Norma Egan: Boy hungry wife

"Take off your shirt and let it dry," Ginger suggested as they strolled over to the pool.

"Good idea," said Sonny.

He took off his sweat-soaked t-shirt and spread it out on the hot concrete by the pool. He didn't have a hair on his chest yet, but his chest was strong and tanned, his arm muscles well-defined. Again Ginger felt a little burst of horny interest – and hurried into the house to get the lemonade. My God, what was the matter with her, leeching for a mere teenager?

When she returned, Sonny was sitting at the edge of the pool dangling his feet in the water. "A swim would really be great," he said wistfully.

"GO ahead," said Ginger. "I'll get you a pair of Tom's trunks."

"Aw, don't bother," Sonny said. "Ill just skinny dip. With that hedge around the place, nobody'll notice."

Ginger's face flamed. She supposed she shouldn't be so uptight and old-fashioned, but the idea of the neighbor boy swimming naked in their pool really embarrassed and shocked her. Before she could speak or even turn away, Sonny was standing, unzipping the fly of his jeans.

"Sonny," she said nervously.

"Why don't you join me?" he said. "I bet you could use a swim, too."

He opened his jeans and let them fall. He wasn't wearing any shorts. Ginger, blushing furiously, found herself gawking at the kid's cock. He had a small bush of brown curls, dangling rosy-red balls, and a pale limp dick which was clearly adult-size. Ginger just couldn't stop staring.

Sonny's handsome clean white cock waggled gaily as he stepped out of his jeans, and his pretty red nut sacs flapped and bounced. Ginger felt a rush of hot horny juice in her pussy. Sonny turned to dive into the pool, and her hungry eyes locked onto the tightly-muscled rows of his small trim ass. Another flood of hot cunt juice nearly soaked through her shorts.

"Here goes," Sonny cried.

He dived cleanly into the water and came up laughing. "Hey, it's great," he called. "You oughta come in, Ginger."

"All right," she said hoarsely. "I will."

It was high time she got over her ridiculous modesty. There was nothing evil or dirty about the naked human body. She had no reason to be ashamed of taking her clothes off. She could be just as natural and casual about it as Sonny. Ginger told herself all these things as she began to undress but she still couldn't stop blushing.

Sonny swam several laps, apparently wrapped up in what he was doing, but in fact he kept taking pecks at Ginger when she wasn't looking. Christ, she was beautiful. He'd had a crush on her ever since he was twelve. To Sonny, Ginger Davis was the mast beautiful and desirable woman in the whole world.

And now he'd get to see her naked.

Ginger kicked off her sandals and then more hesitantly untied her skimpy cotton halter and drew it away from her big pointed tits. Her gorgeous breasts, the size and shape of large grapefruits, tumbled from their confinement and assumed their natural uplift. Sonny secretly ogled those fantastic creamy-pale boobs with their dainty pink nipples, and he got so excited, he swam into the wall of the pool.

"Oh, Christ," he muttered, rubbing his head. He quickly resumed swimming his laps, not wanting Ginger to know he'd been peeking at her.

Ginger started lowering her skin-tight shorts, her face beet red. She was determined to overcome her ridiculous modesty about her body, but after twenty-five years of old-fashioned prudery, it wasn't easy. She finally got the shorts off and stood there wearing only a tiny pair of pink bikini panties.

By this time Sonny was having trouble remembering when to breathe, and he damned near swallowed half the pool. But he managed to keep on swimming, to act casual and uninterested, as the statuesque redhead began tugging down her panties. Sonny wasn't without experience, being the most popular with the girls at school, but Ginger was just out of their league, so stunningly gorgeous he could hardly believe she was real. She was more like a giant doll or something put of his fantasies.

Ginger blushed deeply as she slowly lowered her panties. Once she thought for sure that Sonny had taken a glance at her, but she told herself that was only natural. She'd looked at him, hadn't she? Forcing herself to be bold, she jerked her panties down fast, revealing the flame-red triangle of her bush. In her nervousness she almost tripped stepping out of her panties, her big breasts wobbling crazily. Then she rushed to the edge of the pool and dived in.

Meanwhile Sonny had had to grab the side of the pool and just hang there to get his breath back and control his horny panting. He'd never seen anything so incredibly sexy as Ginger standing stark naked at the edge of the pool, gorgeous big breasts painting straight ahead, little orange muff fully revealing the pout of her mons.

"Oh, man," he moaned softly, "I gotta watch it."

But it was too much to ask himself not to look. Ginger started doing laps, and he had to gawk each time she turned to breathe and one big shining white tit emerged from the water. He couldn't help thinking that he'd had a few girls, but they were just ordinary girls, and that balling Ginger would be like having a Goddess.

But that was ridiculous. Mrs. Ginger Davis, a respectable housewife in her twenties, wouldn't have any interest in a teenage boy. She probably thought of him as just a funny little kid. He'd have to content himself with just looking.

Meanwhile Ginger was doing her share of peeking. Each time she passed Sonny in her laps, she glanced down into the clear water and saw the blurred outline of his brown bush, rosy floating balls, and pale waving prick. She wandered if Sonny felt any attraction for her at all. No, probably not. She probably seemed old and used-up to a boy his age. But at least she could look.

Ginger finally grabbed the side of the pool to rest, and Sonny swam over to her as casually as possible and rested within a foot of her. Those super boobs were floating just under the surface of the water, pretty pink nipples pointed and hard. Lower down he could just make out the wet red curls of her muff.

"The water sure feels great, doesn't it?" he said, managing not to stutter.

"Ummmm, yes," Ginger sighed. "I'm glad you thought of having a swim."

She surprised herself by not stuttering, too. Sonny was so close to her, young and clean and naked and sexy as hell. She snuck glances at his milky-white limp cock as it floated on the current. She wondered how big it would be if it was hard – then told herself to stop being a dirty old woman.

"Hold still," Sonny suddenly commanded. "There's a big old bug caught in your hair. I'll get it."

"Oh, yucch," Ginger gasped, "please do."

Thank God for that bug. It allowed Sonny to move right over against her as he fished in her long red hair and extracted the struggling insect. Her big firm breasts flattened slightly against his chest, the nipples hard and tickling. Even better, he felt his free-floating peter come up against her wet silky bush and press there. He wished it was hard, slipping between her thighs, rubbing her cunt.

In fact it was a miracle he didn't have a cock-stand already. He seemed to have them all the time. Maybe he was just nervous with this fantastically attractive older woman. Anyhow, he was glad his prick hadn't embarrassed him yet. She'd probably have a fit if he went hard against her.

Ginger was close to panting with excitement as she felt her naked sensitive tits against the boy's hard chest, felt his soft tickling cock nestling against her soaked muff and pressing the swelling of her mons. Oh, God, how she wished his prick was rock-hard and pushing into her. Those thoughts were terribly wicked, but she couldn't help it.

"There," Sonny said hoarsely, tossing the bug up in the air where it flew away. He didn't move, still pressed against Ginger's sleek curvy body.