3 comments/ 119164 views/ 3 favorites Miss Miller Ch. 01 By: Kirk482002 *Note – This is a work of fiction. Miss Miller worked for the same retailer I did when I first went to work at age 16. She was a middle aged, average looking office clerk, while I was a stock person. I said hello a few times to her, as she came in to the store and headed to the office. By the time I was 18, I was trusted enough to open and close the store as well as being trained to run it. By then, Miss Miller was doing her office work from her mother’s home. Her mother had become bedridden and needed her daughter’s constant care. She very rarely went out of her house, so it became my job to take her to work and pick up the finished product. I always did it at the end of my shift so the amount of time I spent away from the store wasn’t an issue. Miss Miller had no children and was not married, why I do not know. Whenever I came to her mother’s house, she would cheerfully greet me and offer me a soda or some snacks. I never saw her in a bad mood. She would pump me for the latest gossip in the store, and tell me any, if she had some. After a short period of time, I found myself looking forward to seeing her. No matter how bad my day was, she could always cheer me up. By that Christmas, Miss Miller’s mother had passed away, and she inherited the house. The office in the store had been redone and they had made no provision for Miss Miller to return. She had sold her car for cash, so I became the person to bring her work and schlep her around. The owner decided to allow her to continue to work from home. Once a week, I would bring a huge box of manufacturer’s coupons to her, besides the bookwork. They needed to be sorted by brand and then by product, totaled and sealed in an envelope to be returned for redemption, to each manufacturer. I had never done it before, but I could tell it was a Herculean task. One day, I showed up with two boxes. That was the closest I ever came to seeing the smile leave her face. After offering me the usual, and my declining, I started to say goodbye. “Ben, do you think I could talk you into coming over here tomorrow, to help me with these? The boss always wants these in the mail on Monday morning and I just don’t think I can do by myself, this week. I’ll order lunch or dinner. Whatever you want,” she said, almost in a begging tone. “If you’ll let me watch the football games,” I said. “Whatever, I just need the help.” “What time?” “Anytime after 10:00,” she said. “Okay, Miss Miller, I’ll see you after 10:00.” It was playoff time, and I had no intentions of missing any games. Around 10:30 Saturday morning, I knocked on Miss Miller’s door. “Ah, Ben, great!” she said, as she opened the door. “Hi, Miss Miller,” I said as I entered. “Hey Ben, I know your just trying to be polite, but you’re an adult now. Call me Dawn,” “Are you sure?” I asked. “I’m not that much older than you. I’m 39 and young at heart,” she said in her upbeat attitude. “Okay. What do I have to do?” She showed me what she had started. Separate piles for different manufacturers. We finished it in two hours. “That wasn’t so hard,” I said. “Whoa, sport!” she laughed. “That was the easy part.” She was right. We now had to sort each master pile by individual products and provide copies of invoices to prove we had bought enough product to cover the number of coupons we were redeeming. She turned on the first game for me as we went to work on the first pile. It was in the third quarter by the time we finished it. By the time we finished the second pile, the second game was at half time. “Sorry I talked you into this?” asked Dawn. “No, it’s just that my back is starting to ache from bending over the tables here,” I said, as I rubbed my lower back. “Hang in there,” she said, like a pep talk. We finished the next two piles by the time the second game was over. There were three left. “If you help me with the largest pile there, I’ll order anything you want and get you a beer,” she said, “I’ll do the last two tomorrow, myself.” “Let’s do it,” I said, as I attacked the big pile. We finished at 8:45. My back really hurt. “Okay, Ben, what do you want?” beamed Dawn. “I think I just want to go home,” I said, as I tried to straighten up. “Oh no you don’t,” she said, wagging a finger at me. “I told you that I was ordering for you and I mean it.” “How about pizza?” “I’d order live lobster for you and you want pizza?” “Okay, give me a second,” I said, as she tapped her foot. “How about seafood?” “Oh, great idea! Seafood Jerry’s makes a great dungenous crab leg dinner with all the trimmings and delivers. All you have to do is boil the legs so they’re fresh. Sound good?” she asked, excitedly. “Absolutely,” I replied. She went into kitchen to make the call. When she returned, she was carrying two Miller beers. I looked at her and she said, “No relation. If I was, I wouldn’t be sorting coupons!” I took a few sips and set it down. I moved around the sofa a bit, trying to relieve the pain in my back. “Back still hurt?” asked Dawn. “Yeah, it’s just more of an annoyance than real pain,” I said as I continued moving around. “Lay down on your stomach,” said Dawn. “I used to be chiropractic assistant.” I laid down on my belly, and she started to work on my back. I’ve got to admit, she had my back feeling great in a short period of time. “Feel better?” she said as she patted my back. “Yeah, thanks, Dawn,” I said as I sat back up. “These fingers can work wonders,” she said, wiggling them in my face. “Well, they did with my back,” I replied. I finished my beer and the food arrived. Dawn took the crab legs out to the kitchen and dropped them in a large pot of water she already had boiling. She opened the fridge and pulled out two more beers. “Beer and sea food, a new food group,” she said tapping her beer with my own. As she set the table and laid out the fixings, I looked at Dawn with fresh eyes. Yes, she was middle aged. To an 