Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2004 23:15:23 GMT
From: tonywill99@netzero.com
Subject: A Crush on Mrs. Wilson

     I've had a crush on Mrs. Wilson for as long as I can remember.  She
lives just down the road from us in a nice big rambling mock-Tudor house
with a long driveway.  She's a film star.
     Well, perhaps not a star.  A successful actress who appears in a lot
of television stuff, mostly soap operas, would describe her better.  I was
in awe of her.  She always seemed so poised and elegant on those too rare
occasions when I would bump into her at the supermarket or the hair salon.
     She knew me, of course, knew that I existed and even knew my name,
which is Camilla.  I'm twelve, in the sixth grade.  Sometimes I would hang
around her house on one pretext or another in hopes of catching a glimpse
of her.  She was in her early thirties, quite petite, no taller than I, and
slender, always expensively and tastefully dressed.  I want to be an
actress when I grow up.
     I was amazed one afternoon when my mother said that Mrs. Wilson had
phoned, asking if I would babysit for her.  I knew she was a single Mom,
with a three year old boy, and I was surprised that she considered me old
enough to take on the responsibility.  My Mom said I was to go to
Mrs. Wilson's house at seven that evening.  I immediately started worrying
about what I should wear.  After a lot of nail biting, I settled on a
simple blue cotton sun-dress and sandals.  I wanted to put on make-up, but
my Mom doesn't allow it.
     At seven o'clock, I rang Mrs. Wilson's door bell, feeling nervous.  My
heart was racing as the door opened and there she was, dressed in a short
silk robe, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, a big welcoming smile
on her face.
     "Come in, Camilla.  You're a bit early."
     "My Mom said seven o'clock, Mrs. Wilson."
     "Oh, call me Anita, please.  There's no need to be so formal.  We're
friends, aren't we?  I think your Mom got it mixed up.  I said eight
o'clock.  Never mind.  I'm glad of your company.  Come upstairs and talk
with me while I get ready to go out."
     Upstairs, we peeped into the baby's room, and stood watching him as he
slept.  "I don't think he'll wake up," she said.  "If you have any
problems, you can call me on my cell phone."  She took me by the hand and
led me into her bedroom.  "I need to shower," she said.  "So what grade are
you in now.  Sixth, my you're really growing up.  How are your grades.
A's?  Excellent, keep it up."
     I sat down on the end of her bed as she looked at herself in the
dressing-table mirror.  I felt kind of tongue-tied, not knowing what to say
as she prattled on.  Without warning, she undid the belt of her robe and
let it fall.  I gasped.  Wearing just a pair of white bikini briefs, she
looked stunning.  Her breasts were small, not drooping at all, utterly
perfect.  My heart started to race again, and I felt myself blushing.
     "I gotta pee," she said and walked into the adjoining bathroom.
Looking at me through the doorway, she pulled down her panties, stepped out
of them and sat down on the toilet.  "Come in here," she said.  "I can't
hear you out there."
     I stood in the bathroom in front of her, listening to the sound of her
pee tinkling in the bowl.  She was not in the least embarrassed, sitting
with her legs apart, revealing her pussy, which was shaved completely bald.
I was still blushing.  "Don't be shy," she said, "You've seen a girl taking
a pee before, haven't you?"
     "Not lately," I said.
     She stood up and stepped into the shower stall.  The door was made of
clear glass, and I watched her as she soaped herself all over, and when she
lathered her crotch and butt-crack, I felt myself getting all wet between
my legs.
     She came out of the shower and toweled herself off.  We went back into
the bedroom and I sat back down on the end of the bed.
     "Now, what to wear," she pondered, then opened a dresser drawer and
pulled out a pair of stockings.  She sat in the chair by the dressing table
and pulled the stockings on, smoothing them up her legs, giving me a nice
clear view of her pussy lips, pinkish-brown.  Then she rubbed her hand over
her mound and said, "I'm getting stubbly.  I should shave."  She took an
electric razor, spread her legs and began to shave her pubic area.  "Do you
shave down there?" she asked me.  My gaze was riveted to her crotch and I
could feel myself blushing again.
