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The Scoutmaster's Wife Ch. 01

By: iowascout90



I was a pretty normal kid growing up in the 80's and early 90's in Iowa. I had neither good looks nor a great body. In fact I was thin, but that was the factor that led to a glorious episode in my early life. I was trying to bulk up for a place on the school baseball team, though I'm not sure if the phrase "bulk-up" was known in 92. Used home "gyms" could be purchased through local newspaper ads for $50, but I didn't even have that much money. 

My mother was giving me some odd jobs to do for bucks and giving me encouragement. She happened to mention my efforts to our neighbors across the back fence, who happened to be the local Scoutmaster and his wife. I'd been in scouts for a couple years, but dropped out after a while. It was fun to camp, but the scoutmaster and staff always seemed to want to keep us real busy. He'd been 20 years in the military and it showed. 

Carol, the scoutmaster's wife had been my second grade teacher for six months when the regular teacher had an operation. She also taught Sunday school occasionally when a regular person was sick or something. She was nice looking, but an adult, and I didn't know her that well. I'd had a few very brief conversations over the fence when mowing the yard, or if I had to talk to her husband about a merit badge or something and I'd gone to their house. That was it. Anyway, one day when my mom was hanging on the back fence talking to Carol, the subject of my trying to get some equipment came up. Carol said she'd been thinking about working out, too, and that maybe we could share. My mother even got interested, so we three got a used Precor home gym set-up for little money and set it up in Carol's basement. 

They never locked their basement door (typical Midwesterners!) so we could come and go anytime. Mom and Carol worked out together for a while, and I used it after them or before them. Before long, though, my mom threw in the towel. She felt bad about deserting Carol, but she said something like "No pain is my gain" and quit. She did encourage me to keep it up, and I did. Working out was boring and I was about to give it up, when Carol started coming down when I was working out. She asked for advice about various exercises, how to work something or had me "spot" her when she did a bench press. 30 pounds. Pretty amusing. So we started to workout together. It was all very proper, and even though I saw Carol in leotards or some workout clothes, she never exposed much skin. In fact, she would ask me not to stand or sit in front of her if she had to do an exercise that involved spreading her legs. She said it in such a way that I wasn't offended, something like "Would you be a gentleman and stand behind me?" or something. So I did. I noticed also that when she would spot me while I did bench presses she actually stood back and to the side. Otherwise I'd be looking at her crotch up close.

As the weeks went on, we exercised together more and more. Carol said that just having someone else around made her more conscientious and the workout less boring. I agreed. Having another person around WAS better. It helped me, too, not that it showed much in my physique yet. Gradually we grew closer. Not intimate close, but just spending time with someone three times a week breaks down the barriers. Before long we were discussing my girlfriends, college, married life, Iowa isolation and more. I learned that Carol's motivation for working out was half for herself and half for her husband. She didn't say much about that, but sometimes you could read between the lines, sort of. 

We had been working out for a few weeks when it occurred to both of us that we hadn't measured any body parts before we started. I didn't care about inches, I just wanted to put on a little weight and improve my physique. Carol wanted to lose weight and inches, so she got a fabric tape measure and brought it down. She duly recorded my calves, thighs, stomach, chest and bicep measurements. I offered to measure her, but she blurted out "No way, Jose. Even my husband doesn't know how big my butt is."

It really wasn't a big butt at all, just an average middle-aged butt. I confess to having some erotic thoughts about it, though. I was a "breast man", but lately I'd been fantasizing a little about workout sessions gone wild, and me pushing my face into the softness of her ass cheeks, or feeling them with my hands while I sucked on Carol's nipples as she stood before me. Wild stuff for me...

Back to reality, Carol took her own bust, stomach and butt measurements. She wasn't sure if she could get an accurate measurement of her calf leaning down, so she gave me the tape for that. I read off the numbers and moved the tape up to her thigh. At first she said "no", but I said something like "Come on. It will be an extra incentive. Like when my mom told everybody ahead of time she was going to quit smoking." 

Carol gave in good naturedly, so I got to sit on the floor and hold a tape measure around her thighs. She had a pair of shorts on that she lifted slightly, and I took the measurement. I can't remember what it was, but I remember the softness of her inner thigh and a dappling of cellulite--and how she resisted me taking the measurement of her right thigh also, but gave in. I was almost the same but not quite. And she gave a quiet kind of squeal and accused me of tickling her. I hadn't. I was in awe of adult women and wouldn't have had the nerve. Small-town Iowa guys like me were pretty backward, although that night I masturbated to the idea of tickling Carol. She absolutely fell apart in lust for me and let me do whatever I wanted with her. Just another boy fantasy.

Boring, uneventful days passed and more workouts. Workouts without a hint of sensuality. We did talk a lot and had some laughs, but it was all straightforward. Too straightforward for me, of course, but what could I do? A month passed, then I suggested it was time to measure again. Carol got the tape measure and measured me, making approving noises at every fraction of an inch gain. She measured herself and was happy to see a decrease in her stomach and butt, but unhappy to see her bust decrease also. She pouted and half-wailed "I'm losing my charms". I told her that she was being ridiculous and that she looked great. She blurted out something about wishing her husband had the same idea, then changed the subject, asking me to measure her legs. I did. I called out the numbers for each calf, then moved the tape measure up. Again, Carol jumped a little as I measured her left thigh and again she accused me of tickling her. She said "Cut it out."

Of course I did just the opposite and wiggled my fingers ever so slightly while I measured her. She jumped and stiffened, which had the unplanned effect of trapping my hand between her thighs. It was only for half a second and she pulled away at once, saying "you're no boy scout!". I protested my innocence and argued for a few seconds, then Carol said "Never mind. It just might be the highlight of my day".

Boy did that phrase ring in my ears. I got a lot of masturbation mileage out of it that night, the next day and several times after that.

Despite the moment of sensuality, workouts continued much the same week in and week out. We did talk about more and more intimate stuff, but not intimate sexually. Just good friends stuff. Carol said I was a good listener and a good guy. I was developing quite a crush on her. I had to turn away occasionally when she made a certain move or sound. Like "ummmfffff" and "unnnh". It sure sounded sexy to me. I imagined her making those sounds while I pounded my dick into her and sprouted an instant erection.

Scoutmaster husband was usually absent, but I would see him occasionally. He had no interest in exercising because he "did his time in the Army and that was more than enough for a lifetime." He liked to smoke cigars around the house, but Carol didn't like the smell and prohibited from smoking in the basement. Didn't like kissing a man who smoked cigars either, she said. I just nodded and filed that information away. 

The next "weigh-in" was uneventful, but Carol was happy to see more progress. Giddy, actually. She was down a size and a total of 11 pounds. She went out and bought some clothes at the mall to celebrate. All the next week, though, Carol was kind of down. Turned out that The Scoutmaster hadn't responded to her happy news and better body the way she thought he should. I praised her and said she was doing great and looking better for sure. I got teased for that comment, but it lifted Carol's spirits a little. 

Later that week Carol bought a new workout outfit. Coincidence? I hoped not. But even though I liked Carol, I was beginning to get a little bored with the workouts. Sometimes I would miss a good tv show or homework or something with friends. One week it rained every day, and I made up excuses not to go outside. Carol called and practically begged me to come over, so I braved the wet weather and hopped the fence. Carol seemed extra happy at my effort and we had a good session. She wore her new, more revealing outfit, which gave me a view of some cleavage and clung to her ass. She still wore everyday panties beneath it, but I found the view of a woman's panties sexy, too. My inevitable stiffening was hard to hide. Carol said nothing for awhile, but my dick would NOT go down. I was embarrassed about it, which tells you how sophisticated I was. Carol finally said something.

"So you like my new outfit?"

I blushed and said "Yes".

Carol smiled and that was that, except that when we wrapped up for the day a few minutes later, I got a kiss on the cheek and a whispered "Thanks".

That was heady. More than enough detail to add some spice to my nightly "session". It got even better the next time, although some people, women especially might think what follows a little strange, but what the hell, I was a horny teen, and I've found out that I'm not that unusual.

What happened was that I took Carol up on the offer of some juice after a session and ended up using their bathroom. She answered the phone, so I took an extra minute to snoop around and found a pair of Carol's panties from the previous day in the hamper. They were still slightly damp from her perspiration. Shaking, I lifted them to my nose and tentatively inhaled the scent of her crotch. It was pungent and so wonderfully feminine I swayed on my feet. I took another deeper sniff and in the process my nose actually touched the intimate strip of fabric. I put the panties back and washed up loudly, then stepped out. Carol was still on the phone, so I waved good bye and let myself out. On the way home I was surprised to find that the pungent smell from Carol's panties was still with me. Some slight amount had rubbed off on my nose, and I could still smell her distinctly. What a sight I was, walking home in the drizzling rain, protecting my nose with my hand so the wondrous smell of Carol's pussy wouldn't be lost before I could get home and masturbate.

