I remember being seventeen with a higher sex drive than most proper adults, because of my early exposure to pornographic content on the internet. But of all my teenage erotic experimentation, no experience shaped my sexual preferences more than my first steamy encounter with my hot middle-aged neighbour, Miss Adunni.
She had lived next door to us forever, and was more of a family friend than a neighbour. She had an excellent rapport with my mum, and always brought us a ton of things from her travels to Paris where she stayed for three months every year. She worked as a freelance French translator for various organisations and as a result she was widely travelled. She always had interesting stories from her trips to various parts of the world. She was single and although she must have had her fair share of flings, boyfriends and suitors, she never brought anyone home. Not even female friends. Whenever she was home, she kept to herself and seldom left the comfort of her house unless it was to spend time in ours. She was a beautiful tall woman with smooth chocolate skin and a big body. She sported a luxurious blown-out afro and had moderate-sized breasts compared to the size of her body. She wasn’t plus sized or even chubby, she just had a large amazon-like frame. Her ass more than made up for what she lacked in boobs. Her thighs were amazing to look at in the array of mini skirts that constituted her wardrobe, and she had a beautiful slightly gap-toothed smile. I never noticed the sexuality she exuded until I began to explore my newly discovered haven of pornographic thrills. Suddenly, I was aware of the similarities between my 35yr old aunty Adunni and the milfs in my favorite X-rated videos getting fucked by that lucky old bagger, Santa Claus. Sneaking peeks up her skirt was easy enough. They were always short skirts and most positions she sat in unwittingly favored my voyeurism, so more often than not I was rewarded with groin-tightening views of her panties.
One Thursday evening, someone had showed up to deliver a package to her but she wasn’t home and had instructed him to drop it off with me. When she came back the next day, I went over with the package and knocked. When she opened the door she was wrapped in a towel, beads of waters still glistening on her skin from her just-concluded shower. She invited me in with a smile, motioning to the center table as her preferred spot for me to set down the package. She sat directly in front of me and inquired about my well being but I heard nothing. My eyes were glued to her curly pubic hair that peeked out from between the parted hems of the towel, which had stretched over the wideness of her ass when she sat down. I tore my eyes from between her legs and began to fiddle with my phone in a desperate attempt to fight my growing erection, but with the soft woolen fabric of my plaid pants, it was impossible to hide the massive tent.
In a flash, she plucked the phone from my grasp.
“What are you looking at?” She worked the buttons with a giggle.
I panicked immediately, aware that I had quite a stash of not-so-well-hidden dirty videos which would undoubtedly cause me colossal problems were she to report her findings to my parents. I lunged at her without thinking, going for my phone. She reacted faster, taking it beyond my reach but her sudden movement threw her off balance and she now lay on her back with her knees hiked. My momentum had also thrown me onto the couch by her feet. She took advantage of her new position to explore my phone with her hands stretched backwards to buy her a precious few seconds. Seconds I wasn’t prepared to relinquish. I crawled up her body, stretching to full length to retrieve my phone. I had almost made it when my now rock-hard dick pushed up against her pelvis through my pants and the pleasure flooded me with the shocking realisation that I was on top of aunty Adunni who was now naked after the towel had come loose during our struggle for the phone. Being between her naked fleshy thighs was something I had only ever imagined whenever I stroked my cock in the privacy of my room and bathroom. With this unprecedented stroke of luck, my fantasies were coming true. She was still playfully holding the phone out of my reach and trying to scroll through, as though oblivious to the compromising and suggestive position we were in. In no hurry to give up my rare opportunity, I played along, making a point of stretching futilely although I could have collected the device whenever I pleased, having longer hands. My constantly scrambling fingers prevented her from successfully snooping through my phone, while my struggling motions helped me maintain my guise as I humped her naked body lewdly. Her giggles drove me wild, boosting my confidence and reassuring me that she had no problems with what was happening.
I gambled. “Aunty Adunni if you don’t give me my phone I’ll do something bad to you.”
She laughed. “What do you want to do to me Michael? I must see what you’re hiding in this phone today.”
I committed. “Aunty Adunni I’ll fuck you o.”
She retorted without missing a beat. “Bad boy, is it that your small prick you want to use to fuck me? I’m not giving you the phone.”
Small? I grinned. I was about to show her the error of her ways.
In a quick motion I pushed down the waistband of my pants, whipping my thick eight-inch meat into play. I rubbed it over her moist slit, feeling her curly pubic hair brush against the tip of my pulsating penis. I penetrated her and she let out the kind of moan that was sure to fuck up a sexually charged 17yr old with a thing for Lisa Ann. My many ejaculations from masturbating that morning lent me a stamina that would be otherwise nonexistent in a situation as erotic as this. I rammed my fat rod steadily into her sweet pussy, calling out her name in ecstasy as I screwed her. Ten minutes later, my thrusts had reached a feverish pace and when she climaxed, I wasn’t far behind.
Having fucked her time and time again after our first encounter and each experience better than the last, the coming years saw her get married and relocate permanently to Paris, but aunty Adunni would forever be in my bed, smiling up at me through the eyes of a hundred older women after her.