Summer of '78 would be a memorable one. A few months away from turning 18; I had just got my driver’s license. Four months prior I lost my virginity to Deidre’s cousin Donna. Donna would occasionally give me head or let me fuck her it was never quite enough.
We lived it up partying and going to the beach, I was the oldest of the group, but not by much, so I started to grow a mustache to try to look older. It was scraggly and itched but I was proud of its growth, I constantly checked the mirror to see how much more had filled in.
Most of the days were spent at Deidre’s house; she had a pool and lived in a very exclusive neighborhood overlooking the city, her stepfather was very wealthy, a successful businessman who loved to gamble. Each night many guests came to play high stakes poker or mah-jongg.
Yvonne, his wife, was a very beautiful and exotic woman, with rich olive skin that gave her an always tanned look. Predominantly Chinese, with a mixture of German and black she had the most seductive looking eyes.
Almond shaped, her honey colored eyes framed with long lashes, were large, bright and intelligent, sparkling with life.
Her long black hair was waist length and plain, occasionally though it was pinned up with gold clips or lacquered chopsticks.
Shapely legs and a firm body which belied our seventeen year difference. Often bra less, her breast were like small oranges with taut nipples that I loved to watch jiggle as she walked by.
Deidre, who was a younger looking clone of her mom, had firm tits and a tight body and so did her cousin, though Donna had the sexier ass. At night while the adults gambled Donna and I would sneak off while my brother and Deidre did the same.
Donna would let me fondle her and give me head, afraid of getting pregnant, we fucked less frequently. I suggested that I fuck her ass but she would have none of that, calling me disgusting for even suggesting it.
Frustrated one night, and with my hormones racing out of control, I decided to watch the mah-jongg game. Yvonne was the only woman there but she dominated the room, a skillful and crafty player I couldn't help notice that she had the same hypnotic effect on all the men. She was every schoolboys dream.
Dressed in a simple white summer dress, the only jewelry she wore were tiny diamond studs and her wedding band, I watched her delicately manicured hands turned each tile over, moving with precision she stacked and arranged her tiles with a click.
Her faint perfume reached my nostrils and I felt a twitch in my loins. Deidre was hot but her mom exuded womanhood, more curvy hips and softer breast; she had a seductive aura. I noticed how eyes turned and followed her around the room.
I sat behind her watching, trying to learn the intricacy of the game. Winning the first hand, she leaned back and tossed me a chip, "thanks" she said "for the luck", I was caught unawares as I could not believe she had noticed me. I would later realize that her greatest weapon was her ability to reveal absolutely nothing.
The night continued and so did her winning streak, along with her habit of tossing me a chip for good luck, I settled into a dream state remembering an incident a couple weeks back, we were all laying out by the pool, she called me over in a most nonchalant way, "I think I am burning ...would you pour some lotion on my back" I did it without a thought; but the memory of her firm skin and the little sigh that escaped her lips lay imprinted on my mind.
My little brother used to tease me that I over analyzed things, almost 2 years younger, he had lost his virginity more than three years earlier. Was there a clue that I was missing? I tried but came up blank.
I retired shortly, as it was quite late; in the morning I had planned to drive us kids to the beach and from there link up with Deidre uncle for a boat ride to Lime Key where we would spend the weekend camping.
I tossed and turned all night, dreaming of Yvonne's body, her smile and inviting lips. I woke to a wet sticky feeling between my legs; it was my first wet dream!
After breakfast as we were loading our gear in the truck, Yvonne sauntered over. Her black satin kimono did little to conceal her figure, she must have slept only an hour but she looked as fresh as ever.
Touching my arm ever so lightly she asked if I could do her a big favor. Her touch evoked a ball of confusion and I could feel my face flush as I remembered my dream.
There was a big party and she wanted to cook something special, "would I mind driving her to a few places to get the stuff she needed?" I looked over at my crew, they needed me to drive them, but Yvonne quickly interjected that since her brother had to tow the boat, they should ride with him all the way.
Something in her eyes told me to protest no more, I agreed and watched my friends drive off; promising to catch up later.
"Do you mind making me some tea and toast while I shower and change?" she asked. Proceeding to the kitchen I watched her ass swivel, the satin material enveloping her pronounced curves as she continued to her room, I realized then she wore nothing else beneath.
"Bring it here when its ready OK" she called out.
Her bedroom was large and spacious, with a small den a large TV and a huge poster bed, the biggest I had ever seen, why at least 10 people could sleep on this and I began thinking orgy. I laughed at how my mind was constantly thinking about sex.
Her bathroom door was left slightly ajar; from my seated angle I could see the reflection of her body through the steamy vapor. She soaped her breast lifting and separating almost playing with them as the water splashed across her body, I watched for awhile till she stepped outside and with a leg propped on the edge of the bath, she proceeded to shave her legs.
Through the mirror I had a clear view of her sweet Mons, shielded by a thin strip of hair. Her stomach was incredibly flat for having two children, and her nipples peaked in tiny nubs, she had a perfect ass with two tiny dimples in her back.
Adjusting my ever hardening cock I pinched myself, "does she know I can see her?" Thoughts flooded my mind, only to have them penetrated by her voice as she asks me to hand her a towel for her hair.
Standing before me was a vision, the silhouette of her curves were clearly defined by towel she wore; her large breast strained the material to its limits.
Taking the towel from my hand, she lightly brushes my chest, my hard-on bulging, I search her face for a clue but her parted smile reveals none, with her back to me she bends over letting her long hair fall loosely as she rubs it dry.
The imprint of her ass cheeks are apparent and so is my hard-on, she lets the towel slip to the floor giving me a glimpse of her bare ass as she walked into the closet.
In an instant she emerges wearing black linen pants which are molded to her curves, matching linen blouse with embroidered patterns covering the most revealing areas, she wore no bra. A pair of thin gold sandals adorned her feet showcasing her beautifully manicured toes.
Conversation turns to the things she needed to purchase and the general direction we will be heading. Watching her slowly eat the toast, I am a little disappointed, I had hoped for a different scenario, but when she handed me the keys to the Mercedes I quickly cheered up.
It was a beautiful car, antique black, sleek and sexy with a personality much like its owner. "It's such a fine day" and suggested that I drop the top down.
We must have stopped at least eight to ten places before she concluded that we had everything, while loading the stuff in the trunk, Yvonne seemed to linger a bit longer, touching my arm or sometimes squeezing my biceps in an attempt to make sure I hadn't hurt myself.
"Let’s go for a ride on the freeway ...I want you to see how this baby rides when you open her up" her choice of words were not lost on me.