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First time I... 1.0. Milf experience.
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First time I... 1.0. Milf experience. The first time I... enjoyed a milf was in college. I was . My brother got me a tryout for cashiering at the local grocery where he worked. They sent me a training store, of town for a week. Our little had an odd mix of hopeful applicants: a of young guys, with tats, with bottle-bottom glasses, young gals of college age and various racial mix, me, the year old nerd had lettered in soccer, and an older gal. Kathy was platinum blonde, tall and curvy. She wore red lipstick, a skirt, and a soft white button down sweater-top struggled to restrain her Ds. They were outstanding. I mean, they stood out, especially in comparison to the modest breasts of the gals. We wandered around the Groc-Way on tour, and eventually slipped into the back. There was a classroom of sorts- several working model checkstands, a bunch of isles with real canned products, and the most amazing replica produce department with hundreds of pieces of plastic fruits and veggies. When we did an ice-breaker game it was obvious when Joe stared at Kathy's boobs. If breasts where antennae, then did he make eye . He didnt show up on day 3 and the trainer gave us a lecture against leering at co-workers and customers alike. So i guess she noticed. I was a lot smoother, cracking a joke at Joe's expense and complimenting Kathys color choices, the white sweater and skirt going perfectly with her platinum blonde hair and French tipped nails. She looked me right in the eyes, blushed- cheeks blooming her rose makeup--tittered her eyelids and needed a moment. She thank me in a husky voice. At our first break we huddled back a too small awning covering the smoking area. Joe's cheap checkstand lighter wouldnt go in the fluttering Oregon wind and drizzle. I rescued Kathy with, not just my Zippo, but sharing my golf umbrella with her too. "Thanks... Mike, is it?" she asked. "Michael, I prefer," I said, "But you can call me whatever you like. Just don't call me late for breakfast." "How wordy and geeky," Joe laughed at me. Kathy's eyes glowed at me after this obvious<b> flirt. </font></b>I changed sides with her, blocking him, saying, "St. Michael the Archangel is my namesake." "Well, I think it's a strong name for a handsome gentleman, Michael," Kathy said. "And I appreciate you..." she grabbed my arm the bicep, leaned in and kissed my cheek, "...lightning my fire," while looking me right in the eyes. She squeezed my arm, turned, flicked her half a cig into the wet gravel, and stepped past Joe to head back inside. I stepped up to catch the door she flung open, catching her wink, too. I figured my mouth was hanging open when my butt fell from it, exploding in sparks and ash between my shoes. I grinned at Joe and went back in for more training. Kathy and I traded flirts over the rest of the day, some causing chuckling from our classmates, some earning tssks from the trainer. I tried keep it moderate but i struggle pass up obvious openings for humor. My dad used me a smart ass and he was often right. They put us up in a motel right off I-5, the main highway of the West. It ran North/South right through Eugene, the trade artery connecting San Diego with Seattle. I helped Kathy carry her bags, right her door, but then I placed them outside in the hall. She asked, "Would you mind bringing them in?" I made like tip my imaginary hat, Clint Eastwood style. "Wouldn't be right, ma'am, you being married and all." I nodded at her hand holding the door open, the big diamond engagement stone and simple pair of gold bands. I turned and walked off, getting my own stuff to my room, showering and ordering pizza from the menue in the nightstand. Day two was more of day one, but twice . More learning 10-key touch, more produce identification, more indoctrination into the history and culture of being a good Groc-Way employee, a company spokesperson in direct customer . We all sucked our entire cigarettes down on our -minute breaks. The way Kathy wrapped her lips around hers made my teenage cock fill up. I had adjust my pants rather conspicuously, which made her grin. "This was my late husband's wedding band," she showed me a thumb ring on her right hand. "Ooohhh," I said. Brilliant. "How long...?" I stammered, stopping when i saw the in her eyes, grief, strain, the upwelling of tears. I opened my arm up offer a hug and she tucked , let me hold her soft shoulders. If she wasn't crying I'm sure her Obsession would have made me fully hard. As it was, her leg nestled between mine, i got a soft-on running down my boxers and, technically, her upper thigh. "We were together from high . Married the summer we graduated. He went off into the Navy- nuclear plants in submarines. He died from cancer 3 years ago. 3 short of retirement." "I'm living off his insurance annuity, but I'm going stir crazy after 20 years in a house with my man away always. 's why I'm here." of the college girls joined our hug, followed the rest of them, all of us supporting Kathy she stopped sobbing. She kissed my cheek again, caressing spot with her hand as she sniffed and smiled bravely. "You are so sweet," she said. "Aaawww," Amber cooed. Kathy noticed the rest of them. "All of you," she amended, "are so sweet. Thanks, guys." night, while I awaited the Chinese food delivery-Groc-Way shelled $25 a day in -diem, so why not?--I got a knock on my door. Kathy was mildly amused at the $20's in my hand. "Well, if you insist on , Big Mike," she said, taking the 20's, tucking them inside her shirt. "But I was going feed you for free." She walked her fingers over my chest, slipped my arm holding the door open, with a dance move reminding me of country dances in gym , her big breasts sliding across my ribs, and showed herself in. "I... i... ummm." I turned and followed her. She sat on the corner of my bed, picking up the takeout menu, playful mirth in her eyes. "I... I just ordered..." I stammered. She pulled me down sit next her. "I know, silly . I called them too. They asked if i wanted mine delivered with the order for room 207. Yours. I said 'Yes, I'll be eating in room." "I..." She leaned close. 's when I noticed the mile of cleavage showing in her scoop cut top, her huge nipples pointing at me like I was responsible for their engorgement. My mouth opened. Her hand caressed my hair on the back of my head. "Now... you've been power flirting with me for days. I want know if you're seriously attracted or just playing 's games?" More "I..." stammering escaped my lips. She moved up most of the way into kiss position, earnest green eyes locked on mine. "Do you want to follow through on how turned on you've gotten me?" I smiled. "Yeesss." "Do you want to feel how wet you've got my panties dripping, Big Mike?" Her off hand grabbed my crotch, finding "Big Mike" straining to rip my black slacks open. * * * Next installment after I get sufficient points to proceed. Friend me, then like, comment, tip, & tell your friends & lovers to read, like, comment & tip... Thank you. #erotic #erotica #seduction #milf #first #blonde #bombshell   |
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8/7/2019 12:59 am |
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