All About Eve

"Not like that silly," Eve said, slightly amused. It was comical whenever Eve took this tone of voice. She sounded like a teacher instructing her pupil, and Eve loved to teach me things. She'd been giving me advice on sunjects like clothing for weeks now and I could tell she relished the role of teaching me. In hindsight I think reverting to this tone now served to give Eve a comfort zone to work though the anxieties she was feeling.

And so for the next fifteen minutes or so, Eve and I kissed, with her occasionally stopping me to offer a suggestion. It's sounds funny relating the story now, but it really was erotic, especially the last few minutes when we did it without interruptions and I could tell she was starting to get into it. I thought maybe it might lead to something more, and was wholly disappointed when Eve pulled away.

"You have to go now Jack," Eve said. "The boys will be home any minute." The last thing I wanted to do was tangle with those two giants Eve called sons, so I sprang up immediately to leave. I looked at Eve for any sign that she was OK with what had happened...

"Come back around this time tomorrow," she said with just the faintest hint of a smile.

For the next few days we continued "practising" while we sat on Eve's couch. Clearly I got better, as Eve stopped me less frequently now. The intensity of our kissing sessions increased as well, and occasionally I managed to cop a feel of one of Eve's firm breasts or her curvy ass before she pulled my hand away. Yes, Eve wasn't comfortable with anything more than kissing at this point, but that was about to change.

The next big step forward in our relationship took place one day at work. Eve and I were alone and out of the blue she began kissing me. I had tried to initiate things like this with her before but she had always rebuffed me. From the sheer ferocity of her kisses, I could tell Eve was feeling very horny, and I got extremely excited seeing her in this state. Before I knew it we in the shop's back room heatedly making out like long-lost lovers. My hands were pawing her all over, and this time Eve reciprocated in kind. When I felt Eve's hand grabbing my hard cock through my jeans it took all the willpower I had not to cum.

Suddenly, the buzzer in the store went off, telling us that a customer had arrived, so Eve and I stopped fooling around and she managed to compose herself well enough to serve the customer. After the patron left, Eve went to the bathroom to freshen up.

"We really shouldn't have done that," Eve said when we alone again.

"I can't say I mind," I smiled.

"It's not funny," Eve said, somewhat worried but now slightly amused. "What if Margo had come in?"

We laughed off our good fortune, but I knew Eve would play it safer from now on. Nevertheless, I was pleased to see that our physical relationship had progressed beyond merely kissing sessions on her couch.

"Eve, I want to make love to you," I said very matter-of-factly. The phrase didn't come out in the suave manner I'd hoped it would. Frankly speaking, in many ways I was still boy trying to find his place in the adult world. Eve put her fingers to my lips to stifle me, and made a hush-hush sound with her voice. I think she did that simply because she didn't want to ruin the moment, because nothing in her expressions or mannerisms led me to believe she felt differently.

One of the oddest conditions of my affair with Eve was that it didn't really feel like an 'affair.' By that, I mean that everyone else believed that Eve and I were nothing more than friends, and so there wasn't much of what you'd call "sneaking around." I guess people just assumed that I was non-threatening in this regard and that Eve wouldn't cheat on her husband with a boy half her age. It was also odd in the sense that I even started spending more time with her two sons. They really were nice guys, although I still wouldn't want to ever get on their bad side. I saw less of Eve's daughter Amy, as she had a boyfriend and was often out with him, but she too was likeable once you got to know her. Larry was actually quite pleased in that Eve had found someone to spend her time with, as Eve and I sometimes went on (platonic) dates. I think Larry was just glad to have Eve out of what was remaining of his hair.

No one suspected that anything out of the ordinary was happening between us, not even Margo, although she liked to kid that Eve and I were "up to something" because of the way we had become close friends. Eve had some very refined tastes and loved to go to shows and the opera. Not surprisingly, I didn't share these interests with her, but I loved spending time with Eve so much that merely being in her company was more than enough to make me happy. Besides, Eve always dressed "to the nine's" for these events, and just seeing her in one of her formal gowns was a sight to behold. I had one nice suit. It was nothing near the price range of anything Eve would wear to these events, but she never made me self-conscience about it. I can't over-emphasise what a beautiful woman Eve was, both inside and out.