18 year old, middle age meant Mom. Still, Dawn had some nice qualities. She had green eyes, dark blond curly hair that barely touched her shoulders, some middle age spread around the caboose, and larger then average breasts. She caught me looking at those breasts. “What, did I get something on me?” she said, as she looked down and brushed the front of her sweatshirt. “I thought you did,” I lied. “There you got it.” “Thanks,” she said as she plated the legs. We devoured the dinner and went back to the living room. “Do you want to watch TV, Ben?” she asked hopefully. “I think it’s getting late,” I said, looking at the time. “Today’s Saturday. You don’t have to go back to work until Monday. If you get tired, I have three unoccupied rooms that you can use to crash. Plus I have a whole case of untouched beer out there.” I lived by myself in a small apartment, so I wasn’t hurting anyone by failing to go home. She really looked like she wanted company. I guess with her mother gone, she was getting lonely. “Alright,” I said, and she looked like she was going to clap. She sat down next to me, turned on the TV and found some kind of “fright night” movie. As each gory scene came and went, Dawn moved closer and closer to me. By the time the second movie came on, she had her arm wrapped around my head and was crushing her face in my chest each time a monster came on the screen. “Why do you watch these things if they scare you so much?” I asked. “These movies are great,” she said. “They’re even better at a drive-in. You can hear all the girls screaming from all the cars,” she said giggling and hiding her face. A commercial came on. “I’ll be back in a moment,” she said, as she headed to the bathroom. I got up and got two more beers. If she didn’t want hers I would be more than happy to drink it for her. I took off my shoes and sweater and sat back down on the sofa. “Oh, good, you got me another one,” she said as she opened her beer. “I’m glad to see you finally decided to stay a while.” She had changed into a robe and a pair of fuzzy slippers with bunny heads on top. I had no clue as to what was under that robe, but she was showing some major cleavage down the middle. Again. I had trouble keeping my eyes north. She went to the kitchen and got two more beers. “It will save a run,” she said, as she stood in front of me and handed me the beer. My face was 2 feet from the exposed portion of her breasts. I looked away as if I were trying to watch the TV, and she plopped herself back down as close as she could to me. The commercial ended and again a monster appeared and Dawn grabbed my left arm as she hid her face in my neck. Her breasts were straddling my arm. “No bra,” I thought. When she started to watch the movie again, I took that straddled arm and put it around her. She immediately snuggled herself next to me, mashing her large breasts into my side. Her robe had opened enough for me to see all the way down past her breasts to her abdomen below. The bottom of her robe had parted enough for me to tell that, if she were wearing anything under it, it could only be skimpy panties. We finished our beers and opened the ones she brought out. “See, saved a trip,” she said as she tried to snuggle herself right through me. I had no idea what was going through her mind. Was she just truly happy to have a friend there, or was she trying to seduce me? I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and I definitely didn’t want any rumors going back to the store, so I ignored her mashing breasts and roaming hand. Unfortunately, my 18 year old male appendage had it’s own mind. It was getting very hard from her constant attention to me. Another commercial came on. I excused myself to the bathroom. When I came out, she had four more beers and had pretty much let her robe open to the point that it was barely covering her nipples and privates. She motioned for me to sit first, and plopped herself on my lap, as she opened both our beers. “Oh, what’s this,” she said, as she wiggled her ass on my manhood. “Okay,” I said, as I forced my way to my feet, almost spilling her on the floor. “Time for me to leave.” “No wait! I’m sorry, Ben,” she said, as she retied her robe, and grabbed my arm to stop me. “I didn’t mean anything by it. It was the beer talking. I really like you and don’t want this to come between us. Okay? Please? Stay a while longer. I’ll be good. Please?” she said, ready to cry. I saw the tears ready to flow. I sighed and sat back down on the sofa. She sat back down next to me, but not as close as before. She drank her beer and I gulped mine. She opened another for me. “I’m tired of being alone. I need to get to know someone first before I let myself feel comfortable. I’m comfortable with you. I’m sorry,” she said, as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Come on, Dawn,” I said, wiping away the tear. “It was unexpected. I’m usually the one to make the first move, like the old arm around the shoulder and grab a boob,” I said as I mimicked squeezing a boob with my hand in her face. “That’s second base. You went right for third base, probably leading to home base later.” She chuckled a little when I had my hand squeezing the air. “I’m sorry. Like I said, it’s the beer taking hold, and the fact that I’ve been celibate for almost ten years now.” “Ten years,” I said. She nodded her head. “Ten years ago, I was still drawing with crayons,” I said, trying to get her to laugh. It worked. She giggled and gave me a hug. We chugged our beer, and had a belching contest. Dawn was really pretty cool. We found some really bad movie on one of the UHF stations and we took turns taunting it. As we had our fun, Dawn had moved a little closer again. This time, I felt it was simply to be nearer to me. I had my arm around her, and during one of the badly acted love scenes, I reached around and grabbed a boob. She slowly turned her head and looked at me. “Second base,” I said. She