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Margaret and I (MF)

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Category: Male-Female
Author: NJ Masturbator
Age: 30
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As a 22-year-old junior college graduate in 1995 I took a job as an office clerk for a financial services company. I did everything from typing and filing to filling out forms, ordering supplies and answering phones. I was fortunate to be placed with a great group of people, ranging from young guys and gals just a bit older than me (most with college degrees) to a couple of ladies who were in the latter stages of their work careers. Margaret was one of the senior people on the team (she was in charge of processing and approving loan applications) and she and I for some reason "clicked" from the start and got along very well.

Margaret was probably in her mid-50's, and a very classy and distinguished looking lady. She was fairly tall (I would guess close to 5'9") and a little bit on the heavy side, but she carried it very well. Her hair was gray but always done in a very tasteful way. She had a great smile (and a very cute dimple in her right cheek) and sparkling blue eyes, and had an overall happy disposition. She was always immaculately dressed and looked very professional, favoring crisp white blouses and dark blazers and nice slacks or knee-length skirts. I found out from those I worked with that she had just been through a terribly difficult time because her husband of 28 years had died suddenly from a heart attack about a year before I started working for the company.

Now I NEVER had any sexual attraction to Margaret; I was a 22 year old guy who had my share of experiences since high school (OK, three to be exact, all involving petting and mutual masturbation and nothing more...). After I had been with the company for about 3 months, Margaret invited me to her home one evening because she needed some things done around the house that had been neglected (fixing some latches on some windows, moving some heavy boxes from her garage to her attic, etc.). She told me if I could help her out she'd be happy to fix me a nice dinner, and it sounded like a good deal to me. At the time I wasn't dating anyone and was living at home with my parents, so outside of work my life was VERY boring. So a few nights later, on a Friday, I took her up on her offer and followed her to her house after work.

Her house was pretty much what I expected. It was an older bi-level that she had lived in since she was married. She gave me a quick tour, and showed me her downstairs sitting area. It consisted of a very nice TV area, and she had what looked to be at least a 50" projection TV. She saw me checking it out and she told me she spent a lot of her time these days watching TV, and she had just bought it last month and thought she would splurge. Upstairs were the kitchen, dining room and living room, and down the hall were the master bath and 3 bedrooms.

Margaret showed me a couple of the things that she needed me to do, and then excused herself and said she needed to run to the store to get some things to make dinner (she had promised me barbecued chicken - my favorite). I told her I needed a tool box and she took me to the garage and showed me where all her husband's screwdrivers, hammers, etc. were and then jumped in the car, promising to be back in about an hour. I got to work and was finishing up just as she pulled in the driveway. I had busted my hump while she was gone, and lugging the boxes up into the attic had worn me out, and I was sweating profusely. Margaret saw the state I was in when she came in, and invited me to feel free to use her shower while she fixed dinner. I gladly accepted.

The bathroom was down the hall from the kitchen. As I turned on the shower and stripped down, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the open clothes hamper next to the sink on the far side of the bathroom. My curiosity got the better of me, and I walked over and peeked in. Lying on top of the pile was one of Margaret's bras! I reached in and took it out; it was a beautiful white underwire (Bali's 36D - I checked the tag by the hooks in the back) with lace cups. I couldn't believe I was holding her bra. I figured if that was in there, her panties probably were as well, and I was right. I pulled them out of the hamper, and they were equally sexy; also white, briefs, size 8 (also Bali), I think they were nylon or silk. I had become almost completely erect over the minute or so I had been checking out her underwear, and I took her panties and rubbed them against myself, completely lost in the feeling. I had masturbated with panties once before (at my friend's house just a few months earlier I had found a pair of his sister's in the hamper in their bathroom...) and remember having an incredible orgasm. I sat on the toilet and began to jerk off with Margaret's panties, and was stopped in my tracks by a knock on the door. I had a feeling of utter terror that I had been caught, until I heard Margaret ask if I had found the towels and washcloths. In a somewhat shaky voice I told her yes, I had, and I was literally trembling as I put her underthings back into the hamper and jumped into the shower.

