Mrs Bell The Next Day
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The year was 1973. I was in high school but was at home for an extended period after having undergone emergency surgery for a k**ney issue, complications from which nearly killed me.
That being said, I was eventually sent home. Mom and Dad both worked during the day but I was more than capable of being home alone at that age, except for one issue: a surgical opening, where a drain tube had been inserted, wasn't fully closed up and still seeped fluid. As such, a sterile dressing had to be changed every 4-5 hours. The wound was just below the back part of my rib cage on the right side, an area I couldn't reach myself.
Enter Mrs. Bell, Mom's best friend in the neighborhood.
Sara lived the next street over, down a few houses from our back yard. When she learned of the dressing change issue, Mrs. Bell quickly volunteered to stop in around noon each day to change it.
Boy, was I happy!
Sara was a statuesque gal, her red hair cut in a short bob. She'd had two c***dren and, though a little wide in the hips, had somehow maintained a fantastic figure. Her best attribute, aside from her little turned-up nose and full lips, was her tits. They were astounding, at least 40-DD. It was no wonder all the neighborhood guys who were friends with her son always wanted to swim in the Bell's pool, because she spent a lot of time sunning herself. Once I'd discovered jacking off, Sara was almost always the center of my fantasy.
I can attest now, all these decades later, that fantasies sometimes do come true.
That first day was a sunny, spring affair, unseasonably warm for early May. I was laying on the couch in our living room watching TV, shirtless and wearing my favorite pair of athletic shorts, when I heard the back door open.
"Hi, anybody home?" It was Mrs. Bell.
I could feel my cock stirring, the thought of all those jerk-off sessions involving Mrs. Bell coming to mind as she rounded the hall corner and walked into the room.
"Uhh, your Mom did tell you I was stopping in to change your dressing, didn't she?" Sara asked, noting the obvious alarm on my face, which was a burning beet-red.
"Yeah, yes she did", I choked out.
Mrs. Bell was wearing an orange bikini top with denim shorts, the kind with the frayed bottoms, very popular back then. Her breasts, a light film of tanning oil covering the exposed areas, were mouth-watering, her tan in stark contrast to the bright orange. I was starting to sport the tent-pole look in the cotton gym shorts I had on.
"I see Brenda (my Mom) has things all ready." The antiseptic, 4 by 4 gauze pads and surgical tape were sitting atop the end table near where my head rested on a pillow at the end of the couch. "Turn onto your left side and I'll have this done in a jiffy."
I did as she asked, now sporting a real diamond-cutter in my shorts. There was no way Mrs. Bell couldn't have noticed.
"Wow, that's quite a little hole you have there", she said, the cool feeling of her fingertips on my skin as she removed the old dressing sending a pulse of electricity across my abdomen. "Does it hurt at all?"
I turned my head slightly towards her. "N-no, it just itches a little sometimes."
As I said that, Mrs. Bell leaned over to pick up the gauze pads and antiseptic, those huge, tanned tits a mere two inches from my face. Oh, God...
She seated herself on the edge of the couch, her hips right up against my ass cheek as she worked on the dressing change. I glanced down at the top of my shorts, panicked at seeing the very tip of my cock protruding slightly above the waistband of my shorts. Nooooo!
Sara must've noticed me looking down, because what she said next nearly caused my cock to explode.
"Wow, you're a little excited about this dressing change, I see." A little smirk in her smile, followed by a wink.
I couldn't speak at first. Then I squeaked, "I-I'm sorry." I thought I would die of embarrassment.
"Oh, there's nothing to be sorry about, Bobby", she said, finishing the bandage change. "It's normal for a teenage boy to experience something like that when they're alone with a woman. As a matter of fact, I take your erection as a compliment", she smiled, her hazel eyes fixed firmly on my crotch. "I'm flattered I turn you on like this."
Then, back to business. 'Bandage is all done, you can turn onto your back now."
She made no move to get off the couch as I readjusted the way I was laying, her right hip firmly against mine. She shocked me once again as her right hand glided over the cotton fabric covering my straining rod, giving it a slight squeeze as she looked me in the eyes. "Can I see it?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Bell eased the fingers of both hand inside the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my ass slightly, as if in a trance, as she fully exposed my package as she slid my shorts down. "My, you're very well developed for your age, Bobby, I'm impressed!"
Sara's hands both went to the back of her neck, untying the fabric string knot of her orange top. "I guess it's only fair that I show you something, since you let me see that beautiful cock of yours." As she said that, Mrs. Bell peeled her top down, exposing her cherry-red, thimble-sized nipples nestled in the whiteness of the untanned portions of her breasts.
Sara Bell was absolutely stunning. It felt as if my cock would split its skin as it swelled larger than ever.
Without a word, the woman who was my Mom's best friend, whose family had eaten with mine on many occasions, grabbed my right hand, guiding it slowly to her right tit. Her other hand started caressing my cock, her thumb and forefinger barely able to encircle it.
I groaned loudly, my head swimming wildly as I began shooting thick ropes of cum onto my stomach and chest. I thought I would pass out from the pure, white-hot lust I was experiencing. She helped me finish by jerking firmly up and down on my throbbing, pulsing member.
Sara gave me a slightly wicked smile, leaned forward and began licking the cum off me, still slowly jacking my cock. Finally, when she'd finished, she released my manhood, stood up and quickly put her top back in place.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Bobby", she winked as she headed for the back door. "Be ready for me."