Now half the guys in big cities probably get laid by the time they are 15 and have gone to prostitutes by the time they reached the age I was then, so the thought of a boy getting excited by a woman's panties may seem quaint, but that was me. I confess I had only touched a girl above the waist at that time in my life, too, so go ahead and laugh. Still, I found the smell of Carol intoxicating and imagined my face and tongue buried between her spread thighs. In my fantasy she begged me to lick her and make her come again and again, holding my head to her wonderful pussy until she was satisfied and her body had stopped twitching at the wonderful things my tongue had done to her.

We fell back in our routine, but things had warmed up a little since Carol saw my erection. Our talk seemed a bit looser and more informal. It got more intimate the next month when I asked Carol if she was feeling okay one day because she seemed a little down. She admitted feeling "off" and after a few minutes of vague talk admitted once again that her husband hadn't been responding very enthusiastically to her weight loss and improved shape and new clothes. Her girlfriends noticed every pound lost, but not her husband. My chest gained an extra inch knowing that she was confiding in me a little. I jumped in and told her she was doing great, looking good and getting "hot". 

"GETTING hot!?" she laughed. I'm not "Hot" right now?

I got a little flustered at that and covered my ass a little. Not very well, but it didn't matter. She appreciated the comment and felt better. I then asked her if she had purchased anything besides new workout outfits. She said "yes", but that it was a "husband-wife" thing and couldn't say what it was. Then she changed the subject. 

Around this time I made an excuse to get back to Carol's bathroom by asking for something to drink after a session. I then used the bathroom and quickly lifted the hamper in search of more used panties. Jackpot! I found several and took an ordinary white pair, stuffing them in the pocket of my shorts and hoping they wouldn't be seen. Heart pounding, I said good-bye and went to leave, but Carol stopped me. I was sure she knew what I had done and my heart stopped. But she only wanted to give me a hug and thank me for the "lift to her spirits". I gave her only a half-hug in return, worried that she would feel the bulge in my shorts where I stuffed her panties. Carol protested, saying "what kind of hug was THAT!" so we hugged again. It still wasn't a great hug, because I was worried about the panties in my pocket, but Carol smiled knowingly. I guess she thought the bulge was something else. She laughed as she said good-bye and told me that I was going to have to work on my hugs a little. I nodded guiltily and left, jogging home instead of walking to get to my bedroom that much sooner and lose myself in the heavenly aromas of Carols panties. I masturbated three times that night, all but wearing Carol's panties on my head as I savored her scent and imagined a thousand things. Actually just one fantasy, me licking her endlessly, but with a few variations. 

Our sessions got even better, but slowly. We touched each other more and more. Little touches, not boob grabbing or anything, but little touches. And we started sit-ups on a mat, that required some holding. I didn't get off on holding her ankles, but as you can well imagine, I would sneak glances at Carol's crotch. If she didn't wear a leotard, she wore plain old shorts, and I could often glimpse her panties through the loose legs. Then I got caught.

"Eric, I'm uncomfortable with the way you sneak glances at me. I know you're a teenager and have normal teenage thoughts, but it makes me feel a little...funny."

I apologized and felt my face get double hot.

Carol continued. 

"It's not like you can see much, anyway. I've got clothes on. I'm curious, though, just what are you looking at?"

I said I didn't know, but she gave me a dubious look and made a motion with her hand to continue the explanation. I was very embarrassed and tried to evade giving a real answer, but Carol shook her head, opened her legs a little and asked me point blank.

"What is so fascinating between my legs? I'm not mad at you, I just want to know. You can't SEE anything...Can you?"

I fell silent. This was not the kind of question I was used to answering. 

"Eric, I love you. You're a great kid. I'm not mad, but I'm trying to find a window into the mysterious male world. It might even help me with my husband."

I wavered more, but Carol really didn't seem angry and it was a sexy moment, so I took a deep breath and started talking. I told her how women's bodies are mysterious and always covered, that I was just curious about her shape and what she really looked like, what her panties looked like. I mentioned also that I'd never actually seen a woman up close.

Carol said nothing, but gave me a look as if to ask if I was done talking. I wasn't and plunged deeper. I said the outline of a woman's....sex was a turn on, as was a glimpse of pubic hair..and the skin in...THAT area.

"But once you've seen it, why do you keep looking again and again? You know what I look like already."

I said that I didn't know and that the sight was always sexy---to me.

"I wish my husband felt the same way" she blurted out. Then "Oh, hell. I didn't mean to go there. That's too private for us to discuss. I'm sorry I even mentioned it. Would you promise me that you won't say anything to anybody about that? To anybody and I MEAN ANYBODY!!"

I promised. Carol slumped back on her back, knees up. 

"Boys!...You may think WE"RE mysterious, but I think---Are you looking at my crotch again?

Carol's head raised and her jaw dropped when she saw my reaction. I had been looking and she caught me again. 

"My god. You're hopeless. Absolutely hopeless!" 

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds, then Carol grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the mat, looking deeply into my eyes

"I may regret this, but right now I have the urge to let you see me. Maybe it would satisfy your curiosity a little. Maybe you'd stop sneaking glances at me in that same kind of sneaky-dirty way-not that that's all bad. I know you're just a normal kid...And I'm...well, I'm starting to feel old and unattractive. Can this be our secret? She took my right palm and put it on her breast. "

"Swear on my breast that you'll never tell anyone?"

I swore.

"God, my heart is racing. I'm a dangerous woman! A "good" girl would never do this, but truth be known, I'm getting tired of being a "Good Girl". It's gotten me nowhere".

And with that comment, flat-on-her back Carol brought her feet back towards her body and spread her legs. I wasn't sure if I had heard right, so I didn't do anything right away.

"Well?" she asked. Are you going to look?"

I was. Heart pounding, aware of every tick of the clock and noise that the furnace made and even the birds outside, I shifted position to get a better look, but then Carol abruptly shut her legs and pulled her legs together.

"What am I doing!?" she exclaimed. "What-the-hell-am-I-doing!?"

I was stunned and very, very disappointed.

"I must be losing my mind" she continued. "I've been wondering lately just how much of a woman I am, but I don't think that's any way to find out". Carol continued, but quieter. 

"I'm sorry. What must you think of me?"

"You're beautiful....Amazing." I replied in a voice that probably quavered a little. "I don't know what else to say".

"Thanks." Carol replied, getting up. "I appreciate that. I need some time to think a little, though. I'll call you if I want to continue. If I can FACE you again."

We hugged awkwardly, Carol went upstairs and I listened as she made her way across the squeaky wooden floor to the bathroom.

I took a deep breath, put the mat away and folded up the gym bench. I stood there listening to the water for her shower for a minute then left, shaking my head. It had been an amazing moment and now it was over. Just like that. Ordinarily I would have raced home and masturbated, but this time I didn't and I don't know why. 

Carol called a week later and said she was missing our workouts. She asked the magic words: Could I come over?

I went back eagerly, but The Scoutmaster was home and nothing happened. Nothing about the previous session was mentioned, but occasionally our eyes met and Carol just raised her eyebrow. As I was getting ready to leave Carol whispered in my ear.

"I can't believe what I did on Monday. I kept wondering if maybe you thought less of me..if I acted like...someone cheap."

"Cheap?" I asked. "Cheap? I think you're wonderful."

Carol took a deep breath, smiled and kissed me on the lips-a first---and went upstairs quickly without a word. 

The next few weeks were okay, but I was disappointed that Carol didn't do anything wild again. I looked at her breasts a lot, hoping she would get the hint, but nothing happened.


The Scoutmaster's Wife Ch. 01



Something did happen at school, though. A group of us went miniature golfing one Friday night and somehow I ended up getting close to MaryAnn____. I was on top of the world. A decent looking girl started liking me AND a decent looking adult woman was a friend.

Carol asked a lot of questions about what we did, where we went, if we kissed or made out. She sounded a little jealous of MaryAnn.

"We can still be friends, can't we?" she asked a little plaintively. "I do look forward to seeing you. This town is so bor-ring"

I liked the sound of THAT. I liked the way Carol was more openly flirtatious that day, too. The next time we got together she teased me with the news that she got some new panties. I froze inside, thinking that maybe she found out about the pair I stole. But she hadn't, and I got hard very quickly knowing that she was once again confiding something intimate.

