Long time lurker, first submission here excuse amateur writing.
**CONTEXT:**
This is a couple of years back, I had just completed my 2nd Semester of engineering and was back to my parents place for the break.
We have been at this apartment complex for a few years so we are close with a lot of our neighbors around us. Mrs. K lived 1 floor above our apartment with her Husband and a daughter. I have always had a thing for her so back then all I could possibly do was use my imagination(if you know what I mean xD).
She is absolutely gorgeous, heavy curvy figure with bright bold eyes and a smile that’d melt you. Her and my mom used to go to the same yoga club and believe me when I say it was a delight seeing her in her yoga outfit.
**THE BUILDUP:**
My dad had a business trip for almost a week and my mom accompanied him, my plan was to buy loads of beer get hammered for the whole week so I was at our local store stacking up on them. While grabbing a 6 pack I felt a tap on my shoulder as I turned, there was Mrs. K in her black yoga pants and a skin tight white Tee saying “look whose all grown up buying beer”. I just froze for a second, thinking I am done since my parents are super anti-drinking. She sensed that and chuckled “it’s fine, what’s up with you?” We spoke for a couple of minutes there and I told her that my parents were out of town for a couple of days. We said our goodbyes and left.
**THE DAY:**
From the moment I returned I was hogging on alcohol non stop. At around 8, there was a ring at the door I had ordered some pizza as I opened the door there was Mrs. K. right there and while I was out of my mind I could see she was a very subtly groomed up she was wearing a tight white crop top and my sloshed ass could only focus on her two vectors poking right at me.
She asked “Can I come in?”, I said “sure”.
She told me that she wanted to borrow the hand blender as she was baking something and hers broke down. I told her I am not sure where it is, and if she’ll help me find it. So we went to the kitchen and all my drunk ass could see was her beautiful perfect onion ass.
Bell rang again and it was the pizza guy, I received it and asked her if she have had dinner and she said no. I invited her to share that ‘za and to my surprise she gladly accepted.
Now with all the liquid in me I was having 10 thoughts a second, but tried to keep it calm. Up until this point we had had a couple of beers ans conversation was going great, and then she said “You know I divorced Kris, I just couldn’t handle it he was continuously…” she paused. I kept my beer at the table and with all the liquid courage held her hand and said “I am really sorry you had to go through this, you only deserve the best nothing else” and immediately thinking “excuse me wtff…” She stared at me for with her big almost teary eyes, lept in to kiss me. She was running the whole game, guiding me through her body and after only second my hands were inside her top caressing those big breasts. We made out for a while when she slid her hands to unbutton my shorts, got to her knees and started her magic.
I am not literarily equipped to explain what was happening but after only a min(I very well might be exaggerating here) I came directly on her face. Coming back to my senses, I apologised to her going somewhere like “I don’t… I am sor…”. She looked at me and said “Shhhh… No need, how long did you say your parents are out of town for?” I could not construct a coherent sentence and just sat there. She got up, cleaned and left saying “let’s catch-up again!”.
This post has already gone for too long now, but that week was the wildest week of my life. BTW she did give me a call the next night… ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ju1jfi/mf_i_m19_got_a_blowjob_from_my_recently_divorced
Please continue with the story and don’t leave out any details! Thanks for sharing.
Lucky bastard
You could only study engineering to define them as “vectors” ????
Where if you were a soldier they could be bombs…for a baker loaves…and so on, you get the picture!
Oh this story wasn’t long enough! Do write more detailed adventures about you and Mrs. K.
Its a crime that the Story ended right there….
Damn… the ending … more ?
You should be a writer for telenovelas. Such a cliffhanger but still well written and really really good.
…you know what the crazy thing is? If she had already had thoughts about you, then when you said your parents weren’t home (just to explain your booze), she might have taken it as you dropping hints to *her.* She may honestly think you made the first move.
..and then… Where is part 2?