I had calmed down by the time I got out, and as I walked into the kitchen dinner smelled great. Margaret told me the chicken was on the grill out on the deck and was almost done, and asked me to carry a bowl of potato salad (home made) and the corn on the cob outside to the picnic table she had set up. Her deck was magnificent; it was the area of the entire one side of her house, and wrapped almost all the way along the backside. It was huge, and the view was quite beautiful. She had about 1.5 acres of property, at the end of which were woods and a small stream. Woods also hugged both sides of the property; it was very quiet and secluded.

Margaret had changed when she got home from shopping, and looked and acted very relaxed and at ease. She had on a nice pair of loose fitting white shorts that came down to about mid-thigh, and a very summery pink button down blouse. She also had on a well-worn pair of brown sandals. I noticed that she had a very nice tan (it was late July) and for a gal her age and her size, her legs were very shapely. She sat across from me as we enjoyed the unbelievable dinner she had cooked, and had a very animated conversation about all sorts of things. She was very curious about my interests, why I had dropped out of school, what my long range plans were and what I liked to do in my spare time. As we cleared the table I also quizzed her about HER interests, and she was somewhat melancholy as she described her loneliness since her husband passed away, and how she just hadn't had it in her to join any clubs or travel or even date another man. She told me mostly she liked to putter around the yard, taking care of her garden, and once in a while visiting her sister out of state. She shared with me that she missed her husband's companionship, and also confided that she missed the intimacy, including the wonderful sex life, she had shared with him. It completely shocked me when she revealed that to me, and I almost dropped the plates I was carrying into the kitchen. She laughed and told me not to be so uptight, that adults talk about things like that and she hoped she hadn't embarrassed me. I told her it was no problem. We finished cleaning up and then took our cups of coffee back out onto the deck and sat down. It was a very warm evening, and it was just getting dark. It was actually quite beautiful and we just sat there in silence for several minutes until Margaret spoke up.

She told me that when she had been on the deck putting the chicken on the grill earlier when she had happened to glance towards the window and saw me in the bathroom getting ready for my shower. She told me not to get upset, but that she had noticed me touching her underwear and wanted to know if it had "gotten me aroused". She again assured me she wasn't mad, and that I shouldn't be upset. But I was, and I was scared that she would think I was a pervert. My hands were shaking and I was literally on the verge of tears when she moved over to my side of the table to sit beside me, and she took my left hand in hers. She told me that she has seen a lot in her life, and she knew through experience how men are driven by sexual desires and enjoy things like women's lingerie and pornographic magazines and movies. She knew that young men my age had very high sex drives and that it was perfectly normal to be curious and want to experiment. She said I needn't worry and that she was sorry that she had spied on me, but told me it was accidental. She had me look at her and she told me she was VERY flattered that I was aroused by her. She joked that she didn't think she had it in her anymore to do that to a guy, and I assured her (with a quavering voice) that she was a "very good looking lady for her age". I thought I had put my foot in my mouth when I said that, but she visibly blushed and turned her eyes towards the ground as she said thank you.

While all of this had been completely shocking, what happened next was even more so. Her hand left mine and instead of placing it on the table or in her lap, it came to rest on my thigh, just below my crotch! She gave my leg several gentle squeezes and smiled at me with her terrific blue eyes. She very quietly told me that women her age were at their "sexual peak" and that she hadn't been able to take advantage of that since her husband had died. She told me she found herself having more and more fantasies and had been pleasuring herself more frequently then she had even when she was a teenager. I was still trembling, except now it was a combination of nervousness and excitement. While I was pretty naive for a 22-year-old guy, it was very obvious that she was coming on to me (I could tell even though no other girl or woman had ever done that to me in my life).

Margaret leaned back a bit and removed her hand from my thigh. Still smiling she said I'm sure I knew all about masturbation since young men supposedly do it every day of their lives. I didn't know what to say. She continued to reassure me that talking about these things was normal and shouldn't cause me to be uptight, and to feel free to share my feelings since I was an adult like her. Her natural and nonchalant manner eventually set me at ease, and the quiet atmosphere of her deck (and a number of scented candles she had lit before we sat to enjoy our coffee) helped relax me even more. I confessed that I masturbated often, and every day was probably not an exaggeration. She told me that while she personally didn't do it every day, she did enjoy relaxing in her family room several nights a week in just her nightshirt, conjuring up fantasies and bringing herself to orgasm. Margaret also said that she occasionally enjoyed masturbating in the bathtub, and in the warmer weather even lay in her lounge chair on the deck at night and did it. I asked her what she fantasized about, she told me all kinds of things, mostly involving men or groups of men, but sometimes even what it would be like to be with a woman. Her hand was back on my thigh again when she said she often thought about watching a man masturbate, and she had always been disappointed her husband would never do it for her because he was somewhat repressed sexually.