"Do I get to see them?" I asked.

"Nope. I'm just telling you to keep you interested in me. I don't want you to forget about me and start spending all your time with MaryAnn at the Malt Shop or wherever you go."

"Why should I be interested if I don't get to see them" I challenged.

"Because. Just knowing that my gorgeous body is encased in sexy leopard-print panties should be enough."

Just hearing her say the word "panties" was sexy to me, but I didn't let on. I just shrugged and started some lifts. Carol seemed a little irritated by my reaction and we didn't say much to each other. When we got to the point where I held her feet down to do sit-ups I openly stared down the open leg band of her shorts and got a small, but sexy view of her new panties. In truth, I didn't really like leopard-pattern panties, but I did very much enjoy seeing that lovely soft pale skin on either side of the crotch panel, to say nothing of those few sexy wisps of pubic hair. And when she held my feet, I felt like she was looking at my dick for the first time. She could only see the outline of my dick through my white briefs inside the loose leg of my shorts, but she smiled. I got a kiss on the lips AND a hug before I left. I started to leave, but she grabbed me and hugged me again, but just to whisper/talk in my ear.

"What color panties do you like? I think it would be fun to wear what you wanted me to wear. Kind of naughty fun...Our little secret. It WILL be a secret won't it?" She gave me a menacing look.

"Jeeze, yeah" I said shakily. "Of course!"

"Good. I knew you were a gentleman. Now about that color?"

"How about pink?" It was the first thing that came to mind.

She nodded and winked. I walked home in a daze. Very, very hard, of course.

I couldn't wait for my next session with Carol. I counted the hours, and my pre-occupied air caused MaryAnn to get mad at me. Even worse, Carol and The Scoutmaster had a funeral or wake or something to attend and it made for a extra day's delay. 

Carol and I stared at each other hotly when we finally got together. I asked if she wore what she said she was going to and she shrugged her shoulders. She had on a leotard, which covered everything.

"A woman never tells" she said flirtatiously.

When we finally got to the sit-ups, I complained loudly.

"Shush! Just hold my feet. Be a dear and hold my feet"

I pouted. Who wouldn't have in the same situation? But Carol had something else in mind when we finished

"I need to be measured. We haven't measured each other in six weeks. You first"

Carol got the tape measure out and duly measured my arms, chest and stomach. We both laughed when she playfully looked down and slid her finger along the tape measure to 7 inches. Carol took her time taking measurements of my thigh, caressing my skin a little. I went from firm to very hard. She measured my calf, wrote it down, then stood up and pulled off her leotard. She wore a pink matching set of bra and panties beneath, which took my breath away.

"Measure me", she said quietly, giving me the tape and a shy smile. My mouth went dry and I went speechless for several seconds.

"God, you are beautiful" I finally said after a long, breath. And I meant it. Carol was no teenager. Her skin had a few stretch marks and cellulite bumps here and there, but she was almost a perfect specimen for her age. And the bra and pantie set looked sooooooooo feminine. She stood up straight and thrust out her chest, another act of pure visual delight. I had never measured her bust before, but was happy to do it now. She was curvaceous without being huge and measured 36 and a half inches. In fact, I had seen her bra size when in the hamper: 36 C. 

I measured her stomach, which was almost 30. She wrote it down with a tilt of her head. Not good, but not bad. I knelt down to take a measurement of her ass, but took my time. The softness of her rear through the smooth pantie material was nothing to rush. She measured 39. I felt light-headed as I inserted the tape between Carol's legs to measure her thighs. My eyes never left the curve of Carol's round ass cheeks, which indented slightly where the legbands of her panties crossed. Carol spread her legs slightly to give me more room to measure, or maybe to steady herself. Or maybe to let me see more of her, because after I measured one thigh, Carol turned and faced me. My stomach went tight and I inhaled oddly at my first close-up sight of a woman-or girl-in panties. I could see the swelling of her two labia and a slight gap between them. It was an awesome sight. Carol put her hand on my head as if to steady me. I probably needed it.

"One more measurement young man" she said in a tight whisper. "I think my right thigh is bigger."

I took the measurement, but I took my time, making sure that the tape came together at her soft inner thighs, where I fidgeted a little as I measured. Carol twitched slightly when my fingers tickled her, but said nothing and pulled her outfit back on a moment later. I rose and stood there awkwardly. Carol took a long breath and kissed me on the lips. It was a goodbye kiss, not a lingering, slow let's make out kind of kiss. We hugged loosely, aware of the fact that we were both sweaty. Carol's eyes were bright when she looked at me, but she looked down right away and took another deep breath, then rested her chin on my shoulder. I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. Carol broke the silence.

"Oh, what tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive. I remember that line from a poem twenty years ago. I thought about it last night. I'm both the spinner AND the person caught in a web. A small-town web... "

Her voice drifted off, so I hugged her a little tighter.

"It feels good to be held, but it can't feel that good to you. A sweaty old frump like me."

I gave her a tight squeeze and let one hand wander down her bare back." 

"Umm."

I massaged her lower back lightly with my palm. 

"UMMMMM.. I like that. But I have to go."

We kissed again, making it last an extra fraction of a second, then Carol left. 

Two days later, my mother made my heart stop.

"I ran into Carol at the market."

I held my breath, wondering if she knew or suspected something. 

"She looks great. Have you told her, or have you learned nothing from all my efforts to make a gentleman out of you?

"Yeah. Well, yes and no. I would feel funny saying "you look great". I mean, she's an adult and it would seem almost like I was hitting on her" I lied.

My mother sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. 

"I've failed. I only hope that one day you learn to give a few compliments. Be generous of heart. I don't know if that's in the bible or I heard it somewhere, but try it sometime. Amaze your wife-if you ever get married. Now go call your father for dinner."

Maybe this is good "inside" information, I thought. Like something you might find in one of those "How To Get Girls" books. Give extra compliments. I would try it if I remembered. I was also going to try something more brazen: going without underwear. Maybe Carol would go crazy if she saw my well-formed six and a half inch dick. I couldn't wait to see her.

Thinking and doing are two very different things. By the time I next went over to Carol's to work out I had chickened out. I went half-way. Instead of going sans underwear, I borrowed the best pair of my fathers boxer shorts. They were loose enough to show most everything. This gave me a chance to let Carol see me, but I could pretend it was unintentional. Very clever, I thought.

Carol was glad to see me and I got a quick kiss at our greeting. Like lovers almost, I thought. Stupidly. Anyway, we got started, and right away Carol mentioned running into my mom. She must have worried that my parents suspected something, because she asked a lot of questions. I told her that my dad lived in a world of his own (he was trying to keep a struggling farm equipment business together), and my mom was nothing but supportive. I didn't tell Carol that my mom also said I should compliment her, but I did try it. Towards the end of our workout. 

"You are shaping up. Really. Looking good"

Carol practically fell apart, smiling and thanking me. She had on shorts and a sweatshirt ripped across the waist. Nothing too sexy, but the moment gave me a chance to look her over "objectively", which meant I could stare at her body a little. She didn't mind-if she noticed.

She tried not to notice my exposed manhood when we were on the bench, but she couldn't NOT notice when she held my feet for sit-ups. I could tell she was trying not to laugh. 

"Eric, what's with the boxers? I can see your family jewels. One of them, anyway."

She could see my balls, but my dick was hard and laying flat against my stomach. I feigned innocence.

"What? Oh, I ran out of clean briefs. You can see me?"

"I can see your balls clearly and you know it, too. Why else would you have an erection?"

I was caught, but Carol was cool.

"How come you have hair on your legs, but no hair on your...balls?"

I had no answer.

"I feel like Mrs. Robinson, only in reverse. Did you see The Graduate?"

I hadn't, and said so.

"Well an older woman seduces a young graduate. Big hit way back."

We switched off and I held Carol's feet. She couldn't talk much because of the effort to do 100 sit-ups. When she was done, she turned over.

"If you don't mind touching my sweaty body, would you massage my lower back? It felt so nice the last time you touched me there."

I said I wouldn't mind, but when I tried to find a position, kneeling on the concrete besides her was very uncomfortable. 

"I'll scoot up a little on the mat."

I kneeled between Carol's legs, but I had to spread them a little to get closer and be comfortable while I massaged her back. Carol started "ooohing" and "aaaahing" the moment I touched her. Her sweatshirt kept sliding down, so I pushed it up, exposing a white bra strap. I fingered the little tag.

"36 C" I said out loud.

"Hey!" Carol protested, but good-naturedly. "That's private. Don't be too impressed, anyway. I'm not sure I'm a "C" anymore, what with my weight loss."

I offered to measure her, just to be sure. 

