Cyndi 1

My wife passed away nearly two years ago, and I still miss her very much. I am a single parent in my early forties, the sole support for my teenage daughter. Amanda is a high school senior and is the most important person in my life. I do everything I can to make a good life for her. We live in a small, two-bedroom, one-bath apartment in a nice neighborhood. It's expensive, but it's important to me that Amanda be in a good environment. So I spend a lot of time at work, pulling down the overtime, and can't spend as much time with her as I'd like. Fortunately she has lots of friends, and they're all good kids.

Amanda's best friend is Cyndi, a classmate at school. She lives just two blocks away with her mother (her parents are divorced). Cyndi is very bright and energetic, and a natural athlete. She earned her varsity letters in track and tennis last year, and will certainly repeat those honors this year.

In spite of being so athletic (or perhaps because of it) Cyndi is the picture of eighteen-year-old femininity. She's about five foot six, and always dresses in an attractive manner that shows off her trim but definitely female form. Her blond hair is cut in a short, practical style and is very cute. It frames her wholesome, freshly-scrubbed face, setting off her dark blue eyes. Her lips are full, and she has a beautiful smile that shows off her perfect white teeth. She takes pride in her appearance. Her hands are small but strong, and her nails are always beautifully manicured, just the right length and a subtle shade of pink. She needs no makeup and wears very little, and usually sports a pair of simple gold stud earrings.

This is the story of a memorable encounter between myself and this lovely young woman.

I guess I haven't been very interested in sex since I lost my wife. Oh, sure, I get aroused sometimes, but I really haven't had any desire to be with a woman in all this time. Once in a while my cock will get hard, and I'll jerk off just to relieve the pressure. No big deal: just get it up, get it off, and get it over with. Sometimes you've just got to do that to clean out the pipes, you know?

Anyway, one morning I was getting ready for work, and Amanda was getting ready for school. As usual, Cyndi stopped by to pick up Amanda (who, as usual, was not quite ready). Cyndi was talking to Amanda up in her room while they fixed her hair. I was downstairs in my bathroom, taking a shower.

While I was in the shower soaping up, I started to get an erection. I hate to get it off while I'm in the shower, so I ignored it. When I finished washing up and stepped out of the shower, my cock was still semi-erect. As I toweled off I thought, okay, what the hell, it's been a couple of weeks, I'll jerk off. I have a couple of extra minutes and I hate to leave it like that. I put the towel down and took hold of my cock and started to stroke it. It usually doesn't take very long, and I feel more relaxed afterwards.

Upstairs, Amanda was looking for something.

"Cyn, can you run downstairs and get my hair spray? I think it's in the bathroom," Amanda asked.

"Sure - if it will make you get ready any faster!", bubbled Cyndi, as she hopped up from her seat on the floor. She bounded down the stairs two at a time, and whipped around the corner toward the bathroom.

Meanwhile, I was standing there by the sink, pulling at my stiffening cock. I usually just let friction do the work, not bothering to fantasize about anything. It doesn't mean anything to me; it's just to relieve the pressure, you understand. I usually never even get very hard, and typically manage a few little squirts and then it's over. This morning I was standing there as usual, stroking in anticipation of the coming release.

Cyndi didn't know I was in the bathroom, any more than I knew she was heading my way. The door was not locked; I wasn't expecting any company. In fact, it was only partly closed. Cyndi pushed the door open quickly, and spotted the hair spray right in front of her on the countertop near the door. She didn't see me right away, but I saw her - my heart stopped and I froze. Cyndi reached out and snatched the hair spray, then caught me out of the corner of her eye. Her face turned toward me and her quick smile lit up her face.

"Oh, sorry, didn't know you were in here!", she exclaimed, looking me in the eye. Then she realized I was naked. Her eyes widened, and her smile quickly faded away as she looked down to see the now-drooping cock in my hand. My meager erection had melted away with the shock, but it was obvious what I had been doing. I didn't know what to do - my embarrassment was overwhelming and I was totally frozen in my tracks.