I desperately wanted to have make love to Eve by this point, but every time I tried to push the boundaries of our relationship, she would slow things down, and I often wondered what kind of mind games she was trying to play with me. Finally, I confronted Eve with my frustrations and she explained that she still often wrestled with the morality of what we were doing and that she had to be in the right mood before she felt comfortable enough to take action. From then on I tried everything I could think of to create the right romantic atmosphere, but with mostly poor results to show for it.

Finally, one evening after one of our dates, Eve instructed me to drive to a secluded spot where we stopped the car and made out. I could tell Eve was feeling especially frisky tonight, as her hands were practically groping my cock through my pants.

"I know it's been tough for you Jack, but why don't you lie back and let me take care of you," Eve said with a delicious smile.

I lay back and Eve deftly unbuckled by pants, freeing my tented boxers. She pulled down my underwear, and after over a month of nothing more than kissing and some petting, I finally felt the touch of Eve's delicate hands on my bare cock. She stroked my erection with one hand while massaging by balls with the other. It was the first handjob of my life, and it felt unbelievable. Within a minute I was spraying Eve's soft hands with my semen, the first time I'd cum for a woman. I looked at Eve's face for any sign of disapproval for ejaculating all over her fingers but she was smiling contentedly.

"How was that?" she asked. "Would you like to rest?"

"Incredible," I replied, "and no, I'm up for whatever you are."

"Well, that certainly seems to be the case," Eve chuckled. She was still holding my cock in her hand as we spoke, casually jacking me off, and even though I'd just cum it was already erect again.

"I don't do this often, but I think you deserve a special treat," Eve said with a little wink.

And with that, Eve leaned over and tentatively flicked her tongue over the tip of my cock. Gauging that my taste was agreeable with her, she began licking the throbbing head my penis like it was the top of and ice cream cone for awhile before taking the crown completely into her mouth and hungrily sucking it with her lips. I wish I could have prolonged the pleasure, but I was so excited that barely a minute passed before I was cumming again.

To my surprise, Eve wasn't finished yet. She continued by bobbing her head over my shaft hard and fast, surprising me again with her enthusiasm, and before I knew it I had my third orgasm of the evening. For a woman who said she didn't perform fellatio often she seemed very good at it, and I questioned Eve about this. Not surprisingly Eve's answer revolved around her husband's inadequacy in the bedroom, as it was abundantly clear to me by now that Eve's wasn't getting any sexual gratification from her marriage.

I was breathless now, and definitely needed a rest. If and when we did have sex, however, I knew I'd have to show much greater stamina than I'd shown tonight. I wanted to satisfy Eve too; as pleasing her meant a great deal to me. In fact, there wasn't anything I wouldn't do in or out of the bedroom for Eve.

Surprisingly, things cooled off between us for the next few days, and I was starting to wonder if maybe our relationship had taken a turn for the worse. Eve could be extremely moody and there were times when I was completely dumbfounded as to what she thinking, but I decided to wait a bit longer before confronting her about it. Despite the problems she faced in her marriage, I doubt Eve ever thought she was capable of committing adultery. Even stranger that she would try and find satisfaction in her sex life with a virgin who was no older than her own sons. Part of her was still trying to deal with this moral dilemma, and it troubled her at times.

Finally, things started moving forward between us again after one day at work. I knew something was up from the start from Eve's mannerisms; after days of being somewhat distant she was bright and friendly again, and for a while I was just happy to have my old friend back. Just as I was about to leave for home, however, Eve stopped me.

"Jack, I was wondering if you'd wanted to come by the house tomorrow?" Eve asked.

"Sure, I'd love to," I answered.

"Great!" she said. "Come by around noon. We should have the place to ourselves all day."

That last sentence really threw me for a loop, and even though Eve spoke casually I had the distinct feeling that she had a lot more in mind than what we'd done thus far. Nonetheless, I didn't get the impression that Eve wanted to talk about it now so I just tried to act natural as I bade her goodbye.