     "I don't really have enough hair to bother about," I said.
     From another drawer she took a garter belt, fastened it round her
waist and hooked the garters up to her stockings.  Then she put on a lacy
white bra, that only just covered her big brown nipples.  Turning to face
the mirror, she said, "I look pretty sexy, don't you think."  She turned to
face me for inspection, and I had to agree.
     "Oh, yes," I said.  "I think you're beautiful, Anita."
     "Now the panties," she said, rummaging in another drawer, and pulling
out a pair of pale blue tap-pants.  She held them up to her body, looked at
her image in the mirror, then stepped into them.  They looked like a pair
of jogging shorts, but flimsier, quite sheer with a lacey edge and a slit
up each side.  As she moved, from time to time it was possible to see her
pussy up the leg.
     "They look fabulous," I ventured.
     From the closet, she selected an expensive looking silk dress that
must have cost a thousand dollars and laid it on the bed beside me.  At
that moment, her cell phone, in her purse, started to ring.  She flipped it
open and spoke.
     "Hello...yes...really?...now you tell me!...you left it a bit late,
didn't you?...another night?  I don't think so!"  She abruptly snapped the
phone shut and dropped it back into her purse.
     "Son of a bitch!"
     "What's up?" I asked.
     "My date just cancelled on me.  Said that something just came up.
Well fuck him.  He's history."
     "Bummer," I said.  "So I guess you don't need me to babysit, then."
     "Oh, honey, don't go.  I don't want to spend the evening here alone.
I can cook something and we can have a candle-light dinner here.  And don't
worry, you'll still get your babysitting fee."
     "I already ate," I said, reluctantly.
     "But I'm sure you could still eat dessert, and have a glass of wine."
     "My Mom would freak if I drank wine."
     "Then we won't tell her, will we.  It'll be our secret."
     "O.K.  Thank you, I'd like that."
     She picked up the dress from the bed.  "I guess we won't need this
now," she said and put it back on its hanger in the closet.  "What to wear
now? Hmm."
     "You look perfect just as you are," I said, hardly believing that I
was saying it.
     "You're right.  I'll tell you what, let's have an underwear party.
Just you and me, in our undies, having dinner together.  It'll be fun,
you'll see."
     "I've only got the white cotton panties I wear to school, and a plain
bra," I said.  "They don't look very sexy."
     "Let me be the judge of that.  Let's have that dress off you."
     I stood up, and she lifted my dress over my head.  I was blushing
again as she stood back and looked at me.  "Wow, you've really grown.  It
just seems like a few weeks ago you were a scrawny flat-chested girl.  Now
you're becoming a woman.  Let me unhook your bra."  She stepped up close to
me, put her arms under mine and unhooked it.  Instead of stepping back, she
took me in her arms and held me close.  "You're so pretty," she said.  "I
could eat you."
     My head was spinning and my tummy churning, as I put my arms around
her and squeezed.  "Anita, I think I'm in love with you."
     She kissed me gently on the lips.  "I've always known you had a crush
on me," she said.  "I've been waiting all this time for you to grow up.
You were such a beautiful child and I knew that one day I'd want to make
love to you."  Again, her lips met mine, and I felt her tongue gently probe
its way into my mouth.  I was in heaven, dizzy with joy, almost fainting
with ecstasy.  Eventually, she came up for air, held me at arm's length and
looked at me.  My bra fell to the floor.  I felt embarrassed about my small
tits, but Anita seemed to be fascinated by them.  "You look gorgeous in
just your panties," she said.  "There's nothing wrong with white cotton.
Panties don't have to come from Victoria's Secret to be sexy."  She bent
forward and kissed both my nipples, which immediately sprang to attention.