opened the top of her robe for me, and showed me her middle-aged double D-cup breasts. They were soft and full with large nipples that were quickly becoming erect. “They’re all yours,” she purred. I had had a few girlfriends that let me play with their boobs before. Most of them had A or B cups that varied in firmness. I never felt the softness that these two boobs had. She was looking at me with a grin on her face. When I looked at her, the grin turned into a wide smile. “I forgot what it was like to be 18,” she said. “You have to do things in order. Kind of like a ritual,” she said as she smiled at me. Meanwhile, my 18-year-old cock was awake and struggling to free itself. I shifted in my seat. “Something wrong?” she asked, as she moved closer to my face with her own. She looked into my eyes and closed her mouth over mine. I’ve French kissed a few times. She wasn’t playing with my tongue; she was making love to my tongue. She swirled and sucked on me. Her hand found it’s way behind my head, as she continued her ten-year overdue assault on my mouth. She broke the kiss, and asked me, “Do you like them?” crushing my hand into her breasts. “Yes,” I managed with my voice breaking. “This is third base,” she said, covering my mouth again, grabbing my free arm, and moving my hand to her womanhood. I had only done that once before. Dawn was very hairy, (this was the ‘70s) and very wet. I found the opening and ran my finger along it. She almost bit my tongue. She blasted me with air from her nostrils, as I twiddled her clit. She held a lock on my mouth with hers. She shifted in her seat to allow me better access to her womanhood, (which would have been great if I knew what I was doing). I just twiddled and moved my fingers around based on the way she reacted. Soon she broke the kiss and whispered into my ear that she was cumming. Her grip on me became like a vise, and her body shook as she sounded like she was crying in my ear. I withdrew my hand and gave her a hug. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Oh yeah,” she said, as she kind of giggled and shook the hair out of her face. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “I’ve been waiting ten years for that,” she said. “I’m glad it was you.” “Glad I could help,” I said like I was talking to a customer. She covered her mouth and started to laugh. “Oh my God!” she said through her hand. “I can’t believe what we just did!” she said as she buried her head and hand in my chest, laughing herself silly. She looked back up at me a second and I gave her the ‘What?’ look. She almost fell off the sofa, laughing. The beer really had kicked in now. “Maybe we should put you in bed before you hurt yourself,” I said as I stood up. She stopped giggling long enough to say, “Only if you come with me.” “I think I’ll take a rain check on that,” I said, walking her to her bedroom. “No, no, no, I don’t want you to leave,” she whined. “I’ll be in the next room,” I said as she tumbled into her bed. I covered her and tucked her in. “Promise me you’ll be here in the morning,” she implored me. “I’ll be right next door,” I said, as I closed her door. I started to strip to my boxers and wondered if I was doing the right thing by staying. I wasn’t really sure if the beer tonight fueled the whole incident, or she truly was lonely and liked me. I hoped that she wasn’t going to brain me in the morning. I found myself really liking her more than just a friend. I wrestled with the idea of leaving before she got up. I decided to accept whatever happened in the morning. I laid down, closed my eyes and dreamed of Dawn. I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. “I still have my brains,” I thought to myself. I dressed and checked the time. It was 11:15. I headed out to the kitchen. Dawn was in her robe and bunny heads and cooking up a storm. Without asking, she filled a mug of coffee and plopped it down on the table in front of me. She didn’t look at me and didn’t say anything. “Oh, great,” I thought. She filled two plates with eggs, bacon and toast and set them down on the table. She sat down and so did I. “Ben,” she started, “I want to thank you very much for all the help you gave me on the coupons yesterday. I’ll have the remainder done this afternoon. I couldn’t have done it without you.” “Your welcome,” I said, feeling very relieved that she was talking to me, even though she wasn’t looking at me. “I need to know something, Ben,” she said, seriously. I just looked at my plate. “Are things going to get weird between us, now?” she asked, finally looking at me. “Should they be?” I answered, looking back at her. “I meant what I said last night. I feel comfortable around you. I like you very much, maybe too much. You’ve been nothing but good to me. I know that things got out of hand last night, but I’m not sorry. If you want to act like nothing happened, I’ll understand,” she said as her eyes turned down to her plate. I played with my food as I thought of something to say. She liked me. She wasn’t mad at me. She was happy about last night. She’s a good person, and always cheers me up. She owned her own home, and had a good job. She was cute for her age, had a nice body, caboose and all, and made a damn good breakfast. I hadn’t dated any other girl that could meet all these qualifications. I came to the realization, that I did indeed like Dawn. In fact, I liked her a lot. I didn’t want things to get weird. I wanted to develop our relationship. “Actually, I was hoping that things might start heating up,” I said. A smile formed on her face. She covered her mouth as she started to giggle and her eyes watered up. She sniffled, wiped away the tears and looked up at me. “Me too,” she whispered, reaching across the table and taking my hands into hers. “Me too.” I decided to stay and help her with the rest of the coupons, as long as she let me watch the other two playoff games. We finished them before the second game