Summer of '64

As he rode the elevator down to the lobby of the midtown office building, Peter only now realized what had just happened.

"Wait until I tell the guys that I'm going to the World's Fair with Kathy," he told himself excitedly.

Then he considered what Kathy had said about how the men in the office viewed her, a view shared by his friends, and decided that perhaps this was something that he should keep to himself after all.

Peter spent almost an hour getting dressed the next morning. Normally, Sunday called for just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, but today was going to be special. Out came a blue dress shirt and black pants that were only slightly less proper than those he wore to the office. The eighteen-year-old had only finally begun to sprout facial hair during his senior year and it was a growth that was usually sporadic at best. Still he spent a careful ten minutes of that hour making sure his face was smooth and clean. Completing his morning ritual, he splashed on cologne, taking care not to overdue it.

Luck was with him as he managed to get out of the house without running into anyone who might be curious as to where he was going so dressed up. His good fortune continued as he managed to catch the bus over to Kathy's apartment. On a Sunday schedule, he would've had a good wait for the next one.

Kathy lived on the top floor of a three family house. He checked his appearance one last time before knocking on her door. All the way over here, he had been rehearsing bits of conversation that he was sure would impress her, beginning with what he was positive was a great compliment on how great she looked this morning.

All that mental time and effort went to waste when Kathy opened the door. Peter could only mumble a feeble good morning as she swung the door open and invited him inside.

Kathy must've just stepped out of the shower because all she was wearing when she answered the door was a wrap around towel. Peter's eyes opened wide as they fell immediately on the highly visible valley of her large breasts.

"Well good morning, Peter," she said with a bright smile as he stepped inside. "I'm afraid I was up a little late last night and overslept," she added in explanation of her appearance. "Just give me twenty minutes and I'll be ready to go."

With that she turned and vanished into her bedroom, leaving a still shocked Peter staring at the long, smooth legs stretching out from beneath the terrycloth covering.

Peter finally found his voice again once Kathy was gone. He couldn't believe she had just opened the door dressed like that and was so casual about it.

"Well, that didn't take too long, did it?" Kathy said as she stepped out of the bedroom fifteen minutes later.

Gone was the towel, replaced by a pair of black slacks that hugged both her long legs and ass and a yellow short sleeve blouse that was only slightly looser around her chest. Her long hair was pulled back and held in place by a black headband.

Kathy took a few moments to check the contents of the small purse she had taken off a nearby table, then snapped it shut.

"Shall we go?" she said with a broad smile.

The trip over to the fair grounds took only twenty minutes, or about a third of the time the two of them had to wait on the long line outside the main entrance. It seemed like half the city had decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and picked today to visit the fair.

Peter didn't care, he was having the time of his life. Kathy and he were having the most interesting discussion about the fair. He learned for the first time that this was actually the second World's Fair to be held at Flushing Meadow. The first had been twenty-five years ago. Kathy had a childhood memory of being taken to it by her parents.

Finally, they passed through the gates and the wait was more than worthwhile. It was like stepping into another world. The world of the future.

Despite the crowds, they wanted to try and see everything. They rode the AMF Monorail and the Swiss Sky Ride, the latter of which Peter insisted on paying for the two of them, even though he though the seventy-five cent ticket was a bit excessive given what he made a week.

They had their photograph taken in front of the Unisphere and Kathy treated the two of them to a Bel-Gem, a delicious concoction made up of a fat waffle base, piled high with strawberries and topped with whipped cream.

"You know, when my Mom was a kid, when you treated someone, they said you were blowing them." Kathy remarked as she finished her treat.

"That's very interesting," Peter replied, trying not to laugh.

"So if you really wanted to," Kathy whispered in a sexy voice. "I suppose you could tell you friends that I blew you."

Peter almost choked on the last of his waffle when he heard that. He would've thought he was used to Kathy's little jokes by now. There were times her comments were as off-color as any of the men in the office. Kathy just laughed as she used one of her napkins to wipe the whipped cream off the young man's face.

