Standing at the back sliding doors to her apartment felt as surreal as anything else that had happened in the previous hour. It was a moment of truth, and in a sense, I was standing at the doors of destiny. When she finally slid open the door, I was confronted by her shapely form clad in a soft, white short bathrobe. Her hair was loosely tied back in a bun.
Tara avoided looking me directly in the face, but curtly beckoned me to step inside. “Glad you decided to show up. C’mon in.”
I vaguely recall noticing the dull, tingling ache in my newly changed tennis shorts, not uncommon for me after masturbation back in those years, as if my cock couldn’t tell the difference between having had too much action or not having had enough.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Follow me into the kitchen. Are you hungry?”
“Yes, but it’s no big deal. I mean, you can save your food for your son if you need to,” I said nervously.
Totally ignoring my awkwardness, she unwrapped some leftovers from the fridge and put them in the microwave. Within moments, I held a steaming bowl of something, probably rice and chicken and was following her over to the sofa. She almost sat down next to me but then darted over to the sliding glass doors to make sure the draperies were fully closed. Back to the kitchen she darted, and within a moment she returned and sat near me on the sofa with her own food bowl. I ate mechanically, but grateful for the chow. Calories were essential for full focus, or for anything back then, after a day at the summer job. My eyes wandered over to her lap, her barely covered thighs, shockingly smooth legs, and her brightly painted toenails. She was the proverbial sight for sore eyes. We weren’t actually touching, but her presence and mild, clean scent almost made it seem so. Within moments, I could feel the warmth and sustenance of the food working its magic in my stomach and in my deeper sense of comfort.
“So, tell me more about this girlfriend of yours. Sounds like she was a total prude.”
“Kind of,” I meekly confessed. “She was moody for sure. I could never predict when she’d be grumpy, or playful. She did let me play with her body a few times, but then seemed to regret it and complained the next time I made a move on her.”
“Go figure. Well, let me tell you something: I was pretty prudish myself when I started dating and before I met Rob, so I kind of get it. But after nine years of marriage, I’m feeling ready to expand my horizons, you know?”
“I can respect that.”, I said, feeling the tension inside myself lower a notch or two.”
“How about a glass of wine?” This caught me off guard. Up to that point in my life no older woman had ever offered me alcohol. I graciously accepted and it wasn’t long before I felt the added glow of the dark liquid. Not only was I relaxing but a certain sense of ‘crush’ crept into my unseen emotional state. The whole scene started to feel less like a freak accident and more like a heady, hedonistic chapter out of a Penthouse magazine Forum entry.
I surprised myself with my newfound boldness. With my cock still aching beneath my shorts and my eyes filled with the delights of her rounded thighs and silky legs I slowly reached over and slid my hand onto her nearby leg, caressing it. I almost thought I detected a slight recoil on her part, as if I had caught her off guard, but this was quickly supplemented by a playful, devious smile. I’m nearly certain that my erection started growing again in earnest. Her skin looked and felt buttery, satin-like. I was in some kind of tantric buzz. I continued lightly tracing lines on the top of her knees and thighs.
My ethereal moment was interrupted when she suddenly took hold of my hand and lifted it a few inches. “Well, one thing we have to remember is that nobody in our office, and hopefully no one in the community here must know or even suspect you are in here. The gossip mill would blow like a volcano if anyone saw or noticed anything. Rob and I aren’t even officially separated. And especially I can’t let my son know you’re hanging around. It’ll be a miracle if no one noticed us going into the shower room this afternoon.”
Sobered, I straightened, sat up. “I hear you on that. I’d rather keep things on the low-down myself.” This seemed to put her more at ease and she gently replaced my hand between her warming knees. The buzz quickly returned. “I’m all about keeping a good secret.”
“Good. And one more thing. You know, my new man-friend, Dennis, has a lot more experience than me and is teaching me new things about myself. He’s an older guy in his fifties and sometimes takes a little longer to, you know, get things up and at it. He’s said a few times that he’d like us to find another play partner to spend time with us.”
“How does that work?” I asked naively.
“It means he’d like us to find a guy he can watch being with me, playing with me, and then maybe he would join us and do his own thing.”
This admittedly had me feeling momentarily confounded. First, a man in his fifties seemed incomprehensible to me at that time. He would have been my dad’s age! And second, I naively assumed that all red-blooded men demanded exclusivity from their lady friends, and would always fight off any interlopers.
“That’s interesting,” was all I could muster in reply.