I had a nervous energy running through me the next day. Excitement mostly, as I felt I was ready for the path that lay ahead and couldn't believe my good fortune of sharing it with such a beautiful, sexy woman as Eve. And even though it was going to be my first time, I wanted it to be good too, especially for Eve. It's not like I believed she was merely doing me a favor by sleeping with me. She had put up with year after year of sexual frustration without giving into the temptation of an extra-marital affair, and the last thing I wanted was for Eve to regret her choosing me. I will admit, however, that in the back of my mind I was also hoping that I could satisfy her well enough that she'd want to do it again. I wasn't really sure how this was going to proceed, but I showered, shaved, and put on a nice shirt and slacks to get ready. And with a dab of cologne that Eve had once recommended to me I set off for her house.

Eve was very pleased to see me dressed up nicer than usual; it was a bit of a signal on my part that I knew this day was going to be different from the others and she seemed to appreciate it. We sat down on the coach together and drank cocktails we talked. Again, this was different as we hadn't drunk together before, but it turned out to be a good idea as it served to somewhat settle my nerves. It probably did the same for Eve, who seemed quite tense herself.

After a few drinks, we were both feeling a bit buzzed, and our talk got a bit risqué. I absolutely loved flirting with Eve; to this day many of my lasting memories of her were of her using her feminine charms this way to excite me. Our flirtations excited her too though, and I think the greatest compliment Eve ever game me was to say that I made her feel more like a woman than any man she'd ever met. Despite my sexual inexperience, I was determined to not let Eve down today in this regard.

As our talk continued, the sexual tension increased accordingly and, feeling emboldened by the direction things were heading, I decided to make my move. I kissed Eve deeply, sucking gently on her lips as she had taught me to do only a few weeks before. She loved it and responded eagerly in kind, moaning as she slipped her tongue past my lips to meet my own. Other than the night Eve had given me a blowjob, we hadn't gone any further than this, but I knew today was going to be different.

As deftly as I could, I unbuttoned Eve's blouse. She was wearing a sky blue silk bra, beautiful and feminine. I then moved kissing the nape of Eve's neck as my fingers moved gently over and then finally under the material to cup her soft breasts and tweak her hardening nipples between my fingers. The sound of Eve's increased, heavy breathing told me I was doing it right.

"Jack," Eve said breathlessly, "Let's go upstairs."

I let the words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the sound of Eve's sweet but impassioned voice inviting me to her bed. And then I stood up with Eve and put my arm around her shoulder as we walked up the stairs to her bedroom. As I had indicated previously, I still often felt the typical awkwardness that many boys my age felt at this time in their lives -- that of trying to be an adult when in many ways I still wasn't. I didn't feel that way today, however, and it was all because of Eve. I felt safe with her as much as I desired her, and that mixture of calmness and excitement was exactly what I needed to make the mood for this day perfect.

We were soon lying together on Eve's bed, making out furiously again, but this time our mating ritual included the occasional pull and tug of each other's clothing. Things were moving quickly now, which was just fine for my 18-year-old libido. Before long, the zippers and buttons were done away with and we frenziedly explored each other's naked bodies as we rolled about on the bed. Tempting as it was, I didn't want to go all the way just yet, as I desperately wanted to eat Eve's pussy. It took a lot of willpower on my part; Eve was passionately telling me that she wanted to feel me inside her, but I was determined. Besides, Eve had confessed to me weeks ago that her husband was so lousy in bed that she had become disinterested in cunnilingus. I wanted this to be my special gift to her.

I had Eve lay on her back and I literally began at her face, kissing and licking, sucking and nibbling my way down. Her nude body was simply exquisite; I know it's not that uncommon today to see a woman in her forties with a firm, sexy body but it was much less frequent 15 years ago. Eve treated her body like a temple, and I set upon worshipping it with my mouth and hands as she lay with her back on the bed.

I made my way down Eve's tapering shoulders and settled between the soft mounds of her breasts. She was enjoying it, moaning and sighing as I kissed her heaving C-cup breasts and swirled my tongue over her rosy pink nipples. Eve was really getting excited now, mashing her tits into my face, and I slid one of my hands down between her thighs to fondle the wispy blond hair of her mound. She was soaking wet. I felt like I was in heaven like this, with my lips taking pleasure from Eve's tits and my hand on her wet pussy, but managed to pull away so I could continue my way down.