started. “Well. Are you going to go home, or stay and watch the second game,” she asked. “I kind of need a change of clothes,” I said. “You mean you don’t have any clothes in your trunk for just such an emergency?” she asked, truly shocked. “Now that you mention it, I do.” I said, as I remembered I had a new set of sweats that I never got out of the trunk. I went out into the cold and retrieved them. “Shit, it’s cold out there.” I said. “That’s what coats are for,” she hollered from the kitchen. (Sounding a lot like my mother). I noticed the aroma of sliced onions floating in the air. “What are you doing?” “Making dinner.” “And what would that be?” “Chicken soup. Do you want to stay for dinner?” “I don’t want to…” I started to say. “…be an imposition? It’s just soup, Ben,” she said, as she came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. “It’s already thrown together. It just needs to be simmered a while.” “Okay, great,” I answered. “By the way, how’s your back?” she asked, changing the subject. “It’s bothering me, just not as bad as yesterday,” I said as I watched the quarterback get sacked. “I tell you what. Take off your clothes, lay down on the sofa, and I’ll show you what I leaned at the chiropractor’s,” she said as she headed to her bedroom. She stopped and turned back to me, because I didn’t move. “After last night you don’t want me to see your butt?” she asked, laughing. “Okay,” I replied as I stripped and laid face down on the couch. I turned my head so I could still watch the game. When she returned, she had changed into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. There was no evidence of a bra. “How do you want this? With or without oil?” she asked. “Is there much of a difference?” “Oh yeah,” she replied. “It depends on the person. Some love it, some can’t stand it.” Miss Miller Ch. 01 “Let’s try without, first,” I said. She pulled up a kitchen chair next to the sofa and started on my neck. She used firm stokes to massage my neck and shoulder muscles. It felt great. She worked her way down my back. As she got close to my butt, I started to get an erection. By the time she reached my butt, I had to readjust myself to keep me from being in pain from my cock expanding. She worked her way down my thighs and down to my calves. “Okay, time to do the front,” she beamed. “Ah, what?” I answered. “Roll over,” she said, as she patted my butt. “I think you’ve done a fine job, thank you,” I said grabbing my clothes off the floor. “You’re getting the full works on this one, buddy,” she said as she started to tickle me. “Alright,” I said as I finally gave in. “Good boy,” she said. I turned over on the couch, allowing my cock to spring free. She put hands on her hips and gave me a stern look. “What do we have here?” she said as if she were chastising me. She reached out her hand and gently traced the length of the shaft. “Looks like somebody liked the back rub,” she said, giggling. She took her other hand and brushed my balls with the back of her fingers. “Somebody is really horny. Feels like these bad boys are ready to pop,” she said as she smiled wickedly. Dawn was right. After the night before, I was all backed up. She brushed the head of my cock with her fingertips, and did the same to my balls with the other. “Your getting kind of purple down here,” she said. “Do you want me to stop or keep going?” “Stop!” I almost yelled. The hands left. My cock thumped and twitched with my heart. My breathing struggled to return to normal. I opened my eyes and looked at her. “Hi,” she said as she waved to me. “Like your massage so far?” “Uh,” was all I could say. “Tell me when I can start again.” She chuckled. I waited about two minutes and said, “Okay.” Again, her fingertips began an attack on the sensitive areas of my manhood. She slowly stroked my balls, and gently swirled her fingertips on the head of my cock. Every few seconds, she traced the length of my cock with the same fingertip motion. I opened my eyes to look at her. She was watching my reaction intently. I was breathing hard again and my entire cock was turning blue. “Stop,” I groaned. Again the hands left me. I eventually opened my eyes and saw that she had taken her tee shirt off. “A little visual stimulation,” she said, as she swayed them back and forth for me. They were large and hung down a bit with her maturity. She held them both in her hands and pulled them up to her face so she could lick the nipples. She was right. I needed even more time to cool down. “Okay,” I finally said with my voice cracking. “You sure?” she asked still holding her boobs. “Yeah,” I said. This time, she moved her hands even slower. They worked their magic on me as I reached up to hold her breasts. Her nipples were hard as bullets. “Do you want to cum this time?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered, kneading her breasts. She turned up the speed a little. Her fingers swirled the head and ran the length. “Ohhh,” was all I could say, as she gently coaxed me over the threshold that I had stopped at twice. She leaned forward and hung her boobs over my twitching cock. My balls contracted and a rush of sperm shot out to splash on her breasts. She lowered her head and let me finish emptying my balls in her mouth. “Well, what do you think?” she asked as my cock popped out of her mouth. “I don’t know what to say, other than thank you,” “Well, that a start,” she chuckled. “Soup’s ready.” Miss Miller Ch. 02 *Note – This is a work of fiction. The chicken soup was delicious. I had a tough time getting up the nerve to tell Dawn that I had to go home. It was going on 10:00 pm. The last thing I wanted was for her to think that I had gotten what I wanted and was just going to split. "What are you worried about? Go, go, go!" she said while shooing me with her hand. "I'll see you tomorrow after work." She was right. I would be by with office work for her. I took the boxes of sorted coupons and my dirty clothes