“So, sweetie,” she said with a widening grin, “keep that idea in the back of your mind. You never know, It might end up being the most fun party you’ve ever been to.” I tried to file away that peculiar thought but she stood suddenly and pulled me to my feet. “In the meantime, we need to get better acquainted with each other.”
Leading me by my hand, Tara guided me to the staircase and stepped up just ahead. The bottom hem of her terry cloth robe lifted and situated itself at the same level as my face as I quietly followed her up. The bottom curve of her luscious butt cheeks peeked out from beneath and back at my hypnotized gaze. I thought I could almost detect her musky scent. My impulse control was overcome by yet another wave of wonderment. As we walked up, I reached up and lightly touched the outer reaches of her swaying derrière, sliding my fingers up and along the curvature of her cheek beneath her bathrobe. She abruptly stopped her climb mid-stairs.
“You getting a bit excited back there?,” she quipped. “Go ahead, why don’t you kiss it?” Her bum flexed and extended itself outward toward my face, the bathrobe riding up higher and revealing even more of her rounded flesh. My hand instinctively finished the lifting of the garment, and I spied for the first time a light green thong such as I had never before witnessed. Her bottom cheeks presented themselves as flawless, full and magnificent. Instinctively, my face leaned forward and I felt my lips land and become one with her inviting mounds; part kiss, part lick, part inhalation; a formative moment of timeless bliss that would impact my memory and preferences for the remainder of my life. I was now and forever a slave of the oral craft, of body worship and salivary-wet engagement.
How long this slow-motion staircase embrace lasted I can’t recall, but I do believe I overheard subtle sounds of halted breath, perhaps a gasp. I was pretty sure she was grooving on it. Thinking back on it now, I realize that more than likely she had been fantasizing about me well before that day. If only I knew back then what I know now! I most likely would have put more effort into flirting and parading my tight shorts whenever around her.
The impromptu ass-cuddling might have continued longer if she hadn’t reached back and patted my head. “C’mon tiger.” I caught my breath and up we went into the darkened hallway and into what was recognizable as the master bedroom. She clicked on a bedside lamp, though the evening daylight could still be seen through the curtained window. I noticed her bathing suit and towel draped over a nearby chair. The light was soft and indirect, making her appear much younger than her early-thirties-something mark.
The next surprise to hit me was that the sliding closet doors adjacent to the queen-sized bed were fully covered with mirrors. Why had I never noticed this in any of the other apartments before? Perhaps my boss had made a special ‘modification’ just for this unit or for this bedroom. In any case, it gave the odd impression that there were four persons present in the room, not just two, and our mysterious companions looked like clones of ourselves.
“Kind of cool, huh?” she said, sensing my fascination.
"Yeah, that is cool,” I replied. She sauntered over slowly and leaned into me. Though ten years older, Tara suddenly appeared ridiculously petite, like an adolescent. It was also obvious that I was a foot taller than her in height. We both knowingly smiled, staring directly at ourselves like long-lost friends. “You’ve really given me some big surprises today. Like, I can hardly believe it.”
“You’ve given me a few big surprises too,” she laughed. “Especially down there.” She reached over and lightly poked the confused, throbbing mass beneath my shorts. “I kind of suspected you had something going on down there, though. I can hardly believe you haven’t been jumped by a handful of our single-mother residents.”
Naturally, we leaned in closer, sat down on the edge of the bed and our arms comfortably encircled each other. Mother Nature seemed to be taking over. Age meant nothing. We were like two curious pioneers eager to embark on exploring a new universe. She felt so soft and cuddly that I might have remained perfectly satisfied to simply sit indefinitely in her embrace.
“I suspect that I have a lot I have to teach you.”
“No doubt on that.”
“What do you like to do?”
"Everything," I said, without confidence.
Tara lifted her hand and lightly caressed my cheek, then lifted her extending fingers into my hair, combing my bangs loosely to the side.
“Damn, are those curls natural?,” she laughed.
“Of course they are.”
“Do you like to kiss?”
“Hell yeah, I like to kiss.” This was an easy reply. I had invested perhaps hundreds of hours desperately necking with my girlfriend in many a darkened parking lot.
She wasted no time. Her round face and rose-puckered lips drew instantly up to mine and we became docked in a long and increasingly passionate kiss. All the old car-park instincts kicked in. Tara was a fantastic kisser, and her lips and tongue were like miniature ballerinas. Once past the trance of that hypnotic moment, my eyes finally opened and glanced over toward the mirror. There we were, all of us. There I was, over there, and my hands were now making slight inroads into and around her soft, almost breathing bathrobe. I felt and witnessed, as if in a movie, her shoulder revealing itself as the robe began to drop toward one side. How delicious her shoulders and shoulder blades felt to my investigative hands! And then her breasts, those magnificient swollen breasts from an hour ago, once again unveiling themselves to my theater vision.
