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RON’S FIRST-TIME
RON’S FIRST-TIME
Ron Baylor was a 19-year-old virgin, and he desperately wanted to lose that status, which he considered being one of shame. He lied to his friends, bragging to them of his experience at bedding local girls and women, but none of them believed him. This was over half a century ago when girls were constantly being urged to "save themselves for marriage," and all of them rejected all sexual proposals. The few who were less repressed, and who did indulge in sex, were immensely popular with men and boys and had no time for Ronald, who was tall, clumsy, and shy and whose face was still covered with pimples.
Had he been rich, that would have made him more attractive, but he had just started his job on the assembly line in the automobile factory in a nearby city, and barely made enough money to cover his car payments, after turning part of his wages over to his parents to help them pay bills and make the mortgage payments on the house they shared. Like most young men who had lived all their lives in that small town, including his close friends, Ron's actual carnal adventures were limited to getting himself off with his own right hand, frequently while scanning old National Geographic magazines.
Besides the NG in its yellow cover, there were other publications, most notably "Esquire" and a new magazine named "Playboy," which was rumored to feature photos of scantily clad women, but the local drug store always kept that kind of magazine behind the counter and away from those the owner adjudged "too young for such things."
This included Ron and his friends. There was one other source of erotic or sexual stimulation, but it was illegal and was only occasionally whispered about by Ron and others like him.
"Do you really mean that?" Ron asked his best friend, Chuck when the other youth told him of such a place. "Does she really run around the house naked?"
"Honest to God. Well, not naked, but her tits were bare. At least they were when I saw her. She might have taken off more, but I got scared of being caught and left. Nice big tits, though."
Chuck was speaking of Ms. Hunter, who was in her thirties and divorced and living by herself in a small house on the edge of town. At that time, a divorced woman was looked on as possibly immoral, and available, more so than a widow or a woman who had never married.
A woman living with her husband was thought of as being completely off-limits, partly because of the threat posed by the man in the house but mostly because she was considered too virtuous to be the subject of window peeping by adolescents.
Besides being eligible to be peeped at, Ms. Hunter was a good-looking woman, especially because of her big tits. Her long red hair was believed to have been dyed, and this made her morals even more suspect at that time and that place. The possibility she would be walking around naked or even bare-breasted at home was enough to get Ron's cock hard, and he vowed to sneak into her backyard and watch her putting on a show as soon as possible. He was not familiar with the layout of her home, but he knew most kitchens and bedrooms looked out on the back yard, and that was the only place he would not be seen by people passing by if there were any.
There was no moon that night, which made it a perfect time to do what Ron wanted. Streetlights were few in between in that rundown part of town, so he parked his car and walked a block to reach the home of his quarry. Before ducking beside the high hedge separating her driveway from the nearest neighbor's property, he looked around to see if anybody might possibly have seen him. The street seemed to be deserted, so he took the opportunity and hurried into her backyard.
The light was on in what he thought was the kitchen, and he carefully peeked through the window, to see a wondrous sight. Not ten feet away, wiping down a counter with her back to him, was a woman who was naked above the waist. Her long red hair was combed down her front, and he could see all her shapely bareback. By standing on his tiptoes, Ron could see she was barefoot and was clad in nothing but a pair of tight pink panties, which were very nicely filled by her large ass. His cock became fully erect at the sight, and he patted it, but did not masturbate. He intended to do that later, at home in his own bed, but he continued watching in hopes of getting a view of something that would get him even more aroused than he already was.
His patience was splendidly rewarded. The lovely redhead finished the chore she was performing, turned her side to him, and walked slowly across the room. Ron feasted his eyes on her luscious breasts, even able to see how they were topped by perky pink nipples, as she strolled less than ten feet away from him. He held his breath at the sight, partly because he was afraid, she might hear him and partly because he was so mesmerized, he even forgot to breathe. Ms. Hunter walked out of his field of vision and, seconds later, a light was visible through another window just feet to his right. He hurried quietly over there, hoping to see even more of the beautiful woman.
Once again, he got his wish, even better than he could have hoped for. She was in her bedroom and, as he watched, the woman of his future fantasies pulled down those pink panties and stepped out of them, leaving her naked. She bent over and picked them up, giving him an even more exciting view of her ass, before turning around and walking directly forward him. Something in the back of his mind told him he should duck his head below the windowsill, but he was too enraptured at the incredibly erotic sight before him.