and headed home. The next day at work, I must have had a little extra lift to my step, because it only took a few minutes before Carl, the boss's son, asked me if I won the lottery or something. "Nope, nothing like that," I replied cheerfully. "Win some money on the games over the weekend?" Carl asked, taking another stab at it. "Let's just say that things are starting to look up for me." I replied. "Oh, shit. He got laid," said Dave, the grocery manager. "We're never going to hear the end of it." "Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay?" I said. "Why? Did you have to put a bag over her head?" asked Carl, laughing his ass off. I just walked away. Why is there always an asshole around to spoil things? I finished work at 4:00 and was knocking at Dawn's door at 4:15. This time I was carrying simple paperwork for her to do. She opened the door, grabbed me by the coat, and yanked me into the house. "I didn't think I could wait much longer," she said, as she gave me a kiss and almost sucked the air out of my lungs. "Whew," I said, when she let me breath. "Sorry," she chuckled. "I'm all better now." "What did you bring me, today?" Dawn asked. "The usual crap," I replied, sitting down on the couch. "You want to stay for dinner?" she asked, with the look of 'better say yes or I'll die'. I had been mulling this over in my head all day. Do I keep the heat turned up or tone it down a bit to see if she really wanted to pursue this relationship. Obviously she wanted to pursue it. I didn't want her to cook for me again. I had a lot of money burning a hole in my pocket with nothing to spend it on. "How about we go out?" I asked. "Ah, aren't you afraid of someone seeing us together? I doubt they'll think we're discussing work. I don't think the people at the store are ready for this kind of thing," she said, plopping her caboose next to me with her boobs jiggling. "There is a place right across the bridge in Jersey that is really nice, has just about anything you want, and is a little too high class for our co-workers," I said, trying to think of its' name. "Agabetties'! That's the name of it." "I know the place. Isn't it a little out of our price range?" asked Dawn, a bit concerned. "Not for one night. You're going to need to wear something better than a sweatshirt, though," I said, pointing to her attire. "No problem," she said, hopping off the sofa and dashing into her room. While Dawn changed, I went to the bathroom to clean up a little. I already had a shirt and tie on from work, so I already met the dress requirements for the restaurant. Thirty minutes later I was still waiting. I could picture her trying on each outfit, looking in the mirror, and moving on to the next. Another thirty minutes later, the door opened and out came Dawn, all made up, with a sexy low cut, burgundy colored dress, that set off her green eyes and blonde hair. She didn't remind me of my mom anymore. "What do you think?" she asked, turning around so I could get a full look. "Very nice," I said. Monday nights must have been slow for Agabetties'. We had the place to ourselves. Looking around, you could tell this was a place of class. Real wood tables, linen lined walls, silver vases with fresh flowers at every table, and a different person for each part of the meal. I have to tell you, I'm not very sophisticated. I'm part of the beer and football crowd. When the wine guy came out and went through his presentation, he looked genuinely hurt when we ordered Miller beers instead. We opened our menus. There were about thirty different items on the dinner pages. Most of which I had no idea what they were. No explanation was given as to what was involved in the dish. I almost asked the guy to come back and explain some of them, when I noticed veal parmesan. I knew what that was. I asked Dawn if she knew what she wanted. "Order something for me," she said, batting her eyes at me, with a big smile on her face. Oh great. Now I can't ask the guy what this stuff is. It would really make me look stupid. I looked the menu over again. I stopped at the chicken. I figured that most women like chicken, so it would be a safe bet. The waiter arrived and asked if we wanted an appetizer. Dawn shook her head. "We'll pass," I said looking at the price of their shrimp cocktail. "Are you ready to order dinner?" the waiter asked. "Yes," I replied. "And what would you care for, this evening," he turned and asked Dawn. She pointed to me, and the waiter turned in my direction with his pen poised at his pad. "The lady would like chicken catha.., cata.., crapa.., cacciatore." "Ah, yes, an excellent choice, and very well pronounced if I may add," said the waiter, as Dawn put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. "I'll have the veal parmesan," I said quickly. "Another excellent choice," he said as he wrote it down and walked away. By now, Dawn was nearly having a fit. She still had her hand over her mouth and was starting to shake with the contained laughter. Finally, with a tear rolling down her cheek, she was able to remove her hand. "Sorry, that was so funny," she said, starting to laugh all over again. With that, another guy came to the table and placed bread and butter. The bread was freshly baked. Next, out came the violin guy, playing something I never heard before. "I take requests. Do you have anything in mind?" he asked, after he finished the song with a flourish. "How about the Notre Dame fight song?" I asked. "Yeah, or how about 'Camp Town Races'," asked Dawn, now starting to laugh again. "I can see that you two don't get out much," replied the virtuoso, as he tucked the violin and bow under his arm and walked out of the room. Next came another guy with our salads and a serving cart of dressings. After quizzing the guy about every kind, each more exotic than the last, we both chose Italian. Next, the soup guy brought out two bowls of steaming hot soup. "What is it?" I asked. He