I probably should have pleasured Eve's sexy hourglass hips and smooth stomach for much longer, but I desperately wanted to taste her, and so I softly kissed her flushed skin as I moved my way down the bed. To my surprise, Eve spread her strong, shapely thighs for me now that she knew what I had in mind. I remember being so thrilled that she wanted me to do this.

I now lay on my stomach between the beautiful Y of Eve's spread out legs. Even though Eve had given birth three times her pussy was surprisingly tight. I wasn't aware of things like that back then however; at the time I was just blown away that the extent of Eve's beauty truly went all over. I enthusiastically traced my tongue over the hot skin of her inner thighs, slowly making my way to her enflamed sex. It was a thrill I'll never forget, watching Eve's taut legs strain as her movements bade me on. Her aroma was sweet but thick, filling my nostrils with her excitement. I could barely wait to taste her, and when my tongue finally reached her sensitive spot, her taste drove me wild.

Like a hungry animal I eagerly lapped away Eve's pussy, licking her up and down while devouring each drop of her nectar. I savored every moment of it, and wasn't long before Eve was shouting and writhing on the bed as her orgasm overtook her. Looking back, I know I likely wasn't that good to make her cum so easily, but in hindsight I suppose the novelty of it all plus the fact that Eve wasn't used to having her pussy eaten worked in my favor.

I was dying to fuck Eve now and luckily she was ready to continue. I moved up on the bed with Eve guiding me into the missionary position until I had it right. As corny as it may sound, the moment of penetrating her was all that hoped for and more. I thrust cautiously into her at first, trying to find a proper rhythm, and of course, Eve did her part to guide me. Once I felt comfortable I really started pounding, making her king sized bed shake violently beneath us. Eve grasped me tightly, shrieking in ecstasy as I continued fervently thrusting into her.

I was close to cumming myself, and so I stopped to pull Eve up. We'd talked about sexual positions a few times before, and so I knew Eve's favorite was from behind. I used the few seconds it took for us to get into position to try and bring my excitement down a bit, and it worked, although the sight of Eve's hard, sexy ass as I fucked her doggie style made it tough for me to hold out from cumming. Finally, she did orgasm, and with a great sense of relief I let myself go emotionally, pumping into Eve as hard as I could until I was spraying my seed inside her.

We lay together in bed for a bit, and then we got up and got dressed. I spent about another hour at Eve's house, just talking, and then we kissed each other goodbye. She was so relaxed, we both were, and it was great to see that there wasn't any awkwardness between us after what had just happened. It was the first of many afternoons (and even a few nights) that Eve and I spent together.

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My affair with Eve continued for several months before we decided to call it quits. In that time, I learned a lot of how to please a woman, and at the risk of sounding boastful I think I managed to re-kindle a lustful passion in Eve. She was a passionate woman who at heart loved making love, but Eve hadn't had much in the way of quality (or quantity, for that matter) sex with her husband. After only a few times with me I began to see an increased fervor in Eve's libido that dwarfed what she'd shown me that first time we had together. There were times when she literally wanted to have sex for hours, something I had no trouble with at that age. Many of out wild encounters still give me spine-tingling memories of Eve to this day.

Eventually it came to an end, however, and Eve was the one who ended it. I was devastated at first, but now, after all these years, I understand it was never meant to be and instead focus on all the special times we had together. Nevertheless, she was my first love, and I think most people understand the bittersweet memories that can linger with a first love even if one has moved on with one's life.

I hadn't given Eve much thought over the last several years, but a chance occurrence recently changed everything. You see, I had moved away from my hometown years ago, but came back a couple of months ago for a family reunion. One evening, I had gone out to dinner with my wife and son, and as we were waiting to be seated I saw two women leaving the restaurant. Yes, one of them was Eve! The other woman was her daughter Amy.

Fifteen years has passed, which would put Eve well into her fifties. She still looked remarkably lovely and vibrant for her age, although there's no denying that Father Time has now caught up to her. Amy looked ravishing. Her age at this point was just a bit younger than Eve had been when she and I had begun our affair, and Amy's resemblance to Eve at that age was startling. It was enough that even the mere glance of her brought memories of her mother flooding back to me.