"Sweaty" Part 1

"Sweaty"

by Julius

Copyright 2005

Mitzi rang the bell. Nobody answered, so she opened

the screen door and rapped with her knuckles. The door

swung open a couple of inches. Blowing a drop of sweat

off the tip of her nose she decided this must be the

hottest of her forty-eight summers. Voices, she was

sure she could hear voices. God but it was hot, even

in the shade of the house. Perspiration prickled in

her armpits. She felt a trickle working its way down

her spine, headed for her shorts.

She pushed the door open, stuck her head into the

kitchen and called. Ahead of her, the stairs down into

the basement beckoned. Again the sound of voices,

probably a TV. Damn it, she needed a hand with the

mower. She crossed to the top of the stairs and moved

cautiously down the first three. It sounded as if

someone was having sex.

She let curiosity draw her down the stairs. The door

at the bottom was open a little and she peeped through

the crack. Well, someone was having sex, but it was on

the TV. Across the rec. room a large screen showed a

big-breasted blonde astride a man. The girl was having

a wonderful time and being quite vocal about it.

On the sofa, with his back to her, was young Matthew.

Mitzi forgot about the picture on the screen and

looked down at the gorgeous cock. His shorts were

round his knees and he was stroking himself. Mitzi

felt her body tense as hunger blossomed in the pit of

her stomach. Her hand slid slowly, down into her

shorts. All she could do was stand silently and watch,

while her arousal mounted.

He seemed in no hurry to reach orgasm. He paused from

time to time and she guessed he must be deliberately

pacing himself. She watched, chewing her lip. He

released his penis and reached for the hand cream

dispenser on the arm of the sofa. He pumped out a

generous helping along his cock. She almost groaned

aloud as he grabbed himself again. Mitzi could

actually hear the wet, licking sound of the cream

being squeezed between his cock and his fingers.

She yearned to get closer. To touch, feel the heat and

hardness of that lovely thing for herself. The stalled

lawnmower on the front lawn, her need for a shower,

her thirst; all were pushed out of her mind by the

sight of Matthew's cock.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and

her wrist hit the door handle, making it rattle.

Matthew was all hands and arms as he grabbed a cushion

to cover himself. Then he tried to find the remote. He

craned his neck to look round at the door. When he saw

it was her, his face flushed scarlet and he started to

apologise.

She smiled and told him to hush, "It's your house, I

shouldn't even be creeping down here."

"But ...," he stammered, "this is so ..."

She gave a little laugh, "Don't be embarrassed,

everybody does it," she paused, "I do it."

"What, you mean ?" he gestured at the cushion.

"Of course." She moved into the room and round the

sofa to stand in front of him. He'd grown into a

handsome young man she thought. Eighteen just last

week, the party had been a noisy affair.

Mitzi was fascinated by the thought of what was under

the cushion. Before she realised it, she was on her

knees in front of him. Matthew sat frozen, not knowing

what to do.

Gently, slowly, she eased the cushion from under his

hands. He made no attempt to stop her. His erection

was gone and his penis lay soft between his thighs.

She reached out slowly to touch him, "I think I may

have scared it."

It was so soft. The smell of the hand cream came to

her. She glanced up at him, his eyes were on her hand.

His cock began to stiffen and he shifted his hips.

"How does that feel?" she asked him.

"Wonderful," he said softly, then asked, "should we be

doing this?"

"Why ever not?" Mitzi could no more have stopped then,

than she could have flown. Spasms flickered through

her body. Her whole being seemed to tremble. The

sight, the feel of Matthew's cock was doing wonderful

things to her. She felt a sudden contraction between

her legs. A warmth blossomed in her chest and throat.

Matthew's cock seemed to grow forever in her hands and

her hunger grew with it. It was too long since she'd

had a real one to play with.

"Some cream," she said, holding out her hand and

gesturing towards the bottle.

Matthew got the bottle and pumped two squirts into her

palm. He sucked air through his teeth as she wrapped

hand and the cold cream around his cock.

Mitzi lay her cheek on his thigh and watched herself

pumping his big cock, "When's your dad due home?"

"Not till late tonight, I gotta pick him up from the

airport."

Mitzi wondered about having this cock to play with for

the next few hours. Her pussy spasmed. Matthew began

to squirm on the sofa.

"Stop, stop," he begged her, his body going rigid.

Mitzi released his cock and waited as he came down

from near-orgasm. After a little while he grinned at

her, "That was close."

She slipped her hand gently around him again, "Why did

you stop me?"

"It's too wonderful to end just yet," he nodded

towards the TV‘s blank screen, "usually I try to last

'til the end of the film."

Mitzi’s eyebrows went up, "That's what you were doing

when I came by?" Matthew nodded. "That's a lot of self

control. You're going to make a wonderful lover."

"Really?" he said, grinning happily.

She wasn't sure she could wait. This wasn't her

vibrator she was playing with. She got to her feet and

shimmied her shorts down. Mitzi wore no underwear and

she heard his intake of breath as he caught sight of

her nakedness. She took his hand and guided it between

her legs, "Feel how wet I am?"

He nodded.

"You and your beautiful cock did that."

She knelt again, her shorts around her ankles. She

reached for his cock. If Matthew could wait a while,

so could she.

"I’ve got some condoms. My dad gives them to me," he

said in an embarrassed rush.

She stroked his cock slowly, it wept a precum tear.

"Don't you think I'm too old to have sex with?" she

teased,

"You're beautiful," he said.

"Maybe you’d better go get a condom then."

Matthew got up and headed upstairs, his cock waving

proudly.

She picked up the remote and pressed 'play'. The

blonde was still riding her beau with great

enthusiasm. The girl had big round tits. Mitzi’s were

just as big but hers were more governed by gravity.

She wondered if young Matthew would like them.

He returned and sat down. He still had his erection,

weren't young men wonderful?

His eyes flicked from her to the screen and back to

her breasts. She grabbed the remote, turning the TV

off again.

Mitzi noticed the sheen of sweat on Matthew's face. It

was hot, even here in the basement. She could smell

the earthy scent of her own body. Sweat trickled from

her left armpit, to soak into the fabric of her bikini

top. She glanced down, her breasts glistened, there

were beads of sweat in her cleavage. Bits of grass

clung to her skin

"I'm a mess," she said, "need a shower." She let go of

Matthew's cock.

"Don't go," he said, "don't stop what you're doing."

There was a pleading note to his voice. The condom was

in his hand, still in its wrapper. She didn't want to

move one inch away from that erection.

"Well, if you don't mind your women sweaty ...," she

moved her free hand and slipped her fingers down

between her breasts.

"Could I ..., " he paused, staring into her eyes.

"Could you what Matthew?"

"Could I ...," he breathed deeply, "could I put my

cock between your boobs?"

"Call them breasts Matthew, please call them breasts.

Yes I'd love your cock between them."

She let go of his penis and reached behind her for the

fastening of the bra.

She glanced up to watch his reaction. Her eye caught a

movement and she gasped. Behind Matthew, in the

doorway was a girl, staring at them.

Mitzi froze. The girl grinned down at her and said,

"You must be Matthew's mom, this is so cool."

Cont'd .................