"I'm sure you'd like that." She murmured into her towel. More sounds escaped her as I massaged up to her bra strap and down to the top of her shorts. I offered to undo her bra strap.

"It's my lower back that hurts."

I could massage lower down on your back if you took off your shorts"

"You're so helpful. I think you just want to look at my rear end, though. Or maybe not, seeing how big it is."

I took a deep breath and ran my hands over her butt "professionally". 

"You have a great rear. Very shapely." I said.

"Thank you. It's getting better, thanks in part to you."

"So are you going to take your shorts off?" I asked again. "I've already seen you in your underwear." 

"Don will be home any minute. We should stop."

And we did, leaving one very frustrated and horny guy. I got a nice kiss before I went home, but I have to say it was anti-climatic after touching her butt.

We had "scheduling conflicts" and worked out separately the next time around, which was no fun. We almost missed the next time, too, but I decided not to go to a softball game Saturday afternoon. Instead, I worked out with Carol rather than doing it alone Saturday morning like we normally would. It turned out to be the best choice I ever made. Carol had two margaritas at a shower or get-together of some kind. She doesn't drink much, so she was in a very good mood when we started. Very flirtatious. She flashed me by lifting her sweatshirt above her bra when I was on the bench and wiggled her butt once when she was just inches from my face. I tried to slap it lightly but she jumped out of the way. My dick jumped, too. Straight up, and I couldn't hide it. Carol noticed and made some joke. 

I regretted not wearing boxers again when it came time for the sit-ups, but it didn't matter. Carol noticed I wasn't hard anymore and asked if I had gotten bored with her. I was about to answer truthfully and say "no", but I held my tongue for a second and then answered "yes" to tease her. It was the right answer, because Carol felt challenged and immediately flashed her bra-clad breasts, then started massaging up my calves. That did it. I was hard again. Carol stared.

"You know, I've only seen one penis in my lifetime. Up close, I mean."

Carol stopped holding my ankles and scooted up alongside me, trailing her hand along my thighs and stomach. I guess the sit-ups were over. I flopped back down on my back and watched her over my heaving chest. I wasn't sure if I should come right out and say "Sure. Have a look at me. I'd love it." Or, play it cool and let her take the lead. Maybe because I was tired I let her take the lead. She continued to tease me with her fingers, sliding one finger along the elastic band of my shorts and briefs, then two, then her hand. The next thing I knew, she pulled my shorts down a little and slipped her whole hand in. It was history in the making: the first time a girl or woman had held me. It felt great and I spread my legs a little and pushed up to meet Carols hand. Carol ran her fingers along the shaft, then grabbed me more forcefully, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. 

"Mmmmm. You're nice. Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Are you kidding? It's the best feeling in the world.."

Carol gave me a wide-eyed, playful look and pulled down my shorts a little more to have free access to my dick. I lifted my butt to help her and relaxed while she flopped my manhood this way and that and held it differently.

"It really IS nice" she said, making an "O" with her fingers and slipping that "O" up and down the head of my cock. I jumped.

"Are you going to come?"

I said I might if she did it much longer.

"Can I? Can I make you have an orgasm?"

"What about your husband." I asked nervously. "What if he comes home?"

"Scout trip. Jamboree weekend."

Carol smiled.

"Be a good scout! Relax and let me have my fun. I'll be gentle. Maybe even give you a personal merit badge."

I shook my head in amazement and lay back to enjoy the sensations. It took a great deal of effort not to come. Even so, I came in a few short minutes, nervously, as I was embarrassed about where my sperm might fly. It flew straight up and landed on Carol's arms and my stomach. Some probably got on the mat, too, because I spurted several times. Carol made more noise than I did. She breathed louder, anyway. I pulled away from her touch after I came. Hadn't known my dick was so sensitive after coming. Carol snuggled up to me and whisper-talked in my ear.

"That was nice. I loved making you come. You deserve that for sticking with me all these months."

I said...what DID I say? Probably something like I didn't mind at all and I was glad we could help each other.

Carol's hand went back to my dick. I tensed a little.

"I'll be gentle. I just like to feel you. Do you mind?"

I didn't and said so. But after a minute or so I came to my senses.

"Your turn. Lay on your stomach and I'll massage you again."

"You don't mind?"

I gave her a look as if she had just asked the dumbest question in the world. Maybe she had.

"I'm hot, now" Carol said and turned away from me pulling off her sweatshirt top. She reached behind her to unsnap her bra and lay down on the mat, folding her towel beneath her face. I reached to pull off her shorts. Carol stopped me, then said "okay". I snaked her shorts down her legs, admiring her butt in lacy white Hanes bikini panties. When I tried to slip them off, Carol said "No." I was as disappointed as Columbus would have been if he never "found" the New World.

"Come on" I protested. "You've seen me."

"I know. I'm just really shy. Part of me anyway."

I wanted to stick my face right in Carol's crotch, but I moved alongside her and started massaging her back.

"Do you still think I'm hot?" Carol murmured.

I reassured her that I did. "More than ever." 

Carol turned her head to look at me, but said nothing until she saw my dick, which was once again standing stiffly upright. She laughed.

"There's proof. It's good to know that at least one person in the world finds me sexy."

"VERY sexy." I corrected her, letting my hand slide down and caress her ass. Carol wiggled her backside at the touch, so I abandoned her back with one hand and began massaging her full cheeks through her panties. 

"Mmmmm. I love your touch. I wanted to touch you months ago-and let you touch me, but people's lives can be destroyed for doing things like this. Changed forever, anyway. I decided a couple weeks ago that it was worth it, though. You know I don't have a great marriage, don't you?"

"Umm-hmm. I'm sorry."

"Well you're not to blame. In fact you're the best thing in my life right now. I can't tell you how fond of you I am. I shouldn't anyway, but I am."

"I think about you all the time, too." I said.

"Yes, but do you like me? Do you think I'm a good person? Do you think I'm bad for letting this physical stuff happen?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

Carol changed the subject. "Do you masturbate thinking about me?"

I didn't want to admit to that, so I just made a noise.

"It's okay. I don't mind...I've thought about you."

"You're kidding. I can't imagine a woman-a grown woman--thinking about me." My curiosity was aroused like never before.

"What was I doing in your fantasy?" I asked.

"Pretty much what you're doing now. Just being gentle and loving. And interested."

I "hmmed" again and shifted position, spreading Carol's legs and kneeling between them. I began a massage of her lowest back and started working my way down. Carol sighed and closed her eyes. I began a worshipful, loving massage of her rear. Sliding my hands up and down the sides of her ass, then bringing them down across the round curve of her ass, then up, separating the cheeks with some firmness, then reversing myself. I stared at the mound of her pantie crotch and the wispy little hairs on either side. God was it a sexy sight!

"MMMMmmmm. Sooooo nice. Thank you for being so gentle."

I worked lower, teasing the area on each side of the white fabric strip. Carol made it even easier, spreading her legs slightly to accommodate my knees, which rubbed against her thighs. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. My massage became less and less "professional" and I started to tease and touch Carol intimately. My fingertips brushed the edge of her pubic hair briefly, then firmly for a moment before brushing against the protruding bumps of her labia. Carol groaned and pushed against the mat.

"You're teasing me, but ooooooh..I kind of like it. I DO like it. You're making me crazy. "

Again I said nothing, and let my hands do the talking. I rubbed the sides of Carol's ass blatantly with each hand, then boldly (for me!) slipped my thumb inside the legband of her panties. I felt Carol tense, but she didn't stop me. Her cheeks were soft, but I could feel muscle as she flexed. I grew bolder with each step, working towards the center of her ass, bunching her panties in the crack of her ass, exposing the pale untanned cheeks. I sucked in my breath at the sight, working slowly, massaging her more intimately with each passing minute. I got to the point where I could see a few small, stray hairs in her crack and then the darker skin around her anus. I stopped breathing then and I think Carol did, too. Every small noise inside and outside the house registered.




The Scoutmaster's Wife Ch. 01



Carol began squirming a little, moaning between short breaths, or just making dainty little noises. I had the hard-on of my life. Carol was almost exposed to me. A strip of flattened pubic hair was visible on each side of her crotch and the skin beneath it was a darker pink. The hairs felt sexy against my fingers. No one seems to like pubic hair anymore, but this was a middle-aged, non thong-wearing woman of the Mid-West in 1992. I thought her pubic hair was sexy.

After a few more minutes I had run out of things to do without actually touching Carol's pussy. So I tested her by brushing across the area with my fingertips, repeated the action, then very, very gently started to rub her.

