Mrs. Bookman, Chapter 1

by DudetoDude

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 died ten years earlier and according to my parents, the life insurance settlement had left her in pretty good financial shape. Mrs. Bookman never remarried and since she never had children of her own she had always treated me as if I was the daughter she never had.

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 and Mrs. Bookman would allow her to come and swim in her pool. I thought Mrs. Bookman was cool and very attractive and all of my girl friends told me how nice they thought she was. Mrs. Bookman always had cold lemonade and made treats for all of us when we visited her and for an adult, she treated us really cool, not just like little kids. She must have been around forty or so and my friends thought she looked pretty good in a two-piece for an "older" lady. She was slim and had a massive set of tits. From a young impressionable ten year olds perspective, I supposed that all adult women had big tits.

It become a daily routine that in the morning, I'd arrive 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 go in the water and swim with me and play touch tag. When I was tagged as it, I used to love to try and tag her by touching her on her bum or tits and I would 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 too short, Mrs. Bookmen would bump my pussy with her head or face every time when she tried to go through my legs while swimming on back. Sometimes I would hit her pussy with my face or head on purpose just like she did with me but I tried to pretend it was not intentional. Thinking about it now it was a pretty lame move and I'm sure it looked obvious.

By the time I was twelve I began to grow little tits of my own and my body was starting to show some shape to my body and I was growing hair on my 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 to me what had happened and that it was all right. I realized I liked the feeling of her mouth kissing my pussy and I hoped that she would do it again soon.

It was shortly after that event that I began to really notice how attractive 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 underneath her bikini bottoms and saw that her pussy hair was sticking out the outside. The sight of her made me feel butterflies in my tummy and all tingly between my legs. I was embarrassed when she caught me staring at her exposed pussy hairs one time 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 and 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 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 had been given me over the past year and I actually looked forward to hearing them. When I wore different swimsuits or outfits on different days hoping that Mrs. Bookmen would take notice, and she always did. She would always tell me how pretty I was and wished she could still look as young and sexy as me. That would always make me feel good and all grown up to hear her say that and I would always tell her how 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 snuggle up close and mash my face against her large soft breasts.

By now I knew that something was going on but I wasn't sure what and wasn't old enough to figure it all out. Often, times the both of us would just lounge around and tan, or go in and watch a TV game show. A few times Mrs. Bookman's new friend Bridget would come over for some lunch and a swim. I liked Bridget, and she was always nice to me as well. Bridget was much younger and more petite than Mrs. Bookman and I thought she was even sexier looking.

Bridget loved the sun and there were occasions when she wanted sunscreen rubbed all over and I was always eager to do it for her. I began to notice that she would usually ask me to rub sunscreen on her whenever Mrs. Bookmen went into the house for drinks or whatever. Bridget's breasts weren't as large as Mrs. Bookman's but she looked much sexier. Quite often when Bridget was over, Mrs. Bookmen would suggest or encourage me to go home next door for a couple of hours because she wanted visit her friend and that she would drop by and check in on me later. I was old enough to be on my own so it wasn't 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 from her linen closet. On the way back through her bedroom, I noticed the cat had pulled the sheer drapes off the curtain rod and I went to pick them up. I happen to glance out the window down into the yard and noticed Bridget leaning over Mrs. Bookman and kissing her square on the lips. I felt a rush of tingles pass through my body like a shiver and I got scared of getting caught peeking so I jumped back away from the window in case they caught me. I slowly crept up again and had another sneak peek outside. Bridget was kneeling beside Mrs. Bookman's lounger, kissing her and feeling her breasts. 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 together kissing like that and my orgasm came fast and furious that day 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 about Mrs. Bookmen, I came up with the idea and the nerve to sort of tease her so I could get turned on. I would do this sometimes when 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 little show but not letting her know that I realized what I was doing. As the summer rolled on, Mrs. Bookmen always made sure I had enough sunscreen on and she wanted me to rub lotion on her often. Some days she would ask me to rub lotion on her every ten minutes or so. I didn't mind it at all and I used to love it when she rubbed sunscreen all over me, especially when she tried to rub some in between my legs near my pussy and ass cheeks.

"Just for good measure," she would always say, a bad place get a burn.

I would try to open my legs a little wider when her hands were 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 think about showing off my naked body to Mrs. Bookmen, and rubbing her naked body with sunscreen. Some of my best orgasms were when I thought about her, and by the time I turned thirteen, I had developed a secret crush for her.

Over the winter Mrs. Bookman would use her tanning bed and she would often tell me to go ahead and use if I liked. She would always be willing to make sure I had enough moisturizer on and of course I would always rub the lotion on her as well. During that winter I had become very comfortable around Mrs. Bookman as we dressed or undressed for tanning sessions. Mrs. Bookman always said that it's no big deal when it's just us girls. By the time summer rolled along, it wasn't unusual for the both to catch each other topless and later, tan together in her yard since her pool area was very secluded. We had promised each other not tell anyone about it because she would be in big trouble and my parents would have had a fit. I enjoyed sneaking peeks of her massive tits and especially when she would rub them all over with lotion. She didn't seem to mid that I could see her and after awhile. It did seem more awkward to try and touch or hug anymore her anymore but I certainly wanted to.

I remember one time when I was fifteen, I'd go over and have late night skinny dips. She knew it them and didn't mind when ever I came over, she was usually in watching TV or in bed. One night she came out and dove in the pool completely nude and that was the first time we had seen each other completely naked. After my initial nervousness we both agreed that enjoyed the feeling of freedom and the sensation of skinny dipping. After that first time, we skinny dipped often together and we agreed to keep that our secret as well.

Reflecting back now, I think she had really wanted to seduce me all along 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 finally got up the nerve to initiate some girl on girl sex during my senior year of high school and still fantasize as to what it would be like to have sex with Mrs. Bookman.

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