Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 21:11:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Valenti Valenti <valenti_44@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mrs. Bookmen

Mrs. Bookmen

F/f

This is a story about how I was first introduced to sex. My early teen
experiences formed the basis for my sexual preferences today. Mrs. Bookmen
had been our next-door neighbor ever since I can remember. Her husband had
left her years before for some young secretary or something, leaving her in
pretty good financial shape and she never remarried. They never had
children of their own and over the years she had always treated me as if I
was her baby sister as she put it.

Mrs. Bookmen had a backyard pool, and from the time I was ten or so, I was
next door practically everyday during the summer. Both my parents worked
and during the summer since I wasn't in school, Mrs. Bookmen would check up
on me and I would spend most days just lounging around her pool or at my
house watching TV. Sometimes I would have a friend over. She was around
forty or so then but I thought she looked pretty good in a two-piece for an
"older" lady. She was slim but she had a massive set of tits. From a young
impressionable ten year olds perspective, I guess all adult women had big
tits. It became a daily routine that in the morning, I'd come over around
ten, help her out with some household choirs like dusting, making up her
bed and helping her make lunch, and then after lunch, we'd hit the pool for
tanning and swimming. Sometimes she would swim with me and play touch
tag. When I was it, I used to love to try and tag her by touching her on
her bum or tits and pretend it was an accident. But she would never seem to
mind anyway. When Mrs. Bookmen was it, I couldn't wait for her to tag me
because most of the time she would tag me by touching my little tits,
pussy, or bum. My favorite game was when we would play tunnel by swimming
under water through each other's legs in the shallow end facing up. Since I
couldn't spread my legs out far enough because I was so short, sometimes,
Mrs. Bookmen would bump my pussy with her face. Sometimes I would hit hers
with my face or head on purpose but let on that I tried not to.

By the time I was thirteen I began to grow little tits of my own. I started
to have some shape to my body and noticed I was growing hair on my little
pussy. I remember the day I had my first period. I was sitting on
Mrs. Bookmen's sofa when I noticed stains of blood on my white shorts. I
cried out and Mrs. Bookmen rushed over to have a look. She stripped off my
shorts and panties and wiped my pussy with a clean wet cloth then kissed me
there and told me it was all better. She explained what had happened and
that all was all right. I realized I liked the comfort of her mouth kissing
my pussy and I hoped that she would do it again soon.

It was right about then that I began to notice how attractive looking
Mrs. Bookmen was. Sometimes, when we were lying out by the pool,
Mrs. Bookmen would lay on her back with her legs spread open while
tanning. I noticed a high mound at her crotch and saw that her pussy hair
was sticking out the outside of her bikini panties. The sight of her made
me feel butterflies and all tingly between my legs. I had some hair down
there but not much. I was embarrassed when she caught me staring and even
worst, I think she saw me rubbing myself and I quickly pretended to be
adjusting my bikini bottoms. As if to read my mind, Mrs. Bookmen said "Yes
I know it looks pretty bad, I'll trim it later." Surprised and stun, I said
"what?" "You know the bikini line!" she said. I had no clue what she meant
and she went on to explain that after awhile every so often woman have to
shave and trim around their private parts so that bikini's look great on
them. "One day you'll have to trim to, would you like to learn how to do it
sometime?" she asked "Sure Mrs. Bookmen, that would be really cool" I told
her. Usually, I would leave later in the afternoon and she would go up and
have her shower but that day we went up to her bathroom and she showed me
how to trim my bikini line. She only pulled her panties back far enough so
that she could lather and shave but secretly I was hoping she would remove
her bikini bottoms completely to shave.

That night alone in my room I practiced with my Mom's shaver and later, I
masturbated myself to sleep thinking about the events that had happened
that afternoon. From that day on, whenever I wore my bikini swimsuit, I
would make sure that I didn't need to trim. By now I was used to all the
compliments and attention that Mrs. Bookmen gave me and I actually wanted
to hear it. When I wore different swimsuits or outfits on different days
hoping that Mrs. Bookmen would notice and she would always say how pretty I
was and that she wished she could still look as young and sexy as me. That
would make me feel good and all grown up to hear her say that and I would
always tell her that I hoped I would look as beautiful and sexy as she does
when I was her age. She would always smile and take me into her arms and
give me a big hug every time. I liked being able to snug up close to her
large soft breasts.