"Ummm..Unnnnnnnnnnn.Ohhhhhhhhh God. Ohhhhhhhhhhh God."

I backed off slightly, rubbed her some more, then grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled down lightly. 

Carol groaned and lifted a hand to stop me.

"I'll be gentle" I said, and tugged at the waistband lightly.

Carol sighed deeply, then surprised me by lifting up her midsection. I pulled her panties down and held my breath as her pale ass cheeks were exposed, then her womanhood. She was a glorious sight. I stared at her wrinkled labia lips, nestled between a smattering of matted brown pubic hair. My first close-up of an actual woman! 

I wasn't sure how to proceed. I wanted to stick a finger inside her, but something told me I should play it cool; take my time a little and don't scare her off. So, eyes glued to the pink skin between her labia, I began massaging Carol above the knee. She made more noises. I worked my way up her legs slowly, taking in the creases in her skin, the mini-stretch marks, the goosebumps. Even though I tried taking my time I got to the promised land in three or four minutes. Carol quivered when my fingers first got close to her and she sighed when I caressed her upper thigh. I watched her labia intently. It didn't seem to be getting any bigger, which I was a little disappointed about. I'd heard it could happen. 

Soon my fingers and thumbs were alongside Carol's pinkish pussy lips and she was moaning in pleasure. I spread her fat outer labia. These were the body parts responsible for that enticing bulge in her panties, but now that Carol's legs were spread they flattened out considerably. Within those lips a light-pink area gave way to a ragged labia of a light brown color at the entrance to her vagina. The top (or bottom, seeing as she was on her tummy) of those lips formed a cover over the small and very light colored bead that was her clitoris. I couldn't wait to rub it and make Carol come, one of many fantasies I'd had. I began by running my fingers over Carol's pussy. She clamped her legs together at the first touch.

"Easy. Be very gentle."

And I was. I rubbed her pussy lips as delicately as I could for a few seconds then slipped the tip of my forefinger inside this glorious woman. Carol froze for a second, then spread her legs even more and made a long nnnnnnnnnnnnn-hhhhhhhh sound. I ran my finger around her moist inside, then stuck it farther inside her. Carol moaned and closed her legs for a moment. I pushed deeper and found my finger in all the way. I moved it left and right and made in and out motions, then tried to find her g-spot. It was mentioned in a book I read that my friend Brian had stolen from his older sister. I had a vague idea where it was and ran my finger back and forth over the area. My fingers explored the warm and slick walls of Carol's sex, but in vain. I never found the g-spot. I never found anything even resembling a spot, which was a letdown, but Carol sure didn't seem to mind my looking. She was writhing in pleasure with each touch. 

Gaining confidence, I slipped two fingers of my right hand into that lovely fold and massaged Carol's ass with my left hand. I loved the soft feel of her cheeks and found the crack of her ass and anus fascinating. At that stage in my life, it never even occurred to me to touch it, so I didn't.

I noticed Carol's breathing had become quicker, so I sped up the pace of my finger pumping. Carol moaned even louder. Something else happened that almost made me come: Carol's ass started shaking. My rhythmic thrusts made for a delightful and sexy jiggling of her soft posterior. I sucked air between my teeth at this unforeseen visual treat and vowed to make Carol come soon-before I did!

Remembering Carol's request that I be gentle, I began the lightest massage of the flesh around her clitoris. Even so, Carol stiffened and rose up on her elbows and arched her back. I thought I'd done something wrong until I heard her cry out.

"Oh, my! Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Carol's head bobbed back and forth quickly, then she arched her back and began speaking between quick little breaths

"Oh!..... oh...... oh..... oh.... Jesus..... Mary...... Joseph.... that..... feels.... soooooooo.... goood. So good!

Carol stopped talking and began making little hunching, wiggling moves. Her voice went higher and higher, making little squeals of delight, then she came, sucking in air and gasping. Her butt tightened and lifted off the mat, then she let out one long quiet scream.

I felt great: excited and privileged and more, but I didn't know what to say. I tried to continue massaging Carol's clitoris, thinking that I might give her multiple orgasms, but she reached down and held my hand still.

"I can't take any more. That was soooooo wonderful. You just have no idea. So nice....so nice. I feel like a different woman."

Carol was smiling at me. I smiled back and let her continue.

"If I had any strength at all, I'd jump your bones right now. I need a chance to recover...Maybe a shower. Then..."

Carol raised an eyebrow, then asked if I was expected back home. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that two hours had passed. I was expected back home for dinner. I made a face and mouthed the word "shit". 

"Maybe you could come back later-if you're not going out with MaryAnn." Carol asked, with a twinkle in her eye.

END of Part One. Please click on "Iowascout90" to go to Part 2



The Scoutmaster's Wife Ch. 02



Please read Part I of The Scoutmasters Wife before reading this. It will make more sense and a more fulfilling reading experience.

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I had a second window into the adult world that Saturday night. I had just experienced intimacy with an older woman, but now I had to make a difficult choice, the kind of choice adults often make. MaryAnn had called twice in my absence and wanted to go out that night. I wanted to go out, too, but Carol was waiting for me, almost begging to be fucked. But I sensed that MaryAnn and I would break up if I didn't go. Plus, my mother was on MaryAnn's side. She liked her. If I ducked out and went back to Carol's my mom would be suspicious. And that might blow everything. I'd lose both.

I'd like to say I was mature enough to have made the right decision on my own, but my mother was really the deciding factor. I showered, made a quick phone call of apology to Carol and left to go out with MaryAnn and two other couples. Carol was very disappointed, to say the least. I heard her voice echo in my ears right up until the movie began. After the movie we ended up necking out by the lake after a stop for burgers. The third couple drove separately and parked nearby. I was glad they drove alone because I found the guy a macho type with few smarts and he annoyed me. MaryAnn and I cuddled beneath a blanket in the back seat of a Chevrolet station wagon that belonged to her friend's mom. I heard the friend and her date giggling in front, which was kind of a turn-on. 

Thinking back, it was probably MaryAnn's frustration that made her a little looser that night... or the other couple in front. Maybe she thought she needed to "put out" to help our relationship. Whatever the case, I managed to get MaryAnn's pants and panties off and spent at least a half-hour getting to know her pussy intimately with my fingers. She had less pubic hair than Carol and seemed smoother or softer inside. Maybe because she was less experienced, she came quicker, cutely suppressing her little squeals of pleasure. She came twice in a span of 15 minutes and returned the favor, somewhat timidly. She did it, though, and I made a mess on that blanket. It could have been worse. I had already come in the shower when I got back from Carol's. 

I drove home at 2 am through misty fields, braking for rabbits and watching the moon through the trees. Life was good. I laughed out loud at one point, wondering who was going to clean that blanket. Several times I lifted my index and middle finger to my nose and sniffed essence of MaryAnn, then sniffed again. What a day!

I called Carol the next morning but missed her. She'd gone to church. By the time she got home my dad had a "project" for me at his business. I spent the afternoon sullenly moving files and desks and scraping old linoleum from the floor. Dad cheerfully pointed out that I didn't need to workout that day because it was such good exercise. I gave him a disgusted look and attacked a stubborn patch of linoleum adhesive. What would he say if I told him I could have gotten laid instead?

Monday evening Carol and I finally met again for a workout. To my great disappointment her husband was home. I was sooooo pissed. 

"How was your date?" Carol asked cheerfully.

"Good" I replied. "Very good". 

"What did you guys do?"

"Movie. Eats... The Lake."

"Parking?" Carol asked, sitting down besides me. "How far did you get with "Miss Malted."

"A gentleman NEVER tells" I said, giving her a long and pointed look. She ignored me. I thought I was supposed to get credit for saying that.

"Oh, but you can tell ME! I'm a woman. It's not like locker room talk among men that would hurt a gal's reputation... Did you get as far as this?" she asked, pinching my nipple playfully and giving me a wink.

I tried not to react, but she saw something in my eyes and moved down towards my crotch.

"You did! Oh, well... did you get this far?" she asked, sitting besides me and rubbing my hardening dick through my shorts and looking up seductively.

I said nothing, but smiled. Big time. This was better than I expected with her husband home.

"Hmmm. That MaryAnn is a tart!" (I guess she knew her name after all)

"Did you go all the way with her?"

Carol looked serious now, and a little vulnerable. I debated how to answer, then shook my head. Carol was obviously relieved. The teasing tone left her voice and she spoke quietly.

"Good. I want to be the first, you know... I've wanted you for weeks."

I stopped my leg reps and Carol laid her head on my chest, looking up at me. It was a "wow" moment, even if it wasn't sexual. Carol then surprised me by straddling my body and getting on top of me. It wasn't comfortable, but it was sexy. She kissed me tentatively, then passionately, balancing her body along mine and shifting slightly to feel my hardness.