I could see in her face that something crossed her mind. Maybe she sensed how embarrassed I was, maybe she knew how lonely I had been, maybe something else…

As she looked at the cock in my hand, her surprise turned to amusement. Turning her gaze upwards to meet my eyes, with that room-brightening smile she asked, "Say, would you like some help with that?"

I was speechless. I never would have done anything like this on my own. I certainly wouldn't have approached her with this in mind. But here she was, a consenting adult, offering me something I hadn't had in a long time. What should I do?

Before I could say a word, Cyndi had taken two steps toward me and, with athletic grace, lowered herself to her knees. Reaching up with her right hand she wrapped her fingers gently around my cock. Her soft hand brought me quickly to life.

It had been so long. I had forgotten how wonderful the touch of another person could be. The feeling of her skin against mine was electrifying. The sensation brought my cock to a fully erect state almost immediately.

Her strong tennis-player grip tightened, and she began stroking, slowly at first. "My boyfriend tells me I'm really good at this," she whispered. As my cock grew harder, her pace increased. Her sure, even strokes concentrated on the shaft of my cock, with her thumb just touching the sensitive ridge of the head each time before returning.

Her left hand reached up, brushing the inside of my thigh, and she gently skimmed the skin of my scrotum with the tips of her long, smooth nails. Her tender touch in this most sensitive area made my balls tingle with pleasure. My cock grew harder and longer than I'd felt it in years! Now, I'm just average sized, but suddenly my cock felt enormous and hard as tempered steel.

The incredible feeling of this simple act somehow had left my memory. The universe seemed to be centered on the space containing my cock and the hands of this beautiful young woman. Nothing else existed anywhere.

She looked up at me and smiled, seeing my wide-eyed reaction to her efforts. I was totally powerless; she was in complete control. She bit her lower lip, grinning as she looked down again to attend to the task at hand. Her right hand moved ever faster, with her grip tightening as she pulled toward the head of my cock, and loosening slightly as she moved back down the shaft. It was as though she was in a contest, eager to coax all the fluid from me. She stared intently at her work, which only served to arouse me even more. The head of my cock was purple, and seemed swollen to twice its normal size.

A shudder ran through my body, and we could both tell that my orgasm was imminent. She looked up at me again, as if to ask if this was "it." All I could do was let out a low moan. A bright smile came to her face, and she shot me a quick wink. She licked her full lips, then parted them and moved her head forward, engulfing the head of my cock in her lovely mouth with a single motion. Her right hand pumped my cock furiously, as her left hand took hold of my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. She held just the tip of my cock in her mouth, her lips locked tightly around the head. She didn't move her head, but I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. I couldn't control myself any longer. My eyes closed, my fists clenched, and my entire body tensed for a split second. I held my breath.

With a gasp, I came. I hadn't experienced such intensity of feeling in all of my memory. I could feel the juices spurting forth from my cock with a force that came from my entire body. Cyndi's mouth eagerly accepted it all. With every spurt of mine, she swallowed. The movement of her tongue as she sucked enhanced my orgasm, and it seemed it would never end. Her right hand worked the shaft expertly, and her left caressed my balls until they were drained of every drop. After what seemed like hours, my orgasm finally ceased. My body relaxed, and I let out my breath in a rush.

Cyndi relaxed her grip on my cock, just now growing soft, but continued stroking it gently. She squeezed it from the base to the head, milking the final drops from it. She continued to hold the head of my cock in her mouth, sucking softly to capture those last drops. With every movement of her tongue I shook. After a few moments, as though instinctively, she sensed that I'd had quite enough, and pulled her head back, freeing my cock from her mouth. She looked at my droopy, drained cock and smiled. She planted a playful kiss on the head before releasing her tender grip. "There. That's better." she chirped.

She stood up quickly but gracefully, and turned toward the door. "Oops, I almost forgot this," she said, stopping to pick up the hair spray from the counter. As she reached the doorway, she turned to look back at me. Flashing that famous smile she said, "Just let me know if you need my help again." and she turned to walk out the door. Looking back over her shoulder at the last second, she added, "Anytime!" and gave me a wink. With that, she walked away.