Pamela James - The widow_s young lovers

Edna watched the teen through her binoculars, and as he advanced in her direction, her hands began to tremble.

He's absolutely adorable! she thought. My God, why can't he be mine?

The teen walked along the beach, kicking at small mounds of sand, keeping away from the incoming water. He was dressed only in a pair of tight fitting black bathing briefs, which accentuated the slim curve of his buttocks. He was lean and slender, his body nut brown from the sun. His hair was long and thick, a golden color bleached almost white by the sun.

As he came closer Edna was able to see his face. He was smiling to himself now. He was more than just handsome or cute; he was beautiful, almost angelic, with fine smooth features. Edna ached to touch him, to hold him.

She brought down the binoculars and wiped away the ring of perspiration around her eyes.

Edna had moved into the summer cottage nearly a week ago. She had noticed the slender teen almost immediately. It was as if a magical spell had been cast. She had been attracted to young men before, even while she was happily married. He was something special. He was now in her thoughts constantly. She would stand vigil every morning after breakfast and every afternoon after lunch, even during the early evening, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

He loved to swim, and he was a graceful, able swimmer. He seemed friendless; he was always by himself. Perhaps, he was a loner. Edna secretly hoped so, because she was gradually getting up enough courage to talk to him.

She felt the familiar tingling sensation between her legs. Pussy juice was beginning to soak through her panties. She absently rubbed her crotch and moaned. It was difficult now just to sit and watch him.

He must be staying with his parents or relatives or friends – but he's always alone. Edna gathered his house was just beyond her vision, behind the sand dunes to the left of her white-washed house. To the right were the rocky cliffs, below which the water was rough and churned as if in a blender.

She saw the teen coming closer in her direction.

She wondered what the teen looked like naked, and was his skin as soft as it looked? How old was he? He looked no older than eighteen. Edna imagined herself in bed with the teen, his cock slipping between her thighs. She had been having such thoughts for days now.

But the lascivious images persisted, impossible to resist. She masturbated to them. Now she needed something more. She stood up and placed the binoculars on the table beside her on the porch.

Her heart pounding, she walked in the teen's direction. She felt as if she were in a dream. Now or never, she thought. Whatever the consequences, I'm going to have that teen. He's a virgin, I'm sure. I'll be his first woman. His teacher…

The teen looked up when he saw her approaching and smiled. "Hi!" he said and Edna's heart skipped a beat. She could feel herself trembling, despite the late morning sun.

"Hello," she said. She couldn't help eyeing his crotch. Her eyes widened. She saw the noticeable bulge of his crotch, further enhanced by the tight briefs. My God, she thought, his cock must be absolutely enormous! She could see the mushroom-shaped cockhead and his plump balls. Her knees suddenly turned to rubber.

"Do you live there?" the teen asked, pointing to her house.

"Yes, I'm here for the summer, perhaps longer."

"It gets cold here during the winter."

Edna nodded. "So I've heard. My husband and I usually stay until September, but since he passed away I just might decide to stay longer. It's quite beautiful here."

"I'm sorry about your husband."

"Oh, it was nearly a year ago. Thank you."

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Edna. And yours?"

"Tommy."

"Do you live around here?"

"Behind the dunes. I'm staying with my parents and sister."

I never see them.

"Mom and Dad are writers. They stay in the house most of the time. It's kinda crazy, but they like it here because it's quiet."

"And your sister?"

"She's not here yet. She's staying with her friend until next week."

Edna was finding it difficult to take her eyes from his prominent crotch, but she didn't want to frighten the teen away.

"Would you like a cool drink?" she asked. "You look hot."

He thought for a minute and Edna could swear during that time her heart had stopped. "Okay. Sure!"

"You're here all alone, huh?"

"Yes. Maybe you'd like to… keep me company once in a while. You're a pleasure to talk to."

Tommy beamed. "You're a nice lady. I like you."

It was such an innocent, straightforward thing to say, but Edna blushed and her cunt cried out for relief. She wanted more than anything to rip the teen's briefs off and fondle his cock. But she knew she would have to be patient. Already the teen liked her. That was a start and a good omen.

As they climbed the several, steps to her back porch Edna said, "You've got a lovely tan." Her fingers brushed against his shoulder. The teen seemed to like the attention she was giving him. She let her hand move down his back and over the ridge of his backbone. She was thrilled that he didn't move away.

As she did this, Tommy's eyes gazed longingly at her tits. Edna was wearing shorts and a halter top. Her nipples, which were hard and pointed, were pressing against the halter. Her breasts were round and large. Tommy had a sudden urge to touch them. He had never seen such big tits before.

"Would you like to come inside?" Edna asked, reluctantly taking her hand away from him. "It's cooler inside."

"Okay." He didn't fail to notice that Edna was quite a beautiful woman. Although she was in her mid-thirties she looked years younger. He liked the look of her long black hair against the paleness of her face. He felt his cock stirring in his bathing briefs and he turned red.

Jeez, he thought, I don't want her to see me with a hard on!

Edna disappeared into her small kitchen and returned with two glasses of soda. She sat alongside the teen on the couch and their thighs touched. The teen didn't move away from her. He seemed very comfortable with her.

As she brought the glass to her lips she looked down at his crotch and saw he had the beginnings of an erection. She closed her eyes and ribbed her legs together slightly, feeling the urgent signals from her oozing pussy.

"Do you have any friends here?" she asked. She had to clear her throat. Her voice was hoarse with emotion and anticipation.

"No. But I kinda like it by myself."

"Mmm. So do I. No girlfriends?"

Tommy laughed nervously and blushed. "No."

"I'm surprised. You're such a handsome young man." Her fingers brushed his cheek and he gave her a bashful smile. She noticed his hand was trembling slightly as he drank more of the soda.

He finished the soda and placed the empty glass now the table in front of them. "I think maybe I better be going."

"Oh, so soon? Stay a little while longer. It's not often I have someone so handsome and intelligent to talk to." As Edna said this, she touched his thigh and gave it a squeeze. The teen looked down at her hand on his leg and swallowed hard. But he didn't move away.

Edna decided the time had come. Her hand trailed slowly up his thigh until her fingertips were touching the elastic leg band of his briefs. His cock was semi-erect now and it really did look enormous. His cock was as thick as her wrist!

"I saw you looking at my tits before," Edna said suddenly, her voice quivering; "Would you like to touch them?"

The teen looked up at her, startled. It was beginning to dawn on him what her intentions were. But the thought of actually feeling her tits sent another exciting jolt through his loins. Now he didn't care if his cock was stiffening – and he knew it was and if she saw it.