The Journal of Darin TaylorChapter 4
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As great as Vanessa was, however, there was someone else that summer who taught me more about sex and pleasing a woman than all the others combined.
Mrs. Monica Coltraine was really something else. She and her husband had moved in down the block about a year or so ago. He traveled for some exercise equipment company and was only home about every other weekend. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but one thing becomes evident very quickly about married spouses -- they are a lot like campfires: unless you tend them frequently, they go out. Now the word was that Mr. Coltraine was a straight arrow, but naive enough to think he could leave a good looking woman alone for long periods of time without consequences.
Monica was forty-two but looked a lot younger than that. She was pretty enough with that long blonde hair and blue eyes, but it was her body that caught your attention. Okay, maybe she had put on a pound here and there, but a guy could absolutely suffocate in those breasts and she had an ass that swayed more than a willow tree in a hurricane. And as nice as those tits and ass were, her legs were probably her best feature. Smooth and creamy and curvaceous. It was no wonder she often wore shorts to work around the yard or wash her car. And you should have seen the outfits she wore to the supermarket or to go shopping downtown. Heads would turn from a block away. And don't think she didn't know and enjoy every minute of it.
I only saw them once or twice myself, but word was that while hubby was away there were more than a few cars parked in her driveway for hours at a time, sometimes overnight.
Mom, with Pete backing her up, suggested I get a summer job of some sort. I applied at the local supermarket to carry groceries but they didn't need anyone and I also tried the sporting goods store and Mr. McClurg's hardware store, but the results were the same. Then, as I was mowing our grass, I got the idea of mowing yards in the neighborhood. Mr. Williams mowed his own yard and so did the Everlys. But I struck pay dirt with Monica -- of course at that point it was...
"Mrs. Coltraine, let me help with those," I said grabbing a couple of the grocery bags she was unloading from her car.
"Why, thank you. Let's see, it's Darin isn't it? Darin Taylor?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, please, don't call me ma'am. Let's make it Monica. Ma'am makes me sound like an old woman," she laughed.
"No, not so old," I said, "but every inch a woman."
"Hmmmm," she smiled in return, "and not a boy either. Sounds like you're learned a lot about women already."
"Enough," I shot back.
"I'll just bet you have," she answered, giving me a suggestive look as we put the grocery bags on the kitchen table. "Now Mr. Darin Taylor, what can I do for you?"
"First, you can call me Darin and second, I was going to ask if you might need your lawn mowed, but something tells me..." I paused.
"Something tells you what?" she said, a gleam in her eye.
"That maybe I can do more for you than cut your grass."
She turned and closed the kitchen door giving me a great view of the biggest roundest ass I think I've ever seen. She had on tight fitting jeans and a button up blouse. She stood a little taller than I did, especially in those five inch heels she loved to parade around in.
"And what might that be?" she asked turning back to me.
Had I possibly missed the fact that the top three buttons of her blouse were undone and there was very deep cleavage showcasing a magnificent set of knockers, or had she somehow unbuttoned them when she had her back to me? At that point I didn't care. It was obvious we were coming on to each other and THAT was what mattered.
"I noticed Mr. Coltraine isn't at home," I observed taking a proffered seat at the table
"He's away on business. Won't be back for a couple of days. Would you like a Coke or some iced tea?"
"A Coke would be great."
Again I got a nice view of those hips swaying from side to side as she sauntered to the refrigerator and withdrew a couple of soft drinks. Offering me one, she leaned over the table and I got a momentary glance at some dark areolas on those luscious melons.
"So you want to take care of my lawn do you?"
"And anything else that might need attending to," I added. "I'm very good at taking care of things."
"Hmmmm, you're kind of young aren't you?"
"Old enough."
"And experienced?"
"Plenty," I said, standing up. "Why don't you let me show you what I can do?"
"Well, I do need someone to look after things when Ron is away. Even though this is a nice neighborhood," she said, sidling over to me and pursing her lips, "terrible things can happen to a woman, even a married woman. I mean someone might come in and..." She took my hand and put it on her breast. "Why even a boy in high school might grab me and unbutton my blouse."
I needed no further encouragement, but I knew I shouldn't rush it so I let my hands work slowly as our eyes met and held.
"Why Darin Taylor, I do believe you are a naughty boy," she smiled as with a slight pull the blouse came off her shoulders and dropped at her feet. "Do you intend to take advantage of a lonely married woman? If so, my bra clasp is in the back."
Within seconds the bra also lay at her feet and I was staring at the two largest hooters I have aver seen. I mean those babies were not just big, they would make the average centerfold want to put her bra back on.
"Naughty men who want to take advantage of me suck these nipples," she said, offering them up to me.
I went right to work and she was right. Not only were those breasts big, but they were sensitive as well, I fondled one while sucking and licking the other, then I traded places. She began squirming and gasping for air as I backed her up against the kitchen wall.
"You're such a naughty boy!" she smirked as I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down over her hips. "Do you intend to strip away my panties as well?"
Within seconds she was completely naked except for the heels but in another instant they were gone as well and I stood facing one hell of a good looking naked woman.
"You're going to take advantage of me, I just know it. A married woman and you intend to defile me -- to spread my legs and ... Oh, YES! Deeper, Darin, Honey, Yes, that's it!"
She wasn't the tightest I ever got but she was the wettest. I was into her and pumping in an instant.
"Harder, Honey, harder! Make it hurt! Oh, YESSSSSSS!"
She had already cum twice before I was even close. She was squirming all over the place and those huge nipples were standing at attention and we were both hot as hell. She made a little jump and her legs came around my waist. She locked her ankles behind me. I could get absolutely all of her now so I shoved her against the wall and began pumping her for all I was worth. Dishes were rattling in the cabinet and a plaque fell off the wall but neither of us seemed to notice or care. She squealed every time she came and it wasn't long before she was squealing a lot. That woman really knew how to give it, but she also knew how to take it.
"The bedroom," she gasped between climaxes and soon we were humping each other like a couple of minxes.
I came four times that day. I couldn't tell you how many times she came, but it was a lot. One thing I was sure of however and that was that by the time I left we both had big smiles on our faces.
"My you are a strong boy. Why you just completely overpowered me," she smiled.
"Yeah, you really fought hard," I laughed.
"Ron is always gone during the week and sometimes on weekends, so..."
"When would you like me to ... trim your lawn ... if you know what I mean."
"Oh I get your thrust ... believe me!" she laughed. "Why don't you come on Tuesdays and Fridays?"
"I'll cum any day of the week," I replied and we both laughed.
"See you Tuesday, lover," she smiled, pulling open her robe and giving me a final peek at that body which had just given us both such pleasure.
As the door closed behind me, so began another adventure, one which would afford me the knowledge and experience I needed for my ultimate conquest.
I began coming to Monica's house twice a week. I would do a bit of yard work to keep up pretenses but it wouldn't be long before the two of us were naked and screwing each other's brains out. Despite the experience I had already gained, she taught me a great deal, especially about women and how to please them. I was often asking questions which she always took the time to answer. One day, however, as we were catching our breath, she asked what was with all the questions.
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