As he watched, the vision of loveliness walked directly toward him, her large, beautiful breasts swaying from side to side. Ron had never seen a pussy, not even a photo until that moment, because neither the National Geographic nor anything else he had ever read was daring enough to include them, and he was fascinated at the sight.
The view really was not particularly good, but the lady's bare pussy, with its tuft of reddish-blonde hair and its very fair skin, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The nude woman was only a couple of feet away from him, and he should have been aware his face in the window was as visible to her as she was to him, but his mind was not thinking very clearly just then.
She began putting on a show for him, although he did not realize what she was doing until later. The sexy redhead moved about, only feet in front of his feverish gaze, as she did housework, or pretended to. Once, she bent over and seemed to reach back and spread her succulent ass cheeks, giving Ron an even better view of her ass and pussy. Other times, she stood less than a yard away in the brightly lighted room and let her big breasts swinging from side to side. His cock seemed to be trying to rip a hole through his jeans, and he knew he would have to leave for the privacy of his car where he could masturbate and relieve the pressure. He would not even be able to wait until he got home, he was thinking. Abruptly, Ron became aware the woman who had gotten him into such a state had left the room, and he wondered why and where she had gone.
He found out when a bright flood of light from the back porch hit him squarely in the face, he had seen deer in the headlights of his car and had swerved to avoid running into them. With the light glaring from the porch into his face, he felt something like what he imagined those deer must have felt. The feeling got worse when he heard Ms. Hunter's voice.
"I see you over there, Ron Baylor. You come here or I'll tell your mother what you've been up to in my back yard."
Caught! Ron did not know what to do, but he knew he did not want his mother and father to learn of the perverted thing he had been doing that night. Not knowing what else he could do, he approached the kitchen porch, where Ms. Hunter kept the powerful beam of her flashlight aimed squarely into his face. He walked slowly because he could not see where he was going, with the bright light in his eyes, but he knew where he was and stopped when his foot bumped the bottom stair of the porch. Ms. Hunter kept the light in his face while she spoke to him.
"Are you by yourself? Are there any more of you boys out there?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Very well. Come up here then."
Ron slowly climbed the stairs, and the light seemed to be receding and, when he reached the porch, it was switched off. With the light no longer in his eyes, he blinked until could see again, and what he saw in front of him was something he could not believe. Ms. Hunter was standing just inside the doorway, with her arms at her sides and her legs spread and just as naked as she had been in her bedroom. The lady did not even stop to put on a bathrobe or anything else before coming to the kitchen door to confront him, and she was smiling at him.
"Do you like what you see, Ron?"
He was so flustered he could not speak, but he nodded his head in response. It was the truth too because what he was looking at was the most enticing thing he had ever seen.
"Good. Come in here, then. I hope you want to do more than look."
He did, but Ron was too petrified to even step into the kitchen, so the naked redhead reached out to grip the waistband of his pants and pull him forward. Once he was inside, she closed and locked the door and reached out to stroke the bulge in his crotch.
"Yeah, I see what you want to do. C'mon."
Keeping her grip on the waist of his pants, she stopped to pull down the shade on the kitchen window before leading him into her bedroom. She pulled that shade down too and turned to face him.
"Have you ever been with a woman before, Ron?"
He had partially found his voice by then. "N-n-no."
"Good, because I've got a lot, I want to show you. We are going to have fun tonight if you will listen to me and do what I say. Do you like that? Do you want to have some fun with me?"
Ron was slightly less nervous by then and had found his voice. "Yes.
Yes, I do, Mrs. Hunter."
"Good. The first thing we must do is get you out of these clothes. And do not call me 'Mrs. Hunter.' My name is Mary, and we are going to get to know each other well, tonight, and maybe many more times do you like that idea?"
"Yes, Mrs., er, Mary."
She said nothing else but reached out to begin to unbutton Ron's shirt. It was a warm summer night, and he wore no jacket or undershirt. When she had the buttons unfastened, he had enough sense to turn around she Mary could pull it off him and toss it onto the foot of the bed. He turned around and she unfastened his belt, unbuttoned, unzipped his jeans, and started to pull them down.
