A Summer Affair
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Slow,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A teenage boy steps into the life of a young married couple.
The sudden noise caught me by surprise. I looked at the door for a moment, thinking it was a figment of my imagination. The loud knocking repeated, breaking the quiet of the morning.
For a second I thought about ignoring the sound, figuring the uninvited visitor would go away.
"I'm coming, just a second." The words slipped out of my lips instinctively in response to a third set of knocks. Even while I was saying the words I wondered why I had opened my mouth.
Now set on an unintended course, I put my coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. My mind focused on wondering who could possibly be calling at 10:30 on a Saturday morning.
I stepped into the bedroom past the starting to stir form of my sleeping husband. A grumble of words came out the lump which, to the casual listener, would be gibberish.
"It's okay. I got it." I said as I grabbed my robe from the end of the bed. "It's probably just a salesperson or something."
I pulled the robe on as I stepped back out the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind me. I didn't think he'd stay asleep for much longer, but at least I made the effort.
Getting to the front door, I quickly checked the peephole, expecting to see two middle-aged people dressed in suits, clutching pamphlets meant to save my soul.
Instead I saw a blonde haired teenage boy, dressed in a bright yellow t-shirt with the letters GHS over the right breast pocket. I took a deep breath expecting the call now to involve some fund-raiser for the boy's high school. I was mentally phrasing my reply as I unlocked the door.
"Good morning." I did my best to smile pleasantly as I spoke, wanting nothing more than to hurry the conversation along so I could get back to my coffee.
The boy stood outside silently staring at me. It would have been creepy if I didn't recognize the expression on his face as one of surprise. Obviously I wasn't the person he was expecting to see.
"Yes?" I asked now, trying to jostle his mind along to whatever it was that brought him to the door. Now I was thinking that this was no more than a mistaken address.
"Good morning!" He replied, his mouth move faster than the words came to his head. "Do you have any milk?"
I frowned at this, not out of displeasure, but that none of my rehearsed answers were suitable as a reply.
"Yes." I replied, the slight surprise showing in the sound of my voice.
The boy looked at me dumbfounded again. As if he also had no idea where this conversation was going.
"May I borrow some?" His fingers began to twitch against his sides as his nervousness increased.
"Oh, okay. Just give me one second." I closed the door and stepped back into the kitchen. I poured a second cup of coffee, added what seemed like the proper amount of milk, and then carried the carton back to the front door.
"Here you go." I opened the door and offered the mostly empty carton to the young man.
He glanced at the carton and took it, offering me a smile. "Thank you. I'll bring the rest back."
I smiled and waved a dismissive hand, "That's okay. Finish it. There's not much left anyway."
There was a brief but unmistakable glimpse of disappointment on his face, then a smile and another nod. "Thank you."
I watched as he turned around and walked down the hallway. I shrugged as I closed the door.
Stepping back into the kitchen, I picked up the fresh mug of coffee and headed back towards the bedroom.
"Who was at the door?" My husband sat up lazily in bed, the effort seemingly almost too much for him to bare.
I shrugged as I handed over the mug. "The boy from next door I think."
"You think?" He asked, puzzled. Taking a tentative sip from the mug.
I shrugged as I sat on the edge of the bed. "Never saw him before. Never saw who moved in down the hall either. So I just assumed."
"Oh." He replied, looking unimpressed and not interested. "What did he want?"
"Just some milk. Oggling me was just an extra benefit." I smirked as I stood up. "I'm going to go take a shower."
I didn't bother to wait for an answer. I left the Tom to enjoy his coffee in peace, walking across the apartment to the bathroom.
Once inside I stopped in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Not so bad for an old woman I guess. Just not sure what had distracted the boy so much.
Was some part of me anatomy sticking out of the robe? I looked myself over with a frown and didn't see anything odd. It was an old tattered blue robe, but it covered me well. Made me feel like as innocent as a nun.
Maybe there was something in my hair? I kept looking in the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair, feeling about for any odd item that had somehow got caught up in there. To my relief I found nothing, a slight case of bed hair, but nothing off-the-wall.
I frowned as I leaned closer to the mirror, examing my face close up. Looking for a giant zit that might have taken up residence. Or maybe I had forgotten to wash off my makeup before bed last night. Nothing like a raccoon face to startle visitors. But no, nothing like that either. I looked, well, normal.
I sighed and figured it was one of those things I'd never know the answer to.