"I went to church Sunday. Guilt, probably. I don't go that often anymore. It's never been the same since I stopped teaching Sunday School there years ago. Anyway... I was looking for a sign to stop things with you. I got nothing from it. Nothing. I started to get mad after a while. So many hypocrites saying "Amen" to everything. The car dealer screws everybody on every deal... The mayor treats his wife like dirt... What's his name, the contractor, had to give back 15,000 dollars he overcharged the Board of Education... "

"I'm no better" she continued. "I'm Miss Prim, the Scoutmaster's wife. For weeks I walked around with wet panties thinking about a certain young man... then I let him rub my body and take my panties off and touch me like husband and wife."

I just raised my eyebrows. I didn't know what to say. Carol snuggled against me and whispered.

"What's even worse... I don't care. I want you. I want to teach you the right way to make love to a woman... the right things to say... and like the words to that song, I want you to want me. Who wrote that? Rod Stewart?... No, I'm showing my age. I'm totally off."

My position wasn't comfortable with Carol on top of me, but I didn't want her to move, so I slowly took a deep breath and tried to make my voice sound normal. 

"You may have wanted me for weeks, but I've wanted you for months."

I reached up and pretended to grab Carol casually to balance her, but really I just wanted to get my hands on her. I held her ass cheeks and massaged very lightly. Carol raised her eyebrows and wiggled slightly, smiling seductively.

It was more than I could take. I spoke up.

"I have a confession to make" 

Carol gave me a quizzical look.

"I'm very uncomfortable. Can we move to the floor or something? This bench is narrow and hard".

Carol jumped up and apologized.

"Sorry. Finish your reps. I'll... spot for you".

It wasn't what I had in mind but Carol grinned and stood close to me while I bench-pressed my quota. She stroked my biceps approvingly, then stood and flapped the bottom of her sweatshirt. 

"It's hot in here."

It wasn't. Carol just wanted an excuse to tease me. When she pulled her sweatshirt out I could see her yellow bra. I stopped pumping to stare at those beautiful breasts sticking out in that yellow bra, but she let the sweatshirt drop back against her body.

"Tired already?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. Carol knelt down by me and spoke conspiratorially.

"Chief Eagle Scout upstairs makes this squaw wish she had her own teepee."

I laughed. Carol smiled and ran her hand up under my t-shirt to massage my chest and nipples then toyed with the waistband of my shorts. Moments later, she held my dick in her hand and squeezed the head.

"It's too quiet down here. Rattle the weights or something."

I shifted position and pumped her hand as she held me.

"There's a Scoutmaster's meeting Thursday night at Leo's house. Can you come over Thursday night?"

"Sure" I replied between groans as she massaged my penis. To my dismay, however, she stopped and stood up.

"Come over about 6. Don should be gone by then." Carol started up the stairs as she spoke. " I'll try and contain myself until then, but if you hear a pebble against your window at night, let me in."

I said I would and tried to smile, but I was disappointed that nothing more sexual had happened. On the way home I had to laugh. If Carol had touched me two weeks ago the world would have stopped turning. Now I felt deprived just because I didn't have an orgasm. Well, I had one later that night. Or two. And probably two more Tuesday night and two more Wednesday night.

It was difficult concentrating on anything in the next few days. Anything except sex, that is. Several times a day in class I'd have to force myself to think about something else or get very interested in what the teacher was saying so my dick wasn't sticking straight out of my pants. I got through the next 72 hours somehow and struggled through homework Thursday afternoon while watching the clock every two minutes. 

At dinner I lied and told my mother I had finished my homework and was going over to "The Scoutmasters" to workout and then over to Kevin's. Leaving Carol's name out of it made it seem less suspicious, but of course my mother chose THAT moment to ask about Carol and if she was still working out. 

"Sometimes" I lied. Then Mom changed the subject.

I put on extra deodorant and a little cologne before going over to Carol's, then washed off the cologne, thinking it would be difficult to explain away if I ran into my mother on the way out. I was getting paranoid. No wonder people are always lying about affairs in the movies, I thought. Then lying about the lies.

I got to Carol's promptly at 6 and let myself in. I heard commotion upstairs as The Scoutmaster raced off to his meeting. Then all was quiet for a minute or two until I heard the toilet flush. A moment later Carol opened the basement door and called my name, walking halfway down. She was still dressed for work in black slacks and a gray blouse. Our eyes met and Carol smiled, but I sensed that something wasn't right. Carol motioned me upstairs.

"I'm jumpy as hell" she said. "My nerves are shot! I've slept poorly every night and worn a pad every day in case I got too wet thinking about you. This cheating thing is hard on a person. I can hardly look my husband in the eye."

I mumbled something in agreement and said I felt like I would be caught if I made one mistake. We hugged after that and just stood holding each other for a few seconds before Carol spoke.

"I kind of want to take a shower... be nice and clean for you."

I was flattered and shook my head oddly.

"What?" Carol asked. "What was that look about?"

I told her it was amazing to be treated like an adult, like an equal. Carol smiled and took me by the hand.

"Some are more equal than others. Do you want a soda or something?'

I declined.

"I'll just be a few minutes."

"Should I wait in the kitchen?" I asked.

"Anywhere you want." Carol replied.

"How about in the bathroom with you?" I blurted out.

Carol's mouth and eyes opened wide and she smiled. Then she held out both hands to me.

"You want to shower with me? Come on!"

Now it was my mouth and eyes that were open wide. I couldn't believe what was happening. Sex with an older woman, yes, but showering? That was soooo adult-like. I took Carol's hands in a daze as she led me down the hall to bathroom that also connected to her bedroom. 

I'd like to say I was suave and assured next, but I was anything but. I didn't know where to sit, how to act or what to do. Carol probably sensed this and took charge. We hugged again and kissed several times and hugged some more, not because we loved hugging as much as we were both nervous about what came next.

"Is it sexier if I undress for you or if you undress me?" Carol asked with a nervous laugh. I thought for a second before replying.

"It's kind of half and half. It seems sexier if you take your bra off for me but sexier if I take your panties off. I don't know why."

"That sounds good to me. A compromise. Okay... Sit on the toilet then." She put the cover down.

I sat. Mouth dry, penis hard, excited. Carol kicked her heels into the corner, then toyed with the bottom of her blouse for a moment. 

"You know the light in here was designed to show everything so you could put on makeup. You can see every hair and stretchmark and sag. I'd rather light a candle, but I just know the neighbors would think there was a fire and call the fire department!"

I shrugged my shoulders sympathetically. Carol took a deep breath.

"Okay, here goes."

Carol lifted her blouse up over her head, turned and hung it on a hook, then turned back to me and stood so close to me I had to move my knees apart. She was wearing an ivory colored bra with a little lace pattern and she held her hands in front of her shyly for a few moments, then dropped them. The sight of her cleavage and round breasts was awesome.

"Ready?" she asked, with eyes bright.

I took another deep breath and nodded. Carol reached behind her, which had the effect of thrusting her breasts forward. She unsnapped the hooks but left the bra in place.

"You have to remember I'm middle-aged. I'm not a high school girl. Every woman sags in time."

I nodded again.

"Okay."

Carol pulled her bra away and I was left staring at a wonderful set of pale C-cup tits with light brown areolas and slightly darker nipples. I could see some stretch marks and a bit of sagging, but they still looked magnificent to me. Magnificent and round and soft and incredibly wonderful. I found the wrinkles of her nipples and the pattern of the surrounding areola intriguing. Carol dropped her shoulder to make her breasts sway slightly, which tied for the sexiest sight I had ever seen.

"Oh my God" I whispered, and I really WAS reverent. I'm sure my mouth was open.

"You can touch them" Carol half-whispered, making them sway again.

At that moment I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. How could life get better? I swallowed and tentatively took a breast in each hand and "weighed" them, then massaged them with my fingertips and tugged a nipple lightly. Carol made a sound, took a deep breath and steadied herself by putting her hands on my shoulders. That placed her breasts an inch from my face, so I leaned forward and kissed between them, marveling at the softness on my cheek as I did so. Carol sighed again as I kissed up and down between her breasts, then around her breasts, then the white undersides. What I really wanted, though, was the nipple. I shifted Carol to one side and pulled the delicate nipple from her left breast into my mouth, tongued it and sucked it until I heard Carol moan several times, then repeated the action with the other nipple. I sucked this one a little harder and tried to suck more of Carol's breast into my mouth. Carol moaned loudly, then coached me a little.

"Careful. Not too rough."

