Mrs Dot

Chapter 1 I guess this is England not empire bay.

England, 1964, I was an 18 year old apprentice living at home with my parents, as pretty much all teenagers did back then. Although technically a virgin, my girlfriend and I fooled around a bit, I played with her tits and pussy and she wanked me off frequently but that’s as far as it went. Like all teenagers I lusted after lots of women but there was one woman who occupied my thoughts when I jerked off. Dorothy, or Dot, as everyone called her. She lived two houses away and I would guess she was in her late thirties, married to Billy and had three kids. She was not obese but rather voluptuous, what one would call thick today, with large breasts, a nice waist and ass. Although not pretty, she held a raunchy, sexual, animal magnetism for me and I so wanted to fuck her. She often came for a cup of tea with my Mom and I furtively leered at her legs and tits as she sat at the kitchen table. She would catch me often and occasionally I caught her staring at me and she would quickly avert her eyes.

She had a birthday party for Billy in April, just a few weeks after they helped me celebrate my birthday along with my parents and other friends at a local pub. Their house was packed with people and as the evening wore on there was much celebrating. Dot looked very sexy in a tight, red dress and high heels that showed off her curvy body, shapely legs and large bust. I stole glances at her all night and had a hard-on all the time. Billy staggered off to bed around midnight very drunk triggering the departure of many guests, including my parents. By 1:00 a.m. there were about ten of us left and I got to slow dance with Dot. She had shed her high heels by then and was 3-4 inches shorter than me. I will forever associate the song with that dance; it was the Everly Brothers, All I Have To Do Is Dream. She snuggled into my neck and I never wanted it to end. She must have felt my erection pushing against her but did and said nothing.

By 1:45 I was the only guest remaining and I offered to help her clean up the mess left by the forty odd revellers. She began to wash up as I collected the debris and delivered it to the sink. Each time I walked into the kitchen I stared at her arse and became very horny. I felt a definite sexual tension when close to her and fantasized that she felt the same then waffled as my teenage doubts overcame me. Having collected everything for washing, I went to help with drying.

Chapter 2 Heat

Purely on impulse I moved behind her, put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. My cock pressed against her backside and her wet hands took hold of my hips and kept me close. Her breathing increased and she tilted her head back allowing me access to more of her neck and left ear. My thoughts went racing out of control as my hands moved up to her ample bust and I squeezed them through her dress. She sighed then turned and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue exploring my mouth. We groped each other in a frenzy of sexual excitement. “I want you,” she whispered breathlessly into my ear and unzipped my pants. She got my cock out and after only a few jerks I shot my load over her dress and onto the floor. She sensed my disappointment and embarrassment immediately and calmly assured me that it was alright, that she understood.