It was a Friday night and I was going to make my regular visit our next door neighbour Mrs R. There’s no secrecy in her name but in those days it was usual to call adults by their surname as a mark of respect but Mrs R. insisted that us kids referred to her as Mrs R., she said it was friendlier. Mr R. ran the local greengrocery business and often travelled away to markets and suppliers around the country to get the best produce for his shop. There was no all-conquering Tescos in the 60s remember. Usually I would just visit the Rs and talk about the week that had just passed, as they were both approaching retirement age they were always interested to hear about young persons lives. Sometimes Mr R was there, sometimes he wasn’t. This Friday Mr R’s car wasn’t on the driveway so I knew that he was away, other than that it appeared to be just another Friday. I let myself into the kitchen via the back door as I usually did and was immediately surprised by two things that were unusual – firstly Mrs R was not in her usual place in the kitchen and secondly an open bottle of red wine was on the kitchen table. In all my visits to the Rs I’d never seen alcohol of any type. Maybe Mrs R had a visitor. I called out and heard a reply “I’m upstairs, in the bathroom, come up” Innocently, I went up the stairs, on to the landing, turned right into the bathroom where instead of maybe wiping down the surfaces or vacuuming the carpet I found Mrs R reclining luxuriously in a hot bubbly bath with a nearly empty glass of wine on the bath side. I was astonished to see her like this, but before I could say anything she said “Be a good boy, fetch the wine …” and as I went down the stairs “…and bring a glass for yourself” I returned with the bottle and after filling both our glasses sat as she suggested on the loo seat. “Talk to me” she said. This was her normal way of letting me know that she wanted to hear about my week. I chatted on about this and that, school work, concerts I’d been to the previous weekend, as we sipped at the wine. As I was about halfway down my second glass she stopped me dead in my tracks “Would you scrub my back for me please?” Her outstretched hand held a large, soapy sponge. I couldn’t say no. I got up, took the sponge and went to the end of the bath at which point Mrs R. sat up. My eyes were wide open as the soapy water ran off her torso. Even though there were a lot of suds on her I could see her fantastic breasts with really big brown nipples sticking out. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them as I gently rubbed her back up and down. My cock was beginning to stir as I tried to imagine what it would be like to wash her front as well! After maybe a couple of minutes or so she lay back into the water and the show was over. “Thank you” she said “that was really good” We sat there for a few minutes more, she soaking up the warmth, me wondering if she noticed my stiff cock that was uncomfortable pushing out the front of my trousers. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted. “Pass me that yellow towel would you?” she said and as I turned back fro the towel rail she stood up. I couldn’t believe it. For the first time in my life I had a totally naked woman stood in front of me. OK she wasn’t young but nowadays I’d describe her as a woman who had managed to keep the essence of her good looks even though her best days had long since passed. But at that moment it didn’t matter, the brief glimpse of her breasts, still jutting proudly from her, the brown pubic hair just covering her fanny lips and her smooth thighs, that brief glimpse lives with me still 40 years later. In a flash the towel was around her with the loose end tucked neatly into her cleavage. “Come on” she said “we’ll talk more in the bedroom.” I followed her into the bedroom hastily trying to sort out my trousers whilst carrying the wine and the glasses. Mrs R sat in front of her dressing table, motioned to me to sit on the bed and then spun round on her stool to face the mirrors and busied herself with face creams and make up. After about 5 minutes she undid the towel that was wrapping her hair turban style and the towel covering her body slipped down to her waist. She made no attempt to pull it up again, instead, she carried on towelling her hair. I was transfixed. The 3 sided mirror of the dressing table was giving me the most unbelievable display of a woman’s tits that I’d ever seen. The way they swung and bounced. I immediately felt my cock stirring again. “Do you like what you see?” I was brought suddenly out of my thoughts “Yes” I replied. “Good “ she said “Would you like me to turn around?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing “Yes please” I murmured With that she smiled at me through the mirror and slowly turned to face me. Even now I get a hard on as I remember that moment, it was glorious. I stared at this aged beauty before me. There were lines on her face and body but it was obvious that she had been fantastic in her younger days. “Have you ever seen a woman naked before?” she asked. “Only in magazines” “The real thing is much better don’t you think?” she asked. “Yes” was all I could reply. “Would you like to see the rest of me? Between my legs?” “Oh yes please” I tried not to seem too keen! “OK” she said. She stood up and walked towards me. As she approached me she let the towel drop to the floor. I could see her cunt lips moving as she walked, sliding over each other, as she got closer to me. She stopped when she was so close to me that I could smell her, feel the warmth of her body, her erect nipples were just inches from my face. She saw me looking at them. “Suck them” she said. My mouth clamped on to her left breast and I sucked like a baby, I’d never known such an intense feeling of pleasure. She pushed me back onto the bed so that I was lying with my legs over the edge and climbed onto the bed with her legs on either side of mine. Her hands felt the front of my trousers. I remember feeling embarrassed