Mrs. Johnson Part I
During high school and college I had my share of girls. But,
as with
most guys, I always fantasized about what I couldn't have. I had
been dating my girlfriend Debby since my junior year of high school,
even though we'd been going to different colleges for 3 years.
We
visited each other about once a month, so I obviously had to dip
into the local supply of sorority pussy. I'm sure she knew I was
getting some on the side, but she never mentioned it. She probably
never mentioned it because she was probably doing the same thing.
Even though I was surrounded by beautiful girls at school, I
never
fantasized about them like I did about Debby. When I looked back
at
why I was like this, I realized it wasn't Debby; it was her mother
Cheryl Johnson that I was fantasizing about. Debby was a
beautiful girl but her mom was an extremely hot woman.
Debby was a slightly shorter,
less voluptuous, plain version of her mother. They had many similar
features, but Cheryl always dressed in sexy outfits for work and
her
actions and smell just screamed fuck me. If there ever was a MILF
it was Cheryl Johnson.
Let me paint a picture of Cheryl so you can get an idea of what
I'm
talking about. At the time of this story Cheryl was 41 and working
for an advertising agency down town. I don't know what it is about
advertising chicks, but even today, when I have an appointment
with
one, they're always sexy as hell and dressed to the hilt. It must
help them close deals, well at least with a horn-ball like myself.
Oh yeah, back to Cheryl. Cheryl is about 5-9, 135 lbs., long blonde
hair, and a great tan. She always wore tight, short skirts and
tight
or partially see-through tops, showing the world her huge D-cup
tits. She loved the attention of men.
I remember one time vividly. I was picking up Debby for school,
and
Cheryl was rushing off to work. Cheryl answered the door in a
black
mini-skirt and a white see-through blouse. My eyes immediately
fell
to her tits. I could easily make out the lace pattern bra that
cupped her heaving breasts. She quickly looked down at her chest
and
noticed that she had missed the top 3 buttons of her blouse. She
quickly closed her shirt with one hand and apologized for showing
me
her "old lady" breasts. I replied, "They don't
look that old to me."
She smiled and told me," don't let my daughter hear you say
that."
She then walked over to her heels bent over and began strapping
them
on while I watched. I could easily make out the outline of her
thong
through the shear material of her skirt.
When she finished, she stood up and turned around towards the
door
and me. She did her sexy swagger, which is her normal walk, toward
the door, so I turned to give her some room to pass. She then
did
something totally unexpected. She walked up to me, placed one
hand
on my lower stomach, locked her sexy eyes with mine, and then
gave
me a quick peck on the cheek. "You have a good day,"
she said, with
a smile and a wink. I stood there with my heart racing, and a
huge
boner. I know she loved the fact that she could do that to me.
She
walked to the door, turned and gave me another wink, and then
left.
Debby then came down the stairs, "what's wrong?" she
asked. "Nothing," I replied. And that's how my fantasies
of fucking
Cheryl became an obsession.
