Nolan is hopeless when it comes to dating. His sexy neighbor Helen is trying to put her life back together after a divorce. When Nolan asks for some tips on how to deal with women, the horny MILF puts one and one together for a very erotic twosome! Helen is going to teach the teen everything she knows...and more!
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"Are you a virgin, Nolan?" The question rocked him back on his heels.
There was a splintered second when he thought about lying.
Helen must have read the answer in his eyes. "Yes, then." He nodded miserably, and she shook her head. "Why so embarrassed? Virginity is a very curable condition."
"I just..." He fumbled for the right words. "If we're going to bed, I want to be sure that you know, you have a good time, too."
The older woman grinned, the expression unexpectedly wicked on her face. "Oh, I guarantee that I'm going to have a good time," she said. "Trust me on that one, Nolan." He fingers tapped his crotch, testing his hardness. She found her voice softening and slowing, slipping into the southern drawl of her youth. "Now," she continued more briskly, trying to tamp down the fire in her groin. "Have you had a shower today?"
Nolan nodded. "Yes."
"Hmmm." She leaned close, and before he knew it, she had kissed his cheek. Her lips moved, and he held still as she explored his mouth in a long, sensual kiss that had him holding her waist and pulling her close. "You taste good. Nothing worse than kissing a man with bad breath."
"What about..." He tried to come up with something witty, but Sharon stopped him with another kiss. His arms came around her, holding her close, as she nibbled at his lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth with a skill he could barely believe.
"Right." Was it just his imagination, or was her breath coming a little bit faster? She took his hand. "Bedroom. Now."
She led him down the hall and into what was obviously the master bedroom. It was clean and neat, with an embroidered quilt spread over the bed and a matched bureau and nightstand set in dark red wood.
He turned to find Helen looking at him, a smile on her lips. "Worried?"
He shrugged. "Yeah. I mean," he said, gesturing towards her helplessly. "What should I do?"
"Relax, concentrate, and listen," she said, coming into his arms again. "It's not too hard," she added, when their kiss ended.
"It feels pretty hard to me."
She cocked her head at him. "Sorry," he muttered. "Just...trying to, you know..."
Helen put her finger on his lips, stopping him before he said something stupid. "It's all right. I know you're nervous. Just let me take the lead, all right?" Nolan nodded gratefully. "Now. Let's start with clothes. They need to be off." She lifted one of his hand and put it on her chest, near the buttons of her blouse.
So he undressed his sexy next-door neighbor, trying to hide the shaking of his fingers as more and more of her lovely body was revealed. Her bra was plain cotton, and Helen closed her eyes when he dared to bend and press his lips to the slope of her breast. She turned, and he managed to undo the hooks with a minimum of fumbling, which eased his confidence.
"Ah-ah!" Helen warned as he reached for her breasts. She sat down on the bed, out of his reach, and wagged her legs at him. "All the clothes, young man."
He smiled and knelt to take off her shoes and socks, and then pulled her jeans off...
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"Are you a virgin, Nolan?" The question rocked him back on his heels.
There was a splintered second when he thought about lying.
Helen must have read the answer in his eyes. "Yes, then." He nodded miserably, and she shook her head. "Why so embarrassed? Virginity is a very curable condition."
"I just..." He fumbled for the right words. "If we're going to bed, I want to be sure that you know, you have a good time, too."
The older woman grinned, the expression unexpectedly wicked on her face. "Oh, I guarantee that I'm going to have a good time," she said. "Trust me on that one, Nolan." He fingers tapped his crotch, testing his hardness. She found her voice softening and slowing, slipping into the southern drawl of her youth. "Now," she continued more briskly, trying to tamp down the fire in her groin. "Have you had a shower today?"
Nolan nodded. "Yes."
"Hmmm." She leaned close, and before he knew it, she had kissed his cheek. Her lips moved, and he held still as she explored his mouth in a long, sensual kiss that had him holding her waist and pulling her close. "You taste good. Nothing worse than kissing a man with bad breath."
"What about..." He tried to come up with something witty, but Sharon stopped him with another kiss. His arms came around her, holding her close, as she nibbled at his lips, her tongue sliding into his mouth with a skill he could barely believe.
"Right." Was it just his imagination, or was her breath coming a little bit faster? She took his hand. "Bedroom. Now."
She led him down the hall and into what was obviously the master bedroom. It was clean and neat, with an embroidered quilt spread over the bed and a matched bureau and nightstand set in dark red wood.
He turned to find Helen looking at him, a smile on her lips. "Worried?"
He shrugged. "Yeah. I mean," he said, gesturing towards her helplessly. "What should I do?"
"Relax, concentrate, and listen," she said, coming into his arms again. "It's not too hard," she added, when their kiss ended.
"It feels pretty hard to me."
She cocked her head at him. "Sorry," he muttered. "Just...trying to, you know..."
Helen put her finger on his lips, stopping him before he said something stupid. "It's all right. I know you're nervous. Just let me take the lead, all right?" Nolan nodded gratefully. "Now. Let's start with clothes. They need to be off." She lifted one of his hand and put it on her chest, near the buttons of her blouse.
So he undressed his sexy next-door neighbor, trying to hide the shaking of his fingers as more and more of her lovely body was revealed. Her bra was plain cotton, and Helen closed her eyes when he dared to bend and press his lips to the slope of her breast. She turned, and he managed to undo the hooks with a minimum of fumbling, which eased his confidence.
"Ah-ah!" Helen warned as he reached for her breasts. She sat down on the bed, out of his reach, and wagged her legs at him. "All the clothes, young man."
He smiled and knelt to take off her shoes and socks, and then pulled her jeans off...