"Careful, I don't want you to choke," Kathy grinned as she dabbed at the last white drop. "That would just ruin the rest of our day."

From there they went to the RCA Pavilion where they got to see Color TV. Peter was fascinated by the multicolored images. A child of the new television generation, he had never seen anything but black and white before.

Kathy had humored his interest in anything new and futuristic and had gone with him to the Hall of Science where they'd seen a full size diorama of a future space station, as well as giant models of the rockets that would one day take men to the Moon.

In exchange, she had taken him to the New York City Pavilion, a holdover from the Fair Kathy had attended as a child. One of the guides had explained that the building had also been the headquarters of the United Nations back in 1946. The admission to the exhibit was a more reasonable ten cents, a sum well worth it Peter agreed, just to see the incredible scale model of New York City that was the center of the display. The model had over eight hundred thousand buildings.

They ended the day with what turned out to be what Peter imagined had to be the highlight of his day. Pepsi-Cola had sponsored the new Walt Disney ride called It's A Small World. A childlike water ride through distant lands, it also had quickly become a sort of tunnel of love for young and not so young adults. The simple ride became memorable when Kathy, caught up in the moment, had given him a brief kiss.

"That, is for being such a wonderful escort." She said in way of explanation.

The glow from that unexpected kiss stayed with Peter all the way back to Kathy's apartment. In the hours they had explored the fair, he had discovered a side of the older woman he had never expected. Outside of the office she was even more sexy and fun loving than he could've imagined. Peter found himself wishing that he was ten years older, or that she was younger. Then again, he couldn't imagine any girl his age ever being so cool.

When they finally got back to Kathy's apartment, Peter stopped at the front door of the building and thanked Kathy once again for inviting him to go with her to the Fair. It had been a lot of fun, he'd told her and more than made up for the missed baseball game the previous day.

"Oh, aren't you going to come up?" Kathy unexpectedly asked. "It's still early."

"Sure, if you want," a surprised Peter found himself responding.

"Good, because I've enjoyed your company too much to want to see it end so soon." Kathy commented as she opened the door and stepped into the vestibule. "I'm sure we can find something or other to make the rest of the day interesting."

Following her into the building, Peter wondered what that might be.

"I'll be back in a minute," Kathy said as she dropped her purse on the same table she had picked it up from earlier in the day. "I just want to clean up a little."

"Sure," Peter replied.

"Why don't you turn on some music while you're waiting," she said before closing the bedroom door behind her. "There's soda or beer in the fridge if you want one."

Peter turned on the Hi Fi that sat on a table in the living room. Soft sounds came out of the twin speakers as Peter walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He was about to take a RC Cola, then decided what the hell and took a bottle of Rheingold beer instead. It took him a moment to find the wall mounted bottle opener since he didn't always carry his church key.

The beer was ice cold, something Peter appreciated. Although he only came of legal drinking age a few months before, Peter had his first beer just before his sixteenth birthday.

Walking back into the living room, bottle in hand, the eighteen year old only had to wait less then a minute before Kathy reemerged from her bedroom.

The only change Peter noticed was that Kathy's hair now hung free down across her shoulders. With a smile on her face, she crossed the room to join her guest.

"Now that looks great," Kathy said in reference to the beer in Peter's hand.

Peter felt like such an idiot. Of course he should've asked if she wanted one as well.

"Let me get one for you," he apologized.

"No thanks," she replied as she took the bottle from his hand. "I'll just share some of yours."

Kathy raised the bottle to her lips and tilted it upward, taking a long drink from it. A small drop of beer spilled past her mouth and ran down her neck. Peter watched in fascination as the golden pearl disappeared down the opening of her blouse.

"That was good," Kathy sighed as she lowered the bottle, handing it back to Peter.

"Sure you don't want one of your own?" Peter asked as he realized that there was only a drop left in the bottle.

"Know what I really want?" Kathy asked suggestively.

Peter was almost afraid to answer, thankfully Kathy answered for him.

"I want to dance," she said. "Dance with me, Peter."