told me. I nodded knowingly. I knew as much as before I asked him. It was good though. Finally, the main course was brought, by yet, another guy. Each meal was served in a silver-serving dish complete with lid. A big ritual was made in the presentation, with the culmination of him removing the lid and revealing the food. When the waiter lifted the lid on mine, all I wanted to ask was "Where's the beef?" I had two silver dollar sized pieces of veal on my plate and some spaghetti. Dawn's meal looked a little better. When the meal was done, the original waiter returned to ask if we wanted desert. We both shook our heads no. "I'll return with your check in a moment," he said, walking away. As we waited, Dawn said, "Are you going home tonight, or can I persuade you to stay over?" Today, I packed an overnight bag, just in case the situation came up. "I don't see any reason to go rushing home," I replied. "Good," she said, running her foot up and down my leg. The waiter returned. I paid him and gave him a sizable tip, figuring he would split it with the others. I figured wrong. As we headed to the exit, all the other waiters, and the violin guy, were lined up by the door. "Oh, shit," I said, looking in my nearly empty wallet. "Follow my lead." I said to Dawn. As we reached the waiters, I began slapping them on the arm, saying, "Good job, good job. Keep up the good work," and we exited the door at nearly a sprint. As we reached the car, we looked back and saw them staring out the door at us. "I guess we won't be coming back here anytime soon," chuckled Dawn. When we returned to Dawn's house, she went to her room to change. I set the overnight bag down on the floor and pulled out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. As I started to undress, I heard Dawn call me. Not from her bedroom, but from the bathroom. Somehow, she got there without me noticing. As I neared the door, I could hear the shower running. I opened the door and walked in. From inside the shower, I heard, "I thought a quick shower would do me good," she said, while pressing her large breasts against the frosted glass for effect. They had an effect, all right. "Want to join me?" she asked while opening the door a little, and giving me the 'come here' motion with her finger. I jumped in with all the enthusiasm of a kid running after the ice cream truck. I got my first look at her completely naked. Her creamy white skin was unblemished. Her breasts matched her middle-aged butt, (which actually was kind of cute). Her womanhood was lost in a forest of hair. (Remember, this was the early '70's). "I hope you like what you see," she said, with grin. I leaned forward, grabbed two handfuls of boob and kissed her. "You really like them, don't you?" she asked. I responded by taking the soap and swirling it around her chest and abdomen. We took turns washing each other. Neither of us touched each other's privates. At some point, she was turned with her back to me, and I was moving down to wash her thighs. She leaned against the wall with the shower spraying on her head. I washed down to her feet and then back up her inner thighs. As I got close to her womanhood, her legs began to tremble. I soaped up my hand, and reached between her legs. As I gently touched her, she gasped, grabbed my hand and mashed it into her crotch. She nearly lost her balance and slipped. I grabbed her with my other arm and held her tight. "Thank you," she said, regaining her composure. "God, you do that great!" "What did I do?" I thought to myself. She turned the water off, and looked down at my cock. It was hard as a rock and bobbing with my pulse. "Looks like someone wants a little attention," she said, as she ran her fingers over its' length. "Do you recharge easily, or is once a day pretty much it?" "I don't think that a problem," I answered. "I'm 18." "Okay, then lets say we take care of this guy and then get into more advanced stuff after we dry off?" she asked, as she grabbed some lotion and loaded her hands with it. She moved around to my back and started a reach around, crushing her breasts in my back. "O….," was all I could get out before her hands began a systematic milking of my cock. She wasn't fooling around this time. Her hands took turns running the length of my cock with a tight, smooth and steady motion. Talk about doing it great! She soon had me sending rope after rope of spunk against the wall. "Good pressure!" she said, urging me on. After I was done, she handed me a towel and said, "Go ahead out and finish drying off while I clean up in here." It was now about 10:30 and I wasn't sure if it was bedroom time or TV time. She came out of the bathroom, and game me the 'follow me' sign as she entered her bedroom. I followed her in. It was all done in pink, with small plush animals scattered everywhere, especially the bed. She really was just a little girl at heart. She tossed the critters, and pulled down the spread. She motioned for me to get in her queen-sized bed. When she got in, she put her arms around me and kissed me for a long time. "I want to thank you for dinner, tonight," she said, as she released me from the kiss. "No one has ever taken me to a place like that before. I'm glad you ordered for me, because I didn't know what the stuff was on the menu." "Maybe I should have called the waiter over for both of us," I thought to myself. We hugged, kissed, and caressed each other in a relaxed manner for quite a while. I had always assumed you jumped in the sack and went for it. This was actually quite nice. My hand eventually found it's way to her womanhood. She was very wet with excitement. She reached down to me and found that I had recovered and was ready to go. "Have you reached 'home base' yet, Ben?" she asked, softly. If I had lied, she would have known it. "No," I said, feeling stupid. "Obviously, I'm no virgin," she said. "Would you like me to be your first girl?" "Yes," I said, clumsily rolling