She didn’t do it intentionally, but she did it just the same.
She usually wore denim shorts (did I mention that she had great legs? We would work all day long in the hot sun, pulling heavy wire and working up a good sweat.
My head was still swimming as May took me by the hand and pulled me, weak-legged, into her house and up to her bedroom.
There she removed her bathing suit and lay down on the bed, pulling me with her.
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At the time I was trying to move a heavy box, and she offered to give me a hand with it. Then I started babbling, blurting out to her about how I had fantasized about her many times, and how I would masturbate while thinking of her. Our tongues slithered over and around each other, reaching and sliding.
As we were moving it she knocked over a box of bolts, and in all the confusion one of her large, luscious breasts fell out of her bikini. She smiled and took a couple of steps toward me, never taking her eyes from mine. I pushed her top aside and felt her hard nipple in my hand, while my other hand reached around and squeezed her beautiful ass. Then she leaned forward and started licking and kissing my nipples.
When I came over to hang out with her son, she would often be out on the deck tanning in the sun.
She was about 40 years old that summer, but if I didn’t know that I would have guessed that she was in her late 20s.