Before Peter could say a word, Kathy was in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. He barely managed to get the near empty bottle down on the table before the swaying of her body carried it out of reach.

"This is unbelievable," Peter thought as Kathy's body pressed hard against his own. "I have to be dreaming."

If it was a dream, and the entire day certainly did seem like such, the young man had a sudden fear that it was about to turn into a nightmare. With his eyes closed and his head swimming in the fragrance of Kathy's perfume, Peter was all too aware of the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest. It was only then that he realized what he was pressing between her legs.

The memory of Linda Conrad's quite angry response when he got an erection while dancing with her came immediately to mind. Would Kathy now have the same reaction?

Hoping to avoid just that, Peter tried to pull away from her, just enough to hide his embarrassment. Rather than becoming angry over what his movement now drew attention to, Kathy pulled him even tighter against her.

Then, in an action that almost made Peter quite literally faint, Kathy took one hand from around his waist and instead pressed it between his legs. Her hand cupping his now quite visible erection.

"Oh shit!" Peter gasped.

"Peter," Kathy said nonchalantly. "Do you remember what I said yesterday about not being an easy lay."

Feeling like their conversation had taken place a month rather then a day before, Peter nodded yes.

"Well, I have to be honest with you," she went on as her fingers massaged his cock. "That wasn't exactly true."

"What???" Peter thought.

"With the right person, I am an easy lay," she said, cutting right to the point.

A totally shocked Peter had no idea what to say. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"The key phrase being 'the right person'," she went on. "There are few men in our office that would fall into that category. That being said, I want to tell you that I think you are just so incredibly cute. There are times when I just want to eat you up."

"Me ...?" the dark-haired teen asked.

"Why do you find that so hard to believe?" Kathy asked with a wide smile. "I would think that the girls at your high school would've been all over you."

"Not exactly," Peter admitted.

"Well it was their loss," she laughed.

If he was older or just a little more experienced, Peter might've realized that Kathy was massaging his ego as well as his cock. The former making him much more receptive to any suggestion she might make.

The suggestions the thirty-year-old made as she whispered in his ear, were things Peter would never have imagined on his own. Not even during the late night sex discussions he'd had with his buddies.

"Do you want to play?" Kathy finally asked, play being the most erotic word Peter had ever heard in his young life.

"Oh yes," he said breathlessly, still unable to believe that his most secret fantasy was about to come true.

Kathy sealed the bargain with a kiss, her tongue reaching deep into Peter's mouth and stirring his soul. For a moment, he feared that just her kiss would be enough to make him come in his pants. Thankfully, that didn't happen.

Kathy reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse, undoing half of them. Peter's eyes opened wide as her olive skin became more and more visible. Then, taking his hand in hers, she guided it beneath her blouse and laid it to rest against her large breast.

"Does that feel nice?" she asked Peter, sure of his response.

"Oh yes."

"Well it only gets better," she promised.

After letting Peter enjoy the softness and warmth of her flesh for a few moments more, Kathy removed his hand. She then stepped back and undid the remaining buttons of her blouse, letting it fall from her arms and down to the floor.

The bra Kathy wore was pretty much the same kind Peter had seen in the hamper in his house, worn by his mother and older sister. It was however several sizes larger. Next to Kathy, both his mother and sister were as flat chested as a boy.

Kathy held her bra in place with one hand as she reached back to undo the clasp that held it in place. Watching her, Peter found himself thinking of the many times he'd locked himself in the bathroom with his mother's mail order catalogues. His first masturbation aids had been the pictures of the underwear models in those books. Later, he had graduated to hand me down Playboys from his older brother. He had always tried to imagine what those women looked like when they took off their bras. Now he waited in anticipation as Kathy slowly removed hers and let the white garment join her blouse on the floor.

What Kathy's mounds looked like under her clothing had been the subject of endless hours of discussion among Peter and his friends. To his delight, the teenager discovered that they were more beautiful that he could have imagined.