Then, instead of squeezing my thigh she reached up and gently squeezed my erection through my pants (of course I was hard after all this talk and the close proximity to Margaret - and she smelled GREAT!). She leaned forward and whispered in my ear that I seemed like I was ready to masturbate right now. I nodded my head and she whispered again that she would love to watch me. As I took in the scent of her perfume and her hand massaged my erection through my pants I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I think I actually would have done ANYTHING she asked me to do at that point. She suggested I "get comfortable" and lie back on the lounge chair next to the picnic table. I was taken aback. Although I was definitely into the idea now of actually masturbating in front of Margaret, I thought we would go back inside and told her so. She said that it would be more erotic out under the stars (it was just about dusk at that point) and that there was no one around who would be able to see me. She gently chided me for being "such a shy boy" as I stood and looked all around before removing my shirt, dropping my pants and sitting in the lounge chair in just my boxers.

Margaret was seated on the bench of the picnic table directly in front of me, with her back leaning up against the table. She commented that I was a strong young man, and that I must work out a lot to stay in shape. I felt a bit uncomfortable now that I was just in my underwear and she was sitting properly in front of me with her legs crossed at the knees, her cup of coffee in her hand. I had my hands down at my sides, not quite sure what to do with them, when she asked me if I went to the gym at all. I told her I mostly played basketball on the weekends, and played soccer with some friends occasionally on weeknights to get ready for a fall club league I had joined. As I was telling her this I noticed that she was practically staring at my erection, which had caused quite an apparent tent in my boxers. After another somewhat awkward moment of silence she asked if I wanted to "take those things (my boxers) off." My horniness outweighed my nervousness by about 2:1 at that point and I lifted up my hips while I slid off my underwear and I tossed them on the deck beside me. I've since discovered that I have what I guess would be considered a bigger-than-average penis (I've never actually measured it but have compared to others I've seen over the years) and Margaret immediately commented that it was beautiful. When I am erect my penis arches slightly back towards my abdomen and when I press it slightly the head touches just below my belly button (I can't tell you how many times my belly button has become a "come pool" after I've ejaculated while masturbating hahaha). Being naked, outside, and in front of this very attractive and very friendly middle age woman had me very turned on, and I slowly began to stroke my penis. Margaret engaged me in conversation as I did so, asking me how it felt, if I ever used any different types of techniques, if I liked lubrication, and how much I normally ejaculated. I answered her questions, but as I continued to masturbate I became more and more aroused and found it more difficult to talk with her. She saw this and suggested I slow down since she wanted to enjoy the show for a while.