on top of her. "Ben, wait," she said, pushing me back off. "Did you bring protection?" "Protection? Oh! No I didn't," I said feeling even more stupid. "Where you just going to make a baby, here?" she asked, realizing that I was totally clueless in this regard. "I suppose that I thought you had taken care of that issue," I answered. "Remember honey, you're the first guy I've been with in a long time. No need for me to keep birth control around with that kind of dry spell," she said, patting my cheek. "You'll have to wait to become a man." I sighed and rolled over on my back. "Hey, don't be sad. There are lots of things we can do besides that." She said, cheerfully. "Here's a way to please a woman," she said getting up on her knees. "Works like a charm," she said, as she straddled my face, grabbed my hands, held them to her breasts, and lowered herself on my mouth. Startled, I didn't know what to do. She wiggled herself around a little bit and finally said, "Just stick your tongue out and start licking that little nub there. Yes! That's it. Now just lick that over and over." I did what I was told. She rocked herself back and forth over my mouth as I licked as fast as I could. I continued to knead her breasts as she started to moan. She rocked faster and faster, grabbing the headboard to steady herself so I wasn't crushed. She sucked in her breath, stopped rocking, rammed herself down on my mouth, and cut loose a moan that had to have been heard three houses down. Luckily, I had inhaled myself sensing something going to happen, otherwise I would have blacked out by the time she let me breath. She rolled off me and flopped down on the bed. She blew some blonde hair out of her face and wiped her eyes. "Wow," was all she could manage to say. She rolled her head to look at me and started laughing. "You are unbelievably good. I'm sorry if I squished you." I was rubbing my nose; it had taken a beating at the end there. We talked and giggled about stupid things while she recovered. Finally, she said, "I've never had a complaint about pleasing a guy this way." She started kissing me on the face, and worked her way down my neck, my chest, and finally to my groin. "I can see that somebody figured out what's coming," she said, in a singsong manner, then giggled. I tucked a pillow under my head so I could watch the show. She started kissing at my balls, and worked her way up the shaft to the head. "This is going to be what's called a 'no-hands' blow job. Just when you think everything is going fine, you're going to cum like a fountain. At least, that's the way it's been explained to me," she said, as she winked at me. Her tongue started to slide up and down the shaft. It was an incredible feeling. She stopped at the head from time to time, circling it, and tonguing the hole. Eventually, she lowered her mouth on me. She slid her lips up and down as far as she could go, while swirling her tongue continuously. It felt good, but not so good as to make me cum. Or so I thought. She never changed her slow pace. Her lips and tongue continued their gentle assault on me when I suddenly felt a tingle in my balls. "Uh oh, she was right." I thought. The tingle grew in intensity, my balls retracted, and for the second time that night, a load of sperm raced up and out of me. She continued until she had sucked me dry. Finally she let me out of her mouth with a small plop and asked, "Well, was it as good as advertised?" "Oh, yeah," I replied, exhausted. We both slept well that night. The next day, I reached Dawn's house with her work, and a box of protection. When she answered the door, she looked a little pale. "Are you okay?" I asked as I went in. "I'm afraid we're going to have to postpone your initiation for about a week," she said. It took me a second to figure out what she meant when it hit me. "No problem," I said. "I like being with you one way or the other." "Boy, you really are one-of-a-kind," she said, giving me a hug. The next day, she was looking better. "How about a movie?" I asked. "What's playing?" she asked, looking through the workload I had brought over. "The Towering Inferno," I replied. "Ohhh, I loooove Steve McQueen," she answered. The movie had been out for a while by the time we went. We sat in a corner in the back, just in case someone we knew was also there. By the time Robert Wagner was trying to save his hide with a wet towel around his head, Dawn had slid her hand up to my crotch. I looked over at her, and she stared at the screen. She worked my zipper down, and fished out my rapidly expanding manhood. Without saying a word or even acknowledging my presence, she ate popcorn with one hand and jacked me off with the other. It was a good thing that no one was in front of me, because the first shot cleared the back of the seat. She caused me to make quite a mess. She reached into her purse and handed me a couple of tissues, all without ever taking her eyes off the screen. "Holy shit," I said, taking the tissues and cleaned myself up. "Shhhh," she said, staring at the screen, grinning. The next two days came and went without anything notable happening. One night she cooked, the other we went to McDonalds. I went home every night. On Friday, she said she was feeling much better and to bring my 'supplies' if I wanted to be initiated on either Saturday or Sunday. I gave her an extra day to recuperate and arrived on Sunday. She already had the championship game on for me, and handed me a beer. It was obvious that she was cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Whatever she was making, it sure smelled good. "I hope you like lamb," she said, returning to the kitchen. "So do I," I said to myself. Soon the game was over and dinner was ready. I have to say, lamb did taste different. It took a minute or two to get used to it, then I chowed in. "I'm glad you like it. I was getting worried there for a moment," she said. After dinner, we finished watching