What the hell had just happened??!!
Next: intercourse.
That being said, I was eventually sent home. Mom and Dad both worked during the day but I was more than capable of being home alone at that age, except for one issue: a surgical opening, where a drain tube had been inserted, wasn't fully closed up and still seeped fluid. As such, a sterile dressing had to be changed every 4-5 hours. The wound was just below the back part of my rib cage on the right side, an area I couldn't reach myself.
Enter Mrs. Bell, Mom's best friend in the neighborhood.
Sara lived the next street over, down a few houses from our back yard. When she learned of the dressing change issue, Mrs. Bell quickly volunteered to stop in around noon each day to change it.
Boy, was I happy!
Sara was a statuesque gal, her red hair cut in a short bob. She'd had two c***dren and, though a little wide in the hips, had somehow maintained a fantastic figure. Her best attribute, aside from her little turned-up nose and full lips, was her tits. They were astounding, at least 40-DD. It was no wonder all the neighborhood guys who were friends with her son always wanted to swim in the Bell's pool, because she spent a lot of time sunning herself. Once I'd discovered jacking off, Sara was almost always the center of my fantasy.
I can attest now, all these decades later, that fantasies sometimes do come true.
That first day was a sunny, spring affair, unseasonably warm for early May. I was laying on the couch in our living room watching TV, shirtless and wearing my favorite pair of athletic shorts, when I heard the back door open.
"Hi, anybody home?" It was Mrs. Bell.
I could feel my cock stirring, the thought of all those jerk-off sessions involving Mrs. Bell coming to mind as she rounded the hall corner and walked into the room.
"Uhh, your Mom did tell you I was stopping in to change your dressing, didn't she?" Sara asked, noting the obvious alarm on my face, which was a burning beet-red.
"Yeah, yes she did", I choked out.
Mrs. Bell was wearing an orange bikini top with denim shorts, the kind with the frayed bottoms, very popular back then. Her breasts, a light film of tanning oil covering the exposed areas, were mouth-watering, her tan in stark contrast to the bright orange. I was starting to sport the tent-pole look in the cotton gym shorts I had on.
"I see Brenda (my Mom) has things all ready." The antiseptic, 4 by 4 gauze pads and surgical tape were sitting atop the end table near where my head rested on a pillow at the end of the couch. "Turn onto your left side and I'll have this done in a jiffy."
I did as she asked, now sporting a real diamond-cutter in my shorts. There was no way Mrs. Bell couldn't have noticed.
"Wow, that's quite a little hole you have there", she said, the cool feeling of her fingertips on my skin as she removed the old dressing sending a pulse of electricity across my abdomen. "Does it hurt at all?"
I turned my head slightly towards her. "N-no, it just itches a little sometimes."
As I said that, Mrs. Bell leaned over to pick up the gauze pads and antiseptic, those huge, tanned tits a mere two inches from my face. Oh, God...
She seated herself on the edge of the couch, her hips right up against my ass cheek as she worked on the dressing change. I glanced down at the top of my shorts, panicked at seeing the very tip of my cock protruding slightly above the waistband of my shorts. Nooooo!
Sara must've noticed me looking down, because what she said next nearly caused my cock to explode.
"Wow, you're a little excited about this dressing change, I see." A little smirk in her smile, followed by a wink.
I couldn't speak at first. Then I squeaked, "I-I'm sorry." I thought I would die of embarrassment.
"Oh, there's nothing to be sorry about, Bobby", she said, finishing the bandage change. "It's normal for a teenage boy to experience something like that when they're alone with a woman. As a matter of fact, I take your erection as a compliment", she smiled, her hazel eyes fixed firmly on my crotch. "I'm flattered I turn you on like this."
Then, back to business. 'Bandage is all done, you can turn onto your back now."
She made no move to get off the couch as I readjusted the way I was laying, her right hip firmly against mine. She shocked me once again as her right hand glided over the cotton fabric covering my straining rod, giving it a slight squeeze as she looked me in the eyes. "Can I see it?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Bell eased the fingers of both hand inside the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my ass slightly, as if in a trance, as she fully exposed my package as she slid my shorts down. "My, you're very well developed for your age, Bobby, I'm impressed!"
Sara's hands both went to the back of her neck, untying the fabric string knot of her orange top. "I guess it's only fair that I show you something, since you let me see that beautiful cock of yours." As she said that, Mrs. Bell peeled her top down, exposing her cherry-red, thimble-sized nipples nestled in the whiteness of the untanned portions of her breasts.
Sara Bell was absolutely stunning. It felt as if my cock would split its skin as it swelled larger than ever.
Without a word, the woman who was my Mom's best friend, whose family had eaten with mine on many occasions, grabbed my right hand, guiding it slowly to her right tit. Her other hand started caressing my cock, her thumb and forefinger barely able to encircle it.
I groaned loudly, my head swimming wildly as I began shooting thick ropes of cum onto my stomach and chest. I thought I would pass out from the pure, white-hot lust I was experiencing. She helped me finish by jerking firmly up and down on my throbbing, pulsing member.
Sara gave me a slightly wicked smile, leaned forward and began licking the cum off me, still slowly jacking my cock. Finally, when she'd finished, she released my manhood, stood up and quickly put her top back in place.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Bobby", she winked as she headed for the back door. "Be ready for me."
What the hell had just happened??!!
Next: intercourse.
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