Then she dropped to her knees and pulled my panties down.  I could tell
that the crotch was wet.  She placed a gentle kiss on the light fuzz on my
mound, then stood up and went over to the dresser.  Extracting a pair of
stockings, she sat me on the bed, knelt down between my legs and put the
stockings on, one at a time, smoothing them up my legs as she had done her
own.  Her hands traveled right up to the top of my thighs, and again, I was
a-tremble with excitement.  "I know just the thing for you to wear".
     Back at the dresser, she pulled out a short corset, with long garters.
As I stood up, she stepped behind me and fastened it around my waist.  The
top pushed up my breasts, leaving my nipples exposed and the bottom only
just covered my navel.  Kneeling down again, she fastened the garters to
the stockings then stood up and walked me over to the mirror.  Standing
there, the whole of my lower body exposed to her gaze, I felt so
wonderfully vulnerable, and lewdly lascivious at the same time.
     "Look at us!  Aren't we sexy.  Two gorgeous girls in our undies.  Now
let's find a pair of panties for you."
     "Do you have any more like the one's you're wearing?" I asked.
     "Mmm, no.  But, tell you what, let's put these on you."  She pulled
them off and held them for me to step into, then pulled them up on me,
stepping back to inspect me.
     "You know, I think they kind of ruin the effect of the corset," she
said.  You looked sexier without them.  Let's get them off."
     With my pussy exposed once again, she sat me down on the bed and
picked up her electric razor.  "I want to shave you," she said.  "Do you
mind?"
     I wasn't sure that I wanted to be bald, but at the same time, I wanted
to please her.
     "Go ahead," I said, opening my legs.  "I'm ready for anything."  I lay
back and closed my eyes.
     Protecting my labia and clit with her fingers, within a few minutes,
she had all my pubic hair shaved off.  Feeling her touch me, seeing her
face just inches from my cunt made my juices flow even more.  I could smell
my own sex, which usually turns me on, and it didn't seem to bother her.
Then she blew away a few stray clippings and ran her hand all over my
pussy.
     "Mmm, nice and smooth.  There, isn't that better.  You know, you have
a really sexy pussy.  I want to kiss it."
     "Oh, yes please."  She put her lips to the lips of my cunt and gently
pushed her tongue into my vulva.  Then she dragged her tongue up until she
reached my clit, which she pulled into her mouth with a hard suck.  I
gasped as a thrill ran through me, spreading out from my cunt, through my
body and out to my limbs.  She sucked my clit in and out of her lips
rapidly.  It was the most amazing sensation I'd ever had, almost as though
I had a little dick and was fucking her mouth.
     Releasing me, she said, "You taste so good!  I've wanted to do that
for so long, ever since I first saw you as a little girl.  I'm so glad
you're all grown up now."
     "Can I taste you?" I asked.
     "Oh, yes, yes, yes!  Please, do whatever you want to me.  I'm all
yours, my darling."  She flopped on to the bed and spread her lovely legs
and I dived between them, clamping my mouth to her cunt, and licking her
moisture as fast as I could.  I imitated her sucking action on her clit and
heard her moan with pleasure.  I was in heaven, buried between the thighs
of the woman I had loved for as long as I could remember.  I could have
stayed there all night, just licking and sucking and fucking her cunt with
my tongue, but eventually she pulled my head away, and pulled my up until I
was lying beside her.  "I want to taste myself on your lips," she said.
"If I taste half as good as you do, it'll be pretty good."  She kissed my
lips, my cheeks, my nose, my chin, all of which were smeared with her love
juice.  "Yummy," she said.  "Did you like eating my pussy?"
     "It was heavenly," I said.  "I do love you so much.  I want to eat you
every night forever."
     "Kiss my breasts," she commanded and I bent my head and pulled a
shoulder strap aside, pulled her bra down and took one of her nipples in my
mouth, nibbling with my teeth.  I heard her take in a sharp breath.