To be continued
Ron Baylor was a 19-year-old virgin, and he desperately wanted to lose that status, which he considered being one of shame. He lied to his friends, bragging to them of his experience at bedding local girls and women, but none of them believed him. This was over half a century ago when girls were constantly being urged to "save themselves for marriage," and all of them rejected all sexual proposals. The few who were less repressed, and who did indulge in sex, were immensely popular with men and boys and had no time for Ronald, who was tall, clumsy, and shy and whose face was still covered with pimples.
Had he been rich, that would have made him more attractive, but he had just started his job on the assembly line in the automobile factory in a nearby city, and barely made enough money to cover his car payments, after turning part of his wages over to his parents to help them pay bills and make the mortgage payments on the house they shared. Like most young men who had lived all their lives in that small town, including his close friends, Ron's actual carnal adventures were limited to getting himself off with his own right hand, frequently while scanning old National Geographic magazines.
Besides the NG in its yellow cover, there were other publications, most notably "Esquire" and a new magazine named "Playboy," which was rumored to feature photos of scantily clad women, but the local drug store always kept that kind of magazine behind the counter and away from those the owner adjudged "too young for such things."
This included Ron and his friends. There was one other source of erotic or sexual stimulation, but it was illegal and was only occasionally whispered about by Ron and others like him.
"Do you really mean that?" Ron asked his best friend, Chuck when the other youth told him of such a place. "Does she really run around the house naked?"
"Honest to God. Well, not naked, but her tits were bare. At least they were when I saw her. She might have taken off more, but I got scared of being caught and left. Nice big tits, though."
Chuck was speaking of Ms. Hunter, who was in her thirties and divorced and living by herself in a small house on the edge of town. At that time, a divorced woman was looked on as possibly immoral, and available, more so than a widow or a woman who had never married.
A woman living with her husband was thought of as being completely off-limits, partly because of the threat posed by the man in the house but mostly because she was considered too virtuous to be the subject of window peeping by adolescents.
Besides being eligible to be peeped at, Ms. Hunter was a good-looking woman, especially because of her big tits. Her long red hair was believed to have been dyed, and this made her morals even more suspect at that time and that place. The possibility she would be walking around naked or even bare-breasted at home was enough to get Ron's cock hard, and he vowed to sneak into her backyard and watch her putting on a show as soon as possible. He was not familiar with the layout of her home, but he knew most kitchens and bedrooms looked out on the back yard, and that was the only place he would not be seen by people passing by if there were any.
There was no moon that night, which made it a perfect time to do what Ron wanted. Streetlights were few in between in that rundown part of town, so he parked his car and walked a block to reach the home of his quarry. Before ducking beside the high hedge separating her driveway from the nearest neighbor's property, he looked around to see if anybody might possibly have seen him. The street seemed to be deserted, so he took the opportunity and hurried into her backyard.
The light was on in what he thought was the kitchen, and he carefully peeked through the window, to see a wondrous sight. Not ten feet away, wiping down a counter with her back to him, was a woman who was naked above the waist. Her long red hair was combed down her front, and he could see all her shapely bareback. By standing on his tiptoes, Ron could see she was barefoot and was clad in nothing but a pair of tight pink panties, which were very nicely filled by her large ass. His cock became fully erect at the sight, and he patted it, but did not masturbate. He intended to do that later, at home in his own bed, but he continued watching in hopes of getting a view of something that would get him even more aroused than he already was.
His patience was splendidly rewarded. The lovely redhead finished the chore she was performing, turned her side to him, and walked slowly across the room. Ron feasted his eyes on her luscious breasts, even able to see how they were topped by perky pink nipples, as she strolled less than ten feet away from him. He held his breath at the sight, partly because he was afraid, she might hear him and partly because he was so mesmerized, he even forgot to breathe. Ms. Hunter walked out of his field of vision and, seconds later, a light was visible through another window just feet to his right. He hurried quietly over there, hoping to see even more of the beautiful woman.
Once again, he got his wish, even better than he could have hoped for. She was in her bedroom and, as he watched, the woman of his future fantasies pulled down those pink panties and stepped out of them, leaving her naked. She bent over and picked them up, giving him an even more exciting view of her ass, before turning around and walking directly forward him. Something in the back of his mind told him he should duck his head below the windowsill, but he was too enraptured at the incredibly erotic sight before him.