I umm-hmmmed and went back to the other nipple, reaching around Carol to caress her backside a little. She still had her slacks on, so I fumbled around a bit, looking for the zipper.

"Other side" Carol laughed, turning and presenting me with her right hip. I felt a little foolish, but as I slid the zipper down Carol's slacks suddenly dropped to the floor and I was looking at a sexy pair of panties hugging an incredibly sexy and feminine body.

I had to take another breath. What a sight! There's no way words can describe the moment; the curve of her ass cheek, the shadow of pubic hair beneath the fabric, the womanly roundness from stomach down to the bulge of her labia, the softness of the nylon fabric, the soft skin I kneaded on the back of her legs, the overwhelming femininity... the feeling of intimacy from being in her bathroom. It was so intense that a thought flashed through my mind comparing the moment to honeymoon sex.

I drew Carol close to me and kissed her stomach while caressing the back of her legs, then slid my hands up to hold her rear in my hands. More deep breaths. Several. I caressed each cheek through her panties, then slipped my hands inside the legband and caressed the softest cheeks not on a baby. Carol made more "mmmmmm" sounds as I rubbed and tugged her ass cheeks with my hands. I seized the thin waistband of Carol's panties in my teeth and tried to tug them off, but I couldn't get my head low enough.

Carol laughed at my efforts. 

"You could take them off the old fashioned way and use your hands, Tiger."

"Tiger." I might have blushed at that, but I was so pre-occupied with Carol's panties I didn't even care. I reluctantly took my hands out of the legbands of the delightful ivory garment and slipped them inside the waistband at Carol's back and pulled down. I dawdled a bit when my hands were re-united with her smooth ass, then pulled the panties down to Carol's knees and below. Carol leaned on me while she stepped out of them and tossed them to the side with her foot. She was naked. NAKED!

I tried not to stare at the juncture of her thighs.

"Twenty-four dollars for that bra and pantie set, young man. That's the most I've ever spent on underwear, so I hope you appreciate it."

I nodded enthusiastically. No way would I ever confess to her that some of her panties had found their way to my bedroom. How could you tell a woman that you practically wore her panties on your head and sniffed her deliriously intoxicating scent while a delicious orgasm wracked your body? Carol interrupted my thoughts. 

"You're quiet. Everything okay? You're not too disappointed with my body?"

I gave her a look.

"You have a fabulous body: Womanly, soft, beautiful... I'm overwhelmed. I don't know what Cleopatra looked like, but... "

"But?"

"But I can't imagine a body much better than yours."

Carol laughed.

"Cleopatra? Yeah, a body this good only comes along every two thousand years or so."

Carol ran her hands through my hair.

"You're not bad for a slave boy."

I laughed at that and sat on the floor between Carol's legs. Sitting on the toilet was too high for what I wanted to do next: taste her. Taste a woman.

I made Carol shiver by running my hands up and down her legs, then pulled her closer to me as I sat with my back against the sink. Looking up I could see the ragged line that was her labia between her pubic hair, the underside of two lovely breasts and Carol smiling. I smiled back, then began my assault on the female feast before me. I caressed Carol's legs a little more, then ran my fingers into her pubic hair, pulling the hairs back to expose her outer labia and pink and glistening inner lips. This was it. The big moment.

I massaged around those delicate lips for a minute, getting sweet moans in return, then inserted a fingertip. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Carol grabbed the sink for support and pushed her stomach forward and down toward me.

I pushed my fingertip farther up and wiggled it. Carol bucked instinctively and swiveled around my finger. I rotated my finger and pushed it in and out several times.

"Ummmmmm. Oh... Ohh... Ohhhhhhhh my. That's heavenly."

Carol's body twisted and shifted as I touched her. Looking up, I caught a glimpse of a swaying breast and Carol with eyes closed. I continued my inexperienced probing and teasing, taking a deep breath occasionally and delighting in the way Carol moved as I touched her. I could smell her now and the scent was driving me crazy. I had to taste her. I had to bury my face in her pussy. It was a primal and uncontrollable urge.

I leaned forward and began kissing Carol's inner thighs, nuzzling the soft flesh with my lips and mouth. Carol lifted herself on her toes, then settled back down as I continued. Her delighted little squeals filled the air.

As I got higher, Carol pulled my hair gently, stopping me.

"You know where you're going, cowboy?"

"Umm-hmm"

"You're sure?"




The Scoutmaster's Wife Ch. 02



Another "Hmm-hmm" from me.

"Really, really, sure?"

I nodded. Carol shook her head.

"Maybe we should move in to the bedroom. Get more comfortable... Open a bottle of champagne first and let me cry. "

I must have looked confused.

"Happy tears."

Carol smiled and helped me up. We kissed and kissed some more as Carol undressed me. I was harder than hard and a little shy. Then Carol stopped me.

"About that shower... " 

"Oh, yeah." I had totally forgotten.

"I think I'll rinse off real quick. I'd say join me, but there really isn't much room."

Carol kissed me once hard and turned to adjust the water. I felt odd and wasn't sure if I should just stand there or hold a towel for her or do something else, so I mumbled something about a drink, hauled my pants back on lest someone see me through a window, and left to raid the fridge for a drink. Diet Ginger Ale was the best I could find, but it was wet and cold and gave me something to do, so I popped it and slowly made my back to the bedroom, avoiding every window. I took off my pants and sat on the bed, wondering what was going to happen next in this strange adult world I was now part of, then Carol emerged in a light blue robe. She turned off one bright light and turned on a low wattage lamp.

"Nervous?" she asked.

"Not really. It just feels... unreal."

I reached for Carol and put my arms around her lower back and let them drop to hold her ass through the robe. I opened her robe and put my head against her bare stomach. Carol sighed."

"Wait. I want another kiss first."

I was happy to oblige and rose, slipping my arms inside her robe to touch bare skin while we held each other. We kissed tentatively, then breathlessly and deeply. I loved the feel of her cool ass-cheeks in my hand and massaged them over and over, pulling Carol to me as we kissed. I felt her pushing against my erect penis and I pushed back against her, relenting when I sensed a hand slipping in to hold me. Carol's soft hand flicked up and down my shaft lightly, then she squeezed me hard and whispered in my ear.

"I just love the feel of your penis. I'm such a prude I can't even say "Dick". Anyway, it turns me on so much just to hold you. Your... dick feels so warm and alive. If you're going to use your mouth on me, I'll have to reciprocate, even if I'm not very good.

"You don't have to" I said instinctively, guilty of the naïve, old-fashioned thinking that presumed women didn't like to do such things. 

"I want to!" Carol protested. "In fact... "

The next few minutes turned my world upside down. Carol sank to her knees, grabbed my ass and rubbed her face in my crotch, sometimes kissing up and down the shaft of my dick, other times just rubbing her cheeks against my prick and whatever you call the space between stomach and thigh on either side. One hand lightly cupped my balls for a while, then her fingertips took over. I rocked back and forth, gulping air, taking in such odd details of the room as the different style alarm clocks on each side of the bed and why there were three pillows for two people.

Apparently Carol's position wasn't quite right, so she turned me and sat me on the bed. Using both hands, she flung her bathrobe off next and ran her hands up my legs slowly. I was mesmerized by her dangling breasts and succeeded in grabbing one oh-so-soft boob before I was pushed back on the bed and it became out of reach. The next thing I knew Carol flipped her hair back, smiled and rolled my dick between her palms for a second before steadying it with one hand and slipping the head between her lips. I felt her tongue tease the head and her lips swirl around it, then a gentle sucking. I lifted my hips unconsciously. Carol pushed me back down and grabbed my balls with a hand while she continued to experiment with different techniques. Watching the maroon-colored tip of my dick go in and out of her mouth, her lips flex around the tip, her tongue flick over the sensitive tip, was like an out-of-body experience. Another milestone in my sexual development was at hand and it felt wonderful, like I had scored the winning run for the school championship or won the auto at the Iowa State Fair drawing or... scored with the woman of my fantasies. It was fabulous and only going to get better. 

I experimented with imagery to keep me from coming, including focusing on a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling, a smell you wouldn't want to know about, and what it felt like to be hit with a baseball in the nose. Nothing worked for long, though, and I felt those familiar muscles in my groin begin to contract. I started to mumble something about orgasm, so Carol grabbed a wad of Kleenex with one hand from the bedside and continued to bob her head and massage the head of my dick with her lips until I exploded. I felt the sperm drain from me in sustained pumps, not the quick pumps like when you masturbate. It happened three or four times, then died down to some dribbling spurts. Carol must have swallowed some, but she was holding Kleenex to the corner of her mouth to catch the rest. 