She "asked" if I would perhaps like to see her underwear again like I had earlier in the bathroom, being very coy and at the same time unbuttoning her blouse. Up until this point I was under the impression that she had simply wanted to watch me masturbate, not sure if she would join in and, if so, where it would lead to. Seeing her reveal her bra was a dream come true for me (I had only seen one girl completely naked in my life up until this night), and as she removed her blouse I almost came without touching myself. Although the only light we had was from a handful of candles on the table, I could see the stark contrast of the white bra to her tan upper body. The bra looked identical to the one I had picked up in the bathroom, and I saw that her nipples were erect and pressing against the lace. Her breasts were magnificent, much larger than I ever would have imagined. From the base of her neck into her cleavage was a random smattering of freckles, which I found incredible attractive. She asked if I liked what I saw, smiling with that amazing dimple and her blue eyes sparkling from the candlelight. I gave my erection a few tugs and told her that she was beautiful. She stood up and unceremoniously unsnapped her shorts and let them drop to the deck. She placed her hands on her hips, but her feet together and curtsied, dipping her knees and laughing. She then reached behind her back with both hands, unsnapped her bra, and slumped her shoulders forward, letting it fall away from her breasts. I was a bit surprised since the rest of her was so tan; her breasts were milky white and were capped with enormous nipples. I began to stroke myself slowly again as I looked at her and told her that her "tits were beautiful" (a bit crude, I know). She said that her husband had always liked her breasts, too. She didn't lose any momentum as she quickly slipped off her panties (they were white briefs) and ran her right hand down between the very thick patch of black pubic hair between her legs. While she certainly wasn't slim, seeing Margaret there completely naked, with her hand beginning to rub her vagina while I masturbated, was incredible (I haven't experienced anything close to that level of excitement in the past 8 years). After several minutes of slowly touching and rubbing ourselves in front of each other, Margaret walked up next to my chair and extended her hands down towards me (obviously wanting me to stand up). As I did, we embraced, our naked bodies pushing against each other. It was nothing more than a hug at first, but it quickly became sexual as my erection pressed against her belly and she began to grind her vagina against my leg. As I began to touch and massage her ass (which was also milky white) she tilted her heads towards mine and began to kiss me. While my sexual experience was nominal, I WAS a pretty good kisser, and Margaret and I explored each other's mouths with passion. It quickly evolved to me feeling her breasts and thumbing her nipples while we kissed, and she reached her hand down and began to stroke my cock.

She told me she wanted me in her, and I was all too happy to oblige. I was truly a virgin up until this point in my life, and was certain to make sure that I let her take the lead. She turned around and leaned forward up against the picnic table, her elbows resting on the top. Her ass was directly in front of me, and I could see the hair and lips of her vagina. Margaret glanced back over her shoulder with that amazing smile of hers, and told me that "getting it from behind" was her favorite position and what she fantasize a lot about these days. I wasn't exactly sure what to do next, so I simply pressed myself forward, aiming my rock-hard penis towards her opening. When I missed (I think I almost stuck it up her butt!) she let out a small yelp, and reached back between her legs and guided me to her opening. She pushed back against me, and the head of my penis slowly entered her. It was invitingly warm and amazingly wet, and she continued to push back towards me until I was all the way in. She let out a moan I never thought I would hear from a women like her; it was completely full of lust. My instincts took over and I began to slowly and rhythmically move my hips forward and back, getting lost in the intense feelings each time I thrust forward and entered her. I reached down and grabbed hold of Margaret's hips as I picked up momentum, and looked down to watch my cock go in and out of her from behind. She momentarily braced herself with her right hand on the table and her left hand went down between her legs, her fingers alternately rubbing against the underside of my cock as it moved in and out, and rubbing her vagina (later on I figured out she was rubbing her clitoris). She would occasionally reach up and squeeze her breasts and nipples as well.

The feelings were overwhelming, so much so that I could not hold out any longer (we made love this way for about 5 full minutes - and I lasted much longer than I ever thought I would have). Through my heavy breathing I announced I was going to come, and the only response from Margaret was deeper and more frequent sighs and moans of pleasure. As I felt my orgasm beginning, I withdrew my cock and began to masturbate it furiously, which led to me shooting strings of thick semen all over her lower back and ass. As my orgasm subsided somewhat, Margaret finished herself off with her hand, telling me quite loudly that SHE WAS COMING! I rubbed my penis up and down between her ass cheeks, come still bubbling out and leaking down onto her skin. We had made quite a mess, and for the first time I experienced the fragrance of lovemaking (it actually was stronger than the candles). Margaret stood, turned around and embraced me and we passionately kissed again.

We ended up showering together a short time later, and enjoyed another short round of lovemaking (we brought each other off with our hands as it was getting late and I needed to drive home). Our "affair" lasted about 6 weeks before Margaret sat me down and told me that I was too young to be spending so much time with her. She encouraged me to go out with friends my own age and find a girlfriend. She appreciated our time together, and thanked me for filling the physical need in her life. We remained friendly, although only saw each other at work. Not too long after that she told me she had joined several clubs in her town (gardening, library and church) and she began dating some men her age as well. In 1997 I moved onto a job in a different company, and after some brief attempts at staying in touch with Margaret I lost track of her about 4 years ago. I will never forget, however, the first time I ever made love to her and the ensuing 6 weeks of sexual exploration and pleasure.