“Fuck, I love these things,” I groaned, with growing boldness.
“I’ll bet you do. I want you to kiss and lick them…But not too hard.”
My thinking was parallel to hers, but made a perfume-scented segue way with my lips along her chin, slender neck and athletic shoulder before reaching her ripened, quaking fruits. Her nipples magically lifted and hardened, a perfect nursing pair. My eyes were drawn back to the nearby movie taking place a few yards away on the mirror. No VHS porno tape I had ever rented had ever looked this perfect.
“That feels really good, Baby. You seem to know what you’re doing.”
I could see a soft smile on her Buddha-like face. And now I was suddenly aware that I was hard as a rock; so hard it almost hurt. I felt a desperation to get my shorts off and to liberate my fantastical, pre-cum slathered rod. I didn’t even ask. I simply let go of her and pulled off both my shorts and t-shirt in one desperate motion. The sudden acrobatic move broke the concentration and she let loose a laugh.
“You little hot-rodder.” And she was right: I felt hot, literally hot. In the mirror I looked “hot”, even to myself. My slender but muscular body could not have looked any more perfect next to Tara’s petite, yet athletic Asian physique. The bathrobe was loosely formed around her waste, but not hiding it too well. I pulled it aside and away from her, leaving the two of us fully exposed to one another, and to our “guest” couple across the bed. God Almighty. Perfection!
Without standing up, we practically jumped each other, simultaneously. I threw my arms around her with my hands frantically caressing and exploring her body. Another round of wet and hungry kisses transpired, tongues twisting and probing. In my memory, this went on for many minutes. But if you could ask her now she might say that it all transpired in but a deluge of seconds. She had to break to spell.
“Just look at you. Just look at that.” Her hand moved lovingly down to the desperate, hardened shaft of my boy/manhood, lightly stroking and examining it once again for the mystery that it was. “Shhhit. Your old girlfriend might have been right. That fucking thing almost looks…like a giant. What the hell! I thought my first boyfriend’s cock was big, but this is like, way bigger.”
In my mind: Now what? I was contemplating giving some kind of apology. But I kept my wits. “Why didn’t you say something back at the pool shower room?”
She playfully laughed. “I was too in shock!” She paused. “But in a good way.” Her warm eyes returned and met mine. She kissed my forehead and our eyes reached across and gazed upon our naked visitors. “Fuck. Baby, just look at us.”
“I know. I know.”
The light in the room was growing softer as the sunlight dimmed. Our skin took on darker hues, even more resplendent with fleshly perfection. “And you know what? We are gonna have a hell of a lot of fun. And I’m going to show you things you never thought you’d see. I’m going to make you feel things you will never forget.”
“I’m into that for sure,” I meekly replied.
“You may be large, baby doll, but I’ll figure you out. It may have to go slow and easy at first, but I think I can work with this bad boy of yours.”
Relief. She had affirmed me, calmed a quiet insecurity. “Stand up,” she said abruptly. “Let’s compare again”. We rose to standing together in between the bed and the full length mirrors. “I like how tall you are, and if we face each other perfectly…just look at how our butts nicely curve out and away from each other.”
“So true. I agree that our butts are a good match in that respect. You have an amazing ass.” I felt as if I had discovered the portal to heaven. As if on cue, our arms and hands dropped down and cupped each other’s bottoms, in the perfect mirror image embrace. My lips dropped down to hers and she tilted backwards and our inflamed kisses ran another country mile. In my peripheral vision, I could spot our standing, embraced bodies twisting and turning in different ways. I felt her leg and thigh wrap around my lower body, Her thong soon dropped down to the floor. I had almost forgotten about it, and now it too, the final barrier, was gone. A moment later, I felt a strange wetness dabbing at various places on my pole as our half-gyrations continued.
“Are you getting excited?” I said, not even really joking.
“You dumb fuck,” she breathed. “What do you think??”
I could have laughed nervously out loud, like a teenager, but I stayed quiet. I knew she was going to be in control. I sensed this was going to be something like the ride of my life, and she was at some kind of point-of-no-return. I was about to do something really unfathomable with my bosses wife. As if slain in the spirit by some televangelist, I dropped to my knees and pulled Tara’s belly into my face. My fingers traced the length of her thighs and legs, up and down, as if reading the softest of coded brail. Her architecture…how deeply I wanted to know, and taste and engage her warm and silky architecture…
(To be continued in part 3)