By now I knew that something was going on but I wasn't sure what or even if
anything at all. Most of the time the both of us would just lounge around
and tan, or watch a game show on TV. A few times Mrs. Bookman's new friend
Bridget would come over for some lunch and a swim. I liked Bridget. She was
always nice to me and I thought she was even sexier looking than
Mrs. Bookmen. She loved the sun! There were occasions when she wanted
sunscreen rubbed on and I would be eager to do it for her. I began to
notice that she would usually ask if I could rub sunscreen on her whenever
Mrs. Bookmen went into the house for drinks or whatever. Bridget looked
younger than Mrs. Bookman and much slimmer. Her tits weren't as large as
Mrs. Bookman's but she looked sexier non the less. Quite often when Bridget
was over, Mrs. Bookmen would suggest or encourage me to go home next door
for a couple of hours and that she would drop by and check in on me. I was
old enough to be on my own so it was not a big deal. One day when Bridget
was over, Mrs. Bookman asked me if I could go upstairs to her master
bathroom and get three towels. On the way back through her bedroom, I
noticed that the cat had pulled the sheer drapes off the wall and I went to
pick them up. I happen to glance down into the yard and noticed Bridget
leaning over Mrs. Bookman and kissing her right on the lips. I felt an
instant rush and I jumped back in case they could see me. I slowly crept up
again and peeked outside. Bridget was kneeling beside Mrs. Bookman's
lounger, kissing her and feeling her tits. I couldn't believe it. I had a
feeling that maybe Mrs. Bookman liked girls but now I was sure. My pussy
was instantly wet and I needed to cum bad. I went back down stairs and
called out through the screen door if anyone wanted a cold drink, hoping
this would warn them that I was coming back out. I got out onto the deck
and told Mrs. Bookmen that I was going home to watch some TV and that I
might be back later. That afternoon my mind wondered frantically thinking
of the two of them. That afternoon my cum came fast and furious just
thinking about Bridget and Mrs. Bookmen. I was secretly disappointed when
one day Mrs. Bookman announced that Bridget found a day job and wouldn't be
over much anymore.

Now that I had put it all together in my mind with Mrs. Bookmen, I would
sometimes tease her as to how I sat or laid on the lounger, how I would
adjust my bikini and how I would dry myself off in front of her sort of
putting on a show but not letting her know that I knew. As the summer
rolled on, Mrs. Bookmen always made sure I had enough sunscreen on and she
wanted me to rub lotion on her a lot. Some days she would want me to rub
lotion on her every ten minutes or so. I didn't mind doing it and I used to
love it when she rubbed sunscreen all over my body especially when she
tried to get some rubbed in between my legs and ass cheeks. "Just for good
measure" she would always say. I would try to open my legs a little wider
when she was down there hoping she would rub her hand deeper but I didn't
want to make it too obvious. When I would get my chance to rub lotion all
over her I would try to get some on the inside of her thighs as well except
unlike me, she would spread her legs wider so that I could get in between
better. Alone in my room at night I would start thinking about showing off
my body naked to Mrs. Bookmen, and rubbing her naked body with sunscreen.
Some of my best orgasms were when I thought about her. By the time I was
fourteen, I had developed a secret crush for her.

Over the next few years it wasn't unusual for us to tan topless together
since her yard was very secluded. I enjoyed stealing peeks at her massive
tits and especially when she would rub them all over with lotion. Now that
I was older, we didn't do much touching or hugging anymore but I wanted
to. About the time that I was fifteen and sixteen I'd go over and take late
night skinny dips, she knew it and didn't mind. One night she came out and
dove nude into the pool and that was the first time we had seen each other
completely naked. I skinny-there often and we agreed that it would be our
secret. I'm eighteen now and going off to college this fall so this summer
has been too busy to enjoy her pool. Reflecting back now, I think she has
really wanted to seduce and have sex with me but just couldn't bring
herself to go through with it since she knew my parents and had known me
for so long. As for me, I have not had sex yet with either man nor woman
and I don't think I could get the courage to initiate anything with another
girl but should the opportunity arise, I know I'd like to try.


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