that someone else should be touching me there. She smiled at me and said softly “I’ll investigate that a little bit later” Slowly she moved up the bed until she was standing directly above my head. She let me take in the view as she slowly ran a finger along her cunt lips and up the crack of her arse. Then, slowly, she squatted down. Her cunt lips and the brown puckered hole of her arse spread-eagled themselves before my eyes. Bits of a woman that I’d only seen in magazines before were 2 inches away from my face. She pulled her lips apart and fingered her clit. I was overcome with the sight of the wet pinky folds that were glistening above me. I could smell her bath oils and that distinct smell that all men recognise but can’t explain in words – the smell of cunt. “Would you like to put your tongue in there?” she said “Yes” “Then lick it” she said “Lick and suck my crack like a dirty dog” and she promptly sat down full on my mouth I stuck my tongue into her cunt hole and sucked like a good ‘un. She pulled it open with her fingers, her juices flowed into my mouth. The taste, the smell. It was unbelievable. Then she slid forward, my nose was buried in her slit. “Lick my arse” she demanded. I hesitated, she must’ve guessed that I was not expecting this. “It’s OK” she said “Lovers are free to do anything they want to each other” I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out and she sat full onto my lips. I rimmed her like there was no tomorrow and for the first time I heard her make some soft moaning noises. For the next 5 minutes or so my head was spinning with the sexuality of what was happening. She just slid back and forth across my face grinding her succulent cunt and arse into my mouth, my nose, my eyes. She pulled my hands up onto her breasts, kneading them into her with her own hands. I could feel her nipples pushing back into the palms of my hands - like bullets. My cock felt like it wanted to burst but Mrs R was in control, she knew what she was doing and what she wanted. All of a sudden she let out a load groan. “I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m coming” she cried and floods of cum juice flowed into and around my mouth. “Drink me” she said, but I was already swallowing her juices just so stop being drowned! Silence. She stopped moving, and let my hands fall from her breasts. I didn’t know what to do next. I had just witnessed my first female orgasm and the owner of that orgasm was sitting heavily on my face. Her body was pumping up and down on me as she gasped for air. “OK” she said slowly “Now it’s your turn” I had no idea what she really meant but waited as she slid slowly backwards off my face and moved onto the floor. She undid by belt, opened my trousers and lifting me slightly pulled them and my underpants down to my ankles and off. Instinctively I put my hands down to cover up my raging cock. No one had seen me down there since my Mum had last given me a bath. She pulled my hands away, leaning forward to push them above my head. I could feel her nipples scraping my balls, hard cock and belly as she moved. “Now you be a good boy and stay just like that” she said. Then she dropped to her knees and pushed my legs apart “Beautiful” she said as she ran her tongue up my thighs. I could feel her breath on my bollocks, then her tongue licking under them, it probed my arsehole and was replaced by a finger, then, oh my god, her lips were on the end of my dick. I tipped my head forward and watched as she noisily slurped and sucked the whole length of it into her mouth. This was all too much for me and the spunk began to rise in my ever tightening ball sack. She must have sensed what was about to happen. “Give it to me” she muttered “Give me every drop of your spunk” I didn’t need to be told I fucked her mouth and throat like I’d never done before. I felt the most incredible sensation in my cock, far more intense than any wank I’d ever had, as I shot my thick cream into her. She tried to drink it all but some spurted onto to her face. When I’d finished coming she moved up so that her face was next to mine and opened her mouth. I could see my seed dripping from her teeth and tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed 2 or 3 times. When she opened her mouth the spunk had gone. Then she used my fingers to wipe up the spunk that had dribbled onto her cheeks and licked them clean. She pulled me up the bed, propped a pillow under my head and lay on top of me in the classic 69 position and we sucked at each other until I was hard again. “Now” she said, turning around and getting onto her back “how about giving me a good fucking with that lovely hard dick of yours?” With that she opened her thighs and pulled me onto her, her hands guided my cock into her hot juicy cunt, the feeling I had was overwhelming, I started to thrust automatically. It was the first time I’d ever entered a woman. “Come on” she said “Give it to me hard, bury your cock in my twat. Shag me, for Christ’s sake, SHAG ME!” I didn’t need the encouragement, I put one hand between her shoulders blades and one hand up the crack of her arse and pulled myself into her body as hard as I could. One of my fingers was at the entrance to arse. “Push it up my bum” she said. She took one of her own fingers and put it in her mouth. When it was wet she shoved it up my arse too. It was all too much for me. I could feel the spunk rising in my balls. I pumped her for all I was worth. The spunk spewed from my cock, I could feel it filling her hole, my balls felt like they were turning inside out. Then it was over. We lay there for maybe ten minutes, not speaking, just trying to recover our emotions “Thank you” I said to her “That was the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.” “Me too” she said. A small tear ran down over her cheek. “I think you’d better go home now” I got up and pulled on my clothes “Can we do it again sometime?” I asked “Maybe” she said kissing me full on the lips. But, you know, we never did.