradually sliding down in the bed until my head was in between her legs. Without having much experience, I improvised by flicking her clitty with the tip of my tongue and kissing her pussy. It seemed to be working because within a minute or so she had squirted onto the bed sheets. I held my head there, continuing to lick her more and more voraciously until she squirted again and pushed my head away. I could tell that she liked what I was doing, but it was becoming too intense for her.

“Come inside me!” she begged.

I got up and moved until I was lying on top of her, in the missionary position. She reached down and guided the tip of my cock between her pussy lips. I loved the feel of her silky soft skin beneath me, and the look of pleasure on her face. She smiled at me with a wide grin while she pulled my girth toward her.

“You’re big. Be gentle,” she urged.

I moved slowly back and forth, feeling the tightness of her pussy gently easing until I was able to slip inside. She let out a few soft little moans as I pushed deeper and deeper inside her. Once I was completely inside, I held my swollen cock there, looking into her eyes. She let out a deep breath, sighing.

“Wow!” she said.

I watched as her eyes glazed over with the emotion of the moment, slowly pulling away and then filling her again. She stuck her fingernails into my back as we kissed frantically. I couldn’t feel the pain, but I knew that I was probably bleeding. I didn’t care. She could tear me apart. It didn’t matter.

Building up momentum, I was soon pumping her like crazy, slapping my balls against her buttocks. She bit my lip while she came again, her juices dripping onto the already soaked bed sheets.

“Come, Lex, I want you to cum inside me!” she squealed, thrashing her arms about.

Hearing her beckoning voice, the sight of her bedraggled blonde hair and sexually exhausted face, not to mention her boobs swaying with the rhythm of my thrusts, sent me over the edge. I felt like a beast, unleashing my power and sharing it with my loved one. She stared at me while I streamed inside her, putting her arms around my neck, and finally pulling my head toward her to kiss me. We embraced passionately, tasting each others lips and swirling our tongues together.

“That was real,” she said, smiling.

“Very real, Cindy,” I responded, sliding to one side and spooning her while kissing her delicate neck.