A minute later Carol finished cleaning up and disposed of the tissue. She climbed back on the bed and I was once again mesmerized by those swaying breasts. I think Carol had wanted to lie on top of me and snuggle, but she relented while I toyed with her breasts, cupping them, pulling the nipples with my fingertips and ultimately slipping a firm nipple into my mouth and sucking. I started getting hard again right then. Not much, maybe, but the feel of that nipple in my mouth, and Carol's gentle moans started me back up.

"Oh, honey... honey, that feels so nice. Ummmmm... UUMMMmmmm. Love my boobs, honey... ummm-hmmm."

Little slurping sounds filled the air as I sucked each nipple in my mouth and kissed the soft valley between Carol's breasts or the pale underside. As heavenly as it was, I began exploring other parts of Carol's body after ten minutes or so, running my hands from her upper back down her lower back and onto her ass cheeks and back up. Predictably, my hands spent more and more of their time on the lower regions until I was doing nothing more than caressing her ass, fast and slow, up and down, right hand to left cheek and left hand to right cheek. I pulled Carol against me, and though I wasn't hard, she was all too happy to rub her clitoris against my pubic bone, another factor that helped my eventual recovery. Who wouldn't get hard again with an attractive woman on top of you making cute little "ummhhpppphh" noises in your ear while she wiggled against you? 

Although I might get hard again eventually, I had one more immediate goal: performing oral sex on Carol. I shifted out from under her and slid down the bed, spreading Carol's legs nonchalantly. Carol started laughing, then stopped herself and smiled at me. 

"If this goes well I might ask you to marry me."

Now it was my turn to laugh, but it was a short laugh. I had urgent business to attend to. I could see that just leaning down in the middle of the bed would be a little uncomfortable, so I gently pulled Carol down towards the edge of the bed and knelt down on the carpet. There. I spread Carol's legs a little and stopped. I stopped because I think my heart stopped. Carol's pussy, the picture of womanhood in the soft bedroom light, was open and waiting for me. I took a deep breath and began kissing up the inside of Carol's thighs. She jumped at the first touch of my lips and murmured encouragement as I kissed the soft skin of one leg, then the other. I caressed each leg with my hands and tickled her with my fingertips, forcing her legs wider still, causing her inner labia to part from her outer labia and stand alone, wet and glistening. A thin trail of pubic hair was visible on each side of her pussy and a modest patch on top. I licked my lips unconsciously, took a deep breath and dove in. 

I dragged my tongue along Carol's thigh close to her pussy and took pleasure in feeling her body "freeze" at the contact. Inhaling deeply of her scent, I wiggled the tip of my tongue around the outside of Carol's pussy, going up one side into her pubic hair, back down again almost to her anus and up the other side. I didn't know what I was doing, but I did know I was supposed to take my time. I had intentions of taking much longer, but Carol moaned and spread her legs wider and I couldn't resist. I moved in.

The first time my tongue flicked across Carol's labia she jerked and gave a little high-pitched shriek. She jerked a little the second time, too, closing her thighs around my head briefly, then spreading her legs again.

I paused a half-second to savor Carol's taste on my tongue and take a breath. Her taste was like nothing else. Eagerly, I leaned back in and started teasing her with my flicking tongue.

"Ohhhhhhh... God. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooohhhhh that feels so good. I've wanted this for sooooooooooo long. Soooooooooooo long."

I kept up the flicking motion for a few minutes and got so turned on seeing Carol squirming that I began grinding against the floor. She'd moan, turn one way, then another, moan again, and her body would kind of undulate and her legs would close around me, then open wide. It was so sexy and I was sooo close to coming. I was also tiring. Or my tongue was from the constant flicking. Unsure what to do next, I began a slower, easier, washing motion of her labia with my tongue, stopping every now and then to stick my tongue as far as I could into the warm, wet void that was her vagina. 

"Oooo-oooo honey-honey-honey... Eric... Oh... GOD!!!"

Carol rose off the bed to meet me when I began sucking her labia into my mouth. She twisted and gyrated under the assault and it made my "work" a little harder, but it was so sexy. 

"UMMMmmmmmnn!... Uhhhhhhhhh!" Carol's breath exploded in quick little bursts. Little squeals of delight joined the chorus when I started concentrating on the clitoris, rolling the firm little bud between my lips, unconsciously making little "mmm" sounds myself as Carol squirmed and flopped her legs.

"Oh my sweet boy. My sweet... uh!... uh!... uh!." Carol was nearing orgasm and it didn't take an expert to tell. I started sucking fervently on her clitoris and all hell broke loose. Carol's body began an up and down pumping and her thighs clamped on my head. I couldn't move, but I didn't care. Carol reached down with her hand and held my head against her as I sucked her clitoris and fluttered my aching lips on the sensitive organ. 

I heard a distant "Ahhh----uuhhhhh---uhh!... uhhh! through ears that were clamped between damp thighs, then a long and descending "OHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sound." 

I had done it! Performed oral sex on the woman of my dreams and given her an orgasm. My face was soaking wet with Carol's juices, but I loved it. I loved the feeling of being so intimate with a woman. Neither of us moved for a minute, then Carol relaxed her legs and I joined her on the bed. Then she saw my face.

"Oh my God, your face is soaking wet!" 

I think Carol was a little embarrassed, because she grabbed some tissue and started wiping me off vigorously. When she finished we just lay there holding each other, breathing hard, with an occasional long and quiet "mmmmm."

"Okay, it's official" Carol laughed. "I'll marry you."

I think I just waggled my eyes or something, because I didn't know what else to say. Carol began to idly caress my body. Then she came across my once-again fully erect dick.

"The honeymoon begins NOW!" Carol cried in amazement and maneuvered herself on top of me, then slowly lowered herself down my shaft.

"Ohhhh, this is good! Sooooo goood." she squealed.

I felt the tip of my dick separate Carol's hot folds, then an all-enveloping warmth. I exhaled in delight as our bodies joined. I felt her stomach on mine, her soft ass on my legs. I reached up and began massaging her breasts, pulling her nipples and generally lavishing attention on those lovely hanging mounds.

It was my turn to moan now, and I did. I may have been in control before, but not now. As Carol worked her body up and down my modest but hard shaft, I knew I wouldn't last long. Her tits swayed, her pussy felt wonderful and Carol did a little move each time our bodies met that must have increased the pressure on her clit. It was just a little hunching wiggle, but it had a big effect on me. Carol had a big smile on her face, which was another factor, and she was looking me right in the eye. Ordinarily I'd look away after awhile, but she was looking at me so lovingly it would have been rude to look away, so I didn't. I shook my head in amazement once again. She was just too good to be true. This bright, funny, sexy, woman wanted to be with too-young-to drink ME!

I lasted all of five minutes. It was going to be four, but Carol sensed I was about to come and started going real slow, almost stopping. I didn't think there would be any fluid in me after coming so recently, but I managed a respectable spurt or two, thanks to the recuperative powers of youth. Better yet was the warm feeling that electrified me as I came. And though I lost my hardness pretty quickly, Carol didn't seem to be affected that much. Instead of pumping my dick, she closed her eyes and began a motion that must have brought her clitoris in contact with my pubic bone. She leaned forward a little a ground herself against me in little bumping shoves of her body. That's as good as I can describe it. The action brought her bouncing breasts close to my face again, and though I wasn't in a good position to suck them, I couldn't resist pulling her nipples.

"Oh, yes! Pull my nipple... I love that... pull both nipples... it will help make me... yes... harder, just a little harder... I'm getting there... I'm getting there... I'm... ohhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD!... I'm coming again. I'm uh... uh... coming... I'm... ohhhhhhh.

And with that, Carol collapsed against me. We hugged and I kissed her ears and her hair and her neck and a part of her shoulder, because that's all I could reach. It felt good to have her on top of me. A few minutes passed and I started to get nervous about the time. I looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside. 

"Carol, it's 8:43."

Carol didn't respond for second or two, then she took a deep breath and raised her head.

"How can life be so good and bad at the same time?"

-o0o-

Epilogue:

Some dialogue I can't remember exactly, but that line will ring in my head forever, and it seems a good place to end this reminiscence. Everything that happened after that night is anticlimactic. Carol and I had some good times, to be sure, but Carol and Don "separated" within months and Carol moved in with her sister in Charlotte, North Carolina. That's the last I heard. I still live in Iowa and I'm happily married to MaryAnn. I wasn't sure you could find True Love in a small town (33 in our graduating class) after what Carol said, but I think we did (although MaryAnn threatens to divorce me and run off with the UPS guy every other month).

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