     "Did I hurt you?" I asked.
     "No, no, keep going.  Bite the other one.  I want you to hurt me."
     I nervously teethed her other nipple until she said, "Harder, just a
little harder.  Ohh, just like that!  That's perfect!  Oh, my darling,
you're driving me crazy!  Let me do it to you."
     The feel of her lips on my breast and her teeth biting gently at my
hard nipple was a brand new experience for me, almost as nice as having my
clit sucked, but different.  She moved from one side to the other, driving
me wild and I could feel and smell the juices flowing from my pussy.
     "Oh, Anita, I love you so much.  I want you to fuck me.  Put your
fingers in me."
     Abandoning my tits, she reversed herself on the bed until we were head
to tail, and put two fingers into my cunt.  Rapidly pushing them in and
out, she allowed her thumb to brush my clit.  Her face was right down
between my legs and I could hear her breathing through her nose, inhaling
the fragrance of my sex.  I buried my face between her legs and thrust my
tongue up her cunt as far as I could stretch it.  With a finger on each
side of her swollen clit, I rubbed my hand up and down as she moaned with
ecstasy.
     "Fuck me with your fingers," she called.  "Stick them right up me."
     I inserted two fingers and pushed them in up to the knuckle.
     "More, more," she groaned. "Shove your whole fucking hand in there.
Fuck me!"  I bunched my hand, my thumb in my palm and pushed it in.  She
was so wet, I didn't need any lubricant.  "Push, push!" she yelled.  "Fuck
me with your fist!"  Suddenly, my hand slid all the way in.  "Oh yes!  Ram
that fist up me!"  I made a fucking motion with my arm, amazed at how far
it went in, well past my wrist.  She was thashing around, yelling
obscenities.
     "Oh, shit, I'm cumming!" she yelled.  "Fuck me, Camilla!  Oh Jesus!
Yes, yes! Oooohhhh!  Mmmmm!"  Her whole body convulsed, then she lay still,
her breath heaving.  I extracted my hand from her cunt, and licked all the
juice off it.  She tasted marvelous.  I looked at her hands, and they were
no bigger than mine.  Surely one would fit up me.
     "You just gave me the best orgasm of my life, you little slut," she
said with a smile.  Her use of the word 'slut' gave me a thrill.  I wanted
to be her sex slave, her willing whore, ready for anything she could give
me.
     "I have a nice double-ended dildo somewhere," she said.  As soon as I
find it, I'm going to fuck you to death."
     "What a lovely way to die."
     "I love you, my darling Camilla.  No-one has ever made me feel like
this.  There's all sorts of naughty things I want to do to you."
     "I'm all yours, do anything you want to me."
     "To start with, I'm going to tie you up."
     I never did get to eat dessert or drink a glass of wine.  Not that I'm
complaining.

                                     THE END


   Here is a list of my stories, mostly gay male and bisexual, and where to
find them:

"White Briefs" series;  Gay male, encounters, Jan 28, 04
"My Teenage Angel";   Gay male, adult/youth, Sept 6, 03
"Old Enough to Drink?"  Gay male, adult/youth, Oct 31, 03
"My Wife and the Neighbor"; Bisexual, encounters, Oct 25, 03
"Three Way Piss Party"; Bisexual, urination, Sept 1, 03
"Yellow Hanky"; Gay male, urination, Sept 2, 03
"Hard on the Wind"; Gay male, adult/youth, Dec 8, 03
"Leon";  Gay male, beginnings, Feb 14, 04 and Gay male, interracial, Feb 4, 04
"Drinking Hers and His"; Bisexual, urination Feb 8, 04
"The Making of a Pervert"; Bisexual, adult/youth Feb 24, 04
"Teaching Little Amy"; Bisexual, adult/youth Mar 7, 04

Enjoy, and feel free to email me.  Your responses are appreciated.

Tony.