As he watched, the vision of loveliness walked directly toward him, her large, beautiful breasts swaying from side to side. Ron had never seen a pussy, not even a photo until that moment, because neither the National Geographic nor anything else he had ever read was daring enough to include them, and he was fascinated at the sight.
The view really was not particularly good, but the lady's bare pussy, with its tuft of reddish-blonde hair and its very fair skin, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The nude woman was only a couple of feet away from him, and he should have been aware his face in the window was as visible to her as she was to him, but his mind was not thinking very clearly just then.
She began putting on a show for him, although he did not realize what she was doing until later. The sexy redhead moved about, only feet in front of his feverish gaze, as she did housework, or pretended to. Once, she bent over and seemed to reach back and spread her succulent ass cheeks, giving Ron an even better view of her ass and pussy. Other times, she stood less than a yard away in the brightly lighted room and let her big breasts swinging from side to side. His cock seemed to be trying to rip a hole through his jeans, and he knew he would have to leave for the privacy of his car where he could masturbate and relieve the pressure. He would not even be able to wait until he got home, he was thinking. Abruptly, Ron became aware the woman who had gotten him into such a state had left the room, and he wondered why and where she had gone.
He found out when a bright flood of light from the back porch hit him squarely in the face, he had seen deer in the headlights of his car and had swerved to avoid running into them. With the light glaring from the porch into his face, he felt something like what he imagined those deer must have felt. The feeling got worse when he heard Ms. Hunter's voice.
"I see you over there, Ron Baylor. You come here or I'll tell your mother what you've been up to in my back yard."
Caught! Ron did not know what to do, but he knew he did not want his mother and father to learn of the perverted thing he had been doing that night. Not knowing what else he could do, he approached the kitchen porch, where Ms. Hunter kept the powerful beam of her flashlight aimed squarely into his face. He walked slowly because he could not see where he was going, with the bright light in his eyes, but he knew where he was and stopped when his foot bumped the bottom stair of the porch. Ms. Hunter kept the light in his face while she spoke to him.
"Are you by yourself? Are there any more of you boys out there?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Very well. Come up here then."
Ron slowly climbed the stairs, and the light seemed to be receding and, when he reached the porch, it was switched off. With the light no longer in his eyes, he blinked until could see again, and what he saw in front of him was something he could not believe. Ms. Hunter was standing just inside the doorway, with her arms at her sides and her legs spread and just as naked as she had been in her bedroom. The lady did not even stop to put on a bathrobe or anything else before coming to the kitchen door to confront him, and she was smiling at him.
"Do you like what you see, Ron?"
He was so flustered he could not speak, but he nodded his head in response. It was the truth too because what he was looking at was the most enticing thing he had ever seen.
"Good. Come in here, then. I hope you want to do more than look."
He did, but Ron was too petrified to even step into the kitchen, so the naked redhead reached out to grip the waistband of his pants and pull him forward. Once he was inside, she closed and locked the door and reached out to stroke the bulge in his crotch.
"Yeah, I see what you want to do. C'mon."
Keeping her grip on the waist of his pants, she stopped to pull down the shade on the kitchen window before leading him into her bedroom. She pulled that shade down too and turned to face him.
"Have you ever been with a woman before, Ron?"
He had partially found his voice by then. "N-n-no."
"Good, because I've got a lot, I want to show you. We are going to have fun tonight if you will listen to me and do what I say. Do you like that? Do you want to have some fun with me?"
Ron was slightly less nervous by then and had found his voice. "Yes.
Yes, I do, Mrs. Hunter."
"Good. The first thing we must do is get you out of these clothes. And do not call me 'Mrs. Hunter.' My name is Mary, and we are going to get to know each other well, tonight, and maybe many more times do you like that idea?"
"Yes, Mrs., er, Mary."
She said nothing else but reached out to begin to unbutton Ron's shirt. It was a warm summer night, and he wore no jacket or undershirt. When she had the buttons unfastened, he had enough sense to turn around she Mary could pull it off him and toss it onto the foot of the bed. He turned around and she unfastened his belt, unbuttoned, unzipped his jeans, and started to pull them down.
To be continued
Published 23rd Jan 2022
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24th Jan 2022 4:48am
This was a very different concept and I like how you broadened the range of the storyline my friend
24th Jan 2022 7:51am
be safe and many thanks for stopping by leaving this sweet comment my friend
