[mrhitachi99]

(I thought I posted this before but could not find it via searching. So here goes!)

This story takes place in the late 1970’s. I was 17 or 18, working at a local small business that made banners and such. It was a small business, with several of us working out of a showroom and several separate work rooms.

The only female working there was N. She was in her late thirties or early forties but was a certified sexpot. She looked a lot like Marilyn Monroe and enjoyed playing the part. Right down to the platinum blonde hair. She wore glamorous attire regardless of the time of day or circumstances. She most definitely had the body for the part, too. She was simply voluptuous. Huge, natural breasts and an ass that strained her tight dresses. She was definitely not thin but thicker in that Marilyn Monroe way. Curvy would only begin to describe her. Also, it was pretty obvious she was not working there only for her skills as a seamstress.

From time to time it would be necessary for me to work in the sewing room with her. It was certainly an area I enjoyed. Though I had a girlfriend at the time it was a treat to talk to her and enjoy the view. We had many conversations but I was far too respectful and naïve to be suggestive or flirt. She was very friendly but not overt. It’s been so long I can’t recall exactly how she invited me to her home, but one evening she did. Though she wasn’t explicit, it was pretty clear what was on her mind. Being as young as I was, I still wasn’t 100% sure, though.

There was a lot for me to be nervous about. First of all, she was married. Second, I was pretty sure she was the business owners mistress. And he was clearly connected to the local mob scene. Third was just my naiveté. I just couldn’t be sure I was reading the signals right or just an overly horny teenager asking for trouble!

When I arrived at her home, I was further put off by the presence of a four or five year old child being there. The guilt I was feeling almost killed it for me. But the huge breasts straining at her gown easily convinced me otherwise. She was dressed to kill!

She told me her husband was out of town on a hunting trip (oh, great! He has guns???) and offered me a cocktail while she put the little one down for the evening. I remember sucking that drink down hoping it would calm my nerves. She refreshed it for me when she got back and made herself one. We moved to the couch were she sat very, very close. I could at least be sure that I wasn’t misreading signals now.

She put one arm around me and drew me in close Her other hand fell to my leg. I was trembling at this point, being so close to such a sexual creature! She slid a hand up my leg and traced around my obvious erection. I leaned in to her kiss her deeply. Followed a millisecond later by my hand reaching up to one of her massive breasts. She made cooing noises as she continued tracing my hard on with her fingernail.

I had never felt a breast so large! I remember being impressed by the construction of the bra. It was as heavy duty as it was elegant to manage so much woman! Her breasts were massive. I couldn’t even venture a guess as to how large, except that they were as big as any I’d seen in any magazine. I could put both hands around one and still not cover it all. These were giant, soft pillows encased in a brassiere so large one cup could fit my head.

She excused herself to “slip into something more comfortable,” which made me chuckle as I didn’t think people really said such things. While the drinks were definitely calming me, I was still pretty darn nervous. I strained to listen for a car in the driveway should her husband return. And part of me wasn’t sure he wasn’t actually there, hiding. Waiting and watching, ready to spring out and beat up this punk that was eager to play with his wife.

Soon enough, she emerged in a shear nightgown. The image was stunning. She really looked like a movie star. Her breasts appeared even larger unencumbered by the restraining brassiere. It was something out of a magazine. My erection became even harder.

She took me into her bedroom and sat me on the edge of her bed, kissing me continuously. She made herself at home with my belt, zipper and pants button. This was mind blowing! I wouldn’t even dare to fantasize about what was happening to me yet here it was. She lowered herself to her knees as she pulled my pants off and then addressed pulling off my underwear. Deliberately, as if opening a Christmas present, she carefully released my erection, with her face just inches away. She made a production of how big it was (it’s kind of thick, though average in length), then proceeded to kiss it tenderly before taking it into her warm mouth. I lay back on the bed as she gave me an amazing blowjob. Before I could come, tough, she said she “wanted me” in her. I was certainly game! She climbed atop me and had no trouble slipping me in as she was sopping wet. I regret not having the sense to put my tongue on that honey pot first! Oh, if I only knew then what I know now.

I played with those giant breasts as she slowly, at first, slid up and down on me. She then asked me to get on top of her, which sounded great and frankly extended the session as I was sure to come if she continued like that. Her taking so much control was awesome to me, being as inexperienced as I was.

We traded places and I thrust into her with all the control a teenager could have. N was going crazy now and I became aware she might wake the kid if she wasn’t careful. She was clearly building to her own crescendo and just as I was about to come, she gasped and went totally limp. Totally silent and completely limp! I thought to myself “Oh FUCK! What did I do???” I swear for a minute there I thought I killed her!

After a few moments she came to. She apologized and told me she sometimes passes out when she orgasms. Well, that would have been nice to know a little earlier! I was thoroughly freaked out but she reassured me it was a result of the pleasure she got from our sex.

We had a laugh and cleaned up. I had to get going as I had a date with my girlfriend and to be honest the guilt (my girlfriend, her husband, the kid), the freak out and the persistent fear of her husband coming home had me ready to bail.

We carried on for a few weeks including sneaking off to darker corners of the workplace. She LOVED giving head and would tempt me mercilessly until I gave in. Usually I would bend her over something and finish inside her pussy but there were times she would just take me in her mouth. She was so appreciative of the attention of her young boy toy and never asked for anything other than my dick.

After a few weeks of this, I left that job. It could have gotten me in a whole heap of trouble to stick around there. It was simply tempting fate to bang the bosses mistress in his building. And though she called me a few times after I thought it better for my health if I stayed away.

I’ve had many realizations about N and her motivations since then, not all pleasant. But I will always treasure my amazing Older Woman adventure and thank her for some intense memories.