It wasn't just their size, which was impressive in itself, it was the symmetric perfection of both of them. Her skin was flawless, the hue of which added to its beauty. The areola surrounding her thick nipples were larger than a silver dollar and several shades darker than her skin. Nowhere in the two-year's worth of men's magazines his brother had bequeathed him had he seen breasts quite so spectacular.

"You like?" She smiled.

"Oh yes," Peter replied.

"Then let's see what else we can find that you might like," Kathy quipped.

Peter watched with rapt fascination as Kathy slid her feet out of the soft shoes she had been wearing. Then her hands glided down across her stomach and into the waistband of her slacks. Undoing the clasp that held them in place, she bent over and slid them down and off her legs. All that was left between his gaze and his first real look at a woman's sex was a pair of simple white panties.

"I think that maybe we'll wait a little for these," Kathy said as she toyed with the edges of her panties before letting them go.

Instead, she stepped back to Peter and kissed him again. This time it was a kiss filled with hunger, unlike any her young guest had ever experienced before. Her hands were all over him, undoing the buttons of his shirt and then the belt and button of his pants.

With an eagerness that he couldn't have imagined a woman capable of, Peter had his clothes practically torn off him. In no time at all, all he had left was his Fruit of the Loom briefs. Briefs hard pressed to restrain his enlarged manhood.

A manhood that once more threatened to explode as Kathy's hand slid inside his underwear and wrapped around it. She took Peter's hand and guided it into her own panties, pressing it against her wetness.

"Oh shit!" Peter gasped as he was bombarded by the twin sensations of her touches.

In his young life, Peter had twice felt the touch of feminine hands on his cock, and once the softness of a girl's sex. Those touches had been brief encounters in the back of his parent's car, both times with high school classmates. Now, he told himself, the touch was that of a woman, not a girl.

Kathy guided his mouth to her breast, pressing her nipple between his lips. Like a newborn and hungry infant, Peter automatically began sucking on it. Drawing if not milk, then a captivating sexual excitement. A soft moan escaped her lips as his tongue caressed her flesh.

"Oh baby," Kathy said as her young lover began to spread a pleasing warmth across her breast. "that is so perfect. It feels so ... so good."

After a while, she shifted his attention to her other mound, enjoying his enthusiastic ministrations. Long ago, in college, an older female professor with whom she'd been on close terms had once remarked that there was nothing better than having a younger lover. Back then, Kathy had thought it a strange thing to say; believing that it would make more sense to have a mature, experienced man in her bed. The man she had married in her senior year had been five years older than her. Since then, she had learned that her professor's expertise went beyond what was taught in the classroom.

Pressing his face between her large breasts, Kathy held him tight. The press of her flesh against his brought a moan of enjoyment from Peter this time.

Still holding him, Kathy guided him to the couch and eased him down onto it. She dropped to her knees, reaching out with nimble hands to take hold of his briefs. Briefs which now slid down his legs, exposing the full length of his hard cock. An exposure that only lasted a few brief moments before Kathy learned forward and took him whole in her mouth.

Back in her freshman year of college, Kathy's roommate had convinced her that instead of being something that only whores or tramps did, oral sex was a great way to please a boyfriend and still keep your virginity. Despite that advice, within a year of her first blowjob, the twenty-year-old's maidenhood became a thing of the past. But in the interim she had learned to truly appreciate the value of being able to give great head. A skill she exhibited now as the dark-haired thirty-year-old ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, massaging the sensitive flesh with her lips and almost instantly bringing him to the verge of a orgasm.

A pinnacle that he reached after a few more thrusts. Peter felt his cock explode in Kathy's mouth, filling it with what seemed like a year's worth of come. A volume that didn't seem to bother her in the least. In fact, it seemed to excite her more as she sucked it all down her throat and seemed to reach for more.

"Oh God!" Peter said, thinking that if this was what Joe actually got from Donna Petrachinni, then his friend's description of the experience had been greatly understated..

Kathy didn't let Peter's cock slip from her mouth until it had begun to soften and shrink to its normal proportions. Yet even then, she licked it a few more times to clean off the last of his exertions.