the second championship game, setting up The Super Bowl. When it was over, she patted me on the head, and said, "It's time." I was more nervous than excited. She turned the living room lights out as she went into the bathroom, and I stripped and got into bed. When she came out she was completely naked. She turned the bedroom light out and slipped into the sheets. We began to kiss and caress each other. After a few minutes, she reached down to find a completely limp me. "Is something wrong?" "No." She worked on me for a few more minutes. Nothing. "Something has got to be wrong." "I don't know how to do this," I finally said. "Afraid you're going to mess up?" she asked. My silence spoke volumes. "Look, I've already done this before. It's your first time. You do it anyway you want. We'll worry about making it good down the road. Just enjoy yourself," she said, stroking my face. That helped a little as I relaxed a bit and she started to get results down below. When I was good and hard, she reached to the nightstand and grabbed one of the condoms I brought. She fitted me with it and then positioned me for my first time. I looked down at her, she kissed me and told me to relax. She opened her legs, held my cock and gently slid me in. Her womanhood felt like a snug fitting velvet glove. I remained still for a few moments, savoring the feeling for first time. Miss Miller Ch. 02 "There," she whispered into my ear. "Doesn't that feel good?" I felt her breath in my ear. "Do what ever feels good," she breathed to me. Her hands began running up and down my back. I raised myself a bit and pushed back down. "Ahhhh," she breathed in my ear. I wasn't sure what was turning me on more. The feeling from below, or the way she was reacting. She raised her knees up a bit and I tried again. "Ohhhh, yes," she said, with her breath again. "Feel the want inside me," she said, squeezing my cock with her muscles. She alternated, breath and cooing in my ear and licking it. I slowly stroked my cock in and out of her, causing her to do one or the other. I never imagined anything like this. I tried to pace myself, but to no avail. I was so turned on, that I lost it and felt like I was going to blow a hole in the condom. I shook, while small noises coming out of me from the power of the orgasm ripping through me. She pulled me close and stroked my hair, as she gently 'ssshhhed' me like a small child, as the orgasm faded. When I recovered, I laid back down next to her. "How did you like the aural encouragement?" She giggled. "I didn't stand a chance," I answered. She started to laugh for real and said, "Maybe we can concentrate on both of us next time." The next night, Dawn asked me if I was staying or going. "I thought I might try holding out for you, tonight," I answered. "Hummm, we'll see." As we watched TV, she started her snuggling. Soon her hands were all over me. Off came her shirt and bra, and her creamy white heavy hangers were free to jiggle. She pulled my shorts down and started to jack me. "I thought we were going to try..," "Trust me," she replied. Soon I was shooting a few major blasts in the direction on the TV. "I love watching you shoot like that. Now you've got a good chance at pleasing me tonight," she giggled. We finished watching TV around 10:00, and we went to bed. This time she had trouble getting me up because she had so expertly drained me two hours before. "Excellent. This is exactly the way I want you to be," she said, as she rolled on another condom. After doing so, she climbed on top of me and lowered herself, guiding me all the way. She raised and lowered herself slowly at first, then started to pick up the pace. Her breasts bounced in tempo with her movements. She started to breath hard and then seized up. I could feel her womanhood contracting on me. She let out a gust of air and flopped down on me. "God, it's been a long time," she sighed. After a few minutes, she noticed that I was still good to go. She climbed off me, and motioned for me to get up on my knees. She turned herself so that her ass was in front of me. She reached between her legs, grabbed my cock and pulled it in. First, she set the tempo, rocking back and forth. After a minute or so, I took the initiative, and started banging against her, causing my balls to slap and make a clapping noise. She pushed to meet me harder and harder. She reached between her legs to run her fingers over my balls each time they returned for another assault. "Ben," she said, biting her lip. "I've…. never…. cum…… TWICE!" She bucked and groaned, as I pushed myself into her as hard as I could. She folded her arms and laid them down on the bed. She rested her forehead on top of them, as she breathed heavily, with her breasts heaving in time. "You're the first to be able to do that to me," she said between breaths. "I'd say, you made up for last night, and then some." She pulled off me and noticed that I was still hard. "You haven't cum yet?" she asked, astonished. "Ah, no," I answered looking down at myself, bobbing away. "What is it that you would like to do?" she asked. "I'm not sure," I answered. "I've got an idea," she said, as she pushed me back down on the bed. She removed the condom, grabbed some oil, and lubed up her boobs. Then she oiled my cock, positioning herself as she lowered her boobs on my erect cock. "Go ahead, fuck them," she said. I reached out, grabbed a hold of those beauties and rammed my cock between them with abandon. Every time I pushed up, my balls slapped her belly. She looked down at me and smiled, as I emptied my balls into that amazing, creamy white, cleavage. She went to the bathroom and returned with a towel, wiping herself, and then me. "I have no idea how long this is going to last," she giggled. "But I think I'm always going to remember tonight. How about you?" I squeezed her boobs, while replying, "Second base." "I'll take that as a 'Yes'," she said, chuckling and rolling her eyes.