The wind was cold and the air icy. I was just loading the last piles of leaves into the cart when Mrs. Meckel parked her car in front of the garage. “Hello, it’s pretty chilly out here – are you going to be long?” “No, Mrs. Meckel,” I replied, “I think I’ll be ready in ten minutes.” “Well, then I’ll make us some hot cocoa, see you soon,” said Mrs. Meckel and disappeared into the house. Just looking at this woman warmed me up again. Late forties, brunette, medium-length hair and a wonderful figure. Tall, feminine, simply my dream. But the worst thing was that she had been my teacher until eight years ago and was a friend and work colleague of my mother. I’m Joe, actually Joseph, but for as long as I can remember everyone has called me Jo. 22 years old, a trained gardener and my mother passes me around to her friends.
That means that after work or at the weekend I go out and help out in the neighbourhood. After a short break I am back at home with my mother and I feel at home there. And that’s how I got this job with Mrs Meckel. For the first time with this dream woman. And I also knew that she was alone. Her ex-husband, a well-paid banker, had gone to New Zealand with his secretary three years ago. “Jo Jooo!” I heard Mrs Meckel call, “the cocoa is hot – are you coming?” Oh, how I would love to come now – in your presence, Mrs Meckel, and despite the cold my little dick swelled up in my pants. “Yes, I’ll be with you in two minutes.” “Great, you can come in through the cellar – then you can take off your dirty clothes.” I took the cart and the equipment into the shed and then went into the cellar.
When I opened the door to the basement, I was standing in the laundry room. A washing machine, dryer, sink, and a small coat rack, where Mrs. Meckel’s boots were. And the first thing I saw, as an old laundry fetishist, was an item lying in front of the washing machine. I bent down to pick it up, and lo and behold, a pair of blue satin panties. When I sniffed it, I was hit by a scent of perfume and what I thought was probably the most beautiful, yet most indescribable scent in the world. The smell of a pussy. I was just about to take another sniff when I heard Mrs. Meckel coming down the stairs. Panties dropped and shoes unlaced. “Yeah, please take off your dirty pants too, my housekeeper cleaned everything this morning,” she said, turned around and went upstairs.
The dream of my sleepless nights, surrounded by a pleasant perfume, in a black dress, black boots and black tights, disappeared and I stood there like a wet poodle. If I went up there now without my jeans, just in a T-shirt and boxer shorts, she would see that my little friend was jumping for joy in his pants. What should I do? I looked around and found a bath towel on a shelf next to the dryer. I wrapped the towel around my hips, like when I go to the sauna, and went upstairs. “Come on, Jo, you don’t have to be embarrassed, I’ve seen you in your swimming trunks at your house too,” said my hostess as I came up the stairs. Yes, I thought, back then, firstly you weren’t wearing such spicy clothes and I hadn’t smelled your panties beforehand either.
“No, I know that, but it’s not so cold on your legs,” I lied and gladly accepted the seat that Mrs. Meckel offered me on the corner bench in the kitchen. In front of me was a steaming hot cocoa with whipped cream and next to me was Miriam Meckel, the crush of my school fantasies, the mental masturbation material of my youth, the most exciting piece of woman – at least for me. We chatted about this and that, she praised my work, told me about her last school trip and so on. And me? I think I only understood half of it, because my senses were limited to sight and smell. It wasn’t just the cocoa that smelled, but Mrs. Meckel too. Her smell made me all fuzzy, and the sight of her made me dream of a strict but sensitive dominatrix. And as my thoughts drove me, I must have repeatedly touched myself between the legs without realizing it!
Because suddenly Mrs. Meckel interrupted her story and looked at me very sternly: “What’s wrong, are you always itching between your legs, boy, if the towel scratches, put it away,” she said and grabbed the bath towel and spread out the ends I had pinned together. I must have turned bright red when I looked at her and she looked first at me and then at my baggy boxer shorts. “Yes, hello, you seem to have been thinking about something other than what I told you!” She stroked my hair and I almost burst with horniness. “Sorry Mrs. Meckel, I’m sorry,” I stammered, “but your outfit, your smell and all that is too much for me at the moment. Sorry and thank you for the cocoa.” Were my words as I stood up, grabbed the bath towel and wanted to disappear into the basement.
“Nana, you’re not getting out of here that quickly. Sit down and we’ll both talk about it.” She held me by the arm and pulled me towards the chair in front of the kitchen table. I dropped the towel and sat down on the chair. Big bulge in my pants, red face and more adrenaline in my body than a triathlete before the Ironman. Mrs. Meckel sat down on the corner bench to my left and looked at me sternly with her green eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong with you, Jo, you don’t have to be ashamed, that’s completely normal for boys your age.” Yes, completely normal, except that you’re a friend of my mother’s and you’ll tell her straight away tomorrow – your son had a hard-on in my kitchen – or – you should meet the little pig that lives with you – or who knows what she would say about me.
“Yeah, if you have a problem with your sexuality, let’s talk about it. I’m definitely a better person to talk to than your mother. And I can certainly give you better help than your friends.” Oh yes, Mrs. Meckel, I’m sure of that. You can help me, give me a proper blow job, swallow, and my problems will be solved. “Well, how should I tell you this? It started when I found a pair of panties in the laundry room and smelled them before you came downstairs. And from then on, my thoughts were only focused on one thing. I wasn’t really listening when you were talking.” “So, you smelled my panties – and you seem to have liked them. I can see it from the bulge in your boxer shorts.” “Yes, and your outfit is killing me, that dress, those boots – they’re my dream.” “Ah ha, you like boots?”
“No, I don’t know, but you’re just making me excited. What should I do?” Mrs. Meckel put her hand on my knee. “First we should make sure that you calm down a bit – and then we’ll talk about your problems. Come on, walk with me.” She took my hand and led me out of the kitchen. The hallway led towards the bathroom; at least there was a bathtub on the door in front of which we were standing. Mrs. Meckel put her left hand on my bottom and pushed the bathroom door open with her right hand. “Sit on the edge of the bathtub there,” she said and pushed me into the room. A dream of a bath surrounded me. I felt warmth on my feet, a wonderful aroma floated through the room, and in front of me I saw a large tub (whirlpool), a double sink, a toilet and a bidet. The room was made of blue and white tiles and was very pleasantly decorated.
However, my eyes were more drawn to Mrs. Meckel, who was unbuttoning her dress in front of me. “You should sit down and take off your clothes!” She said as she undid the last button on her dress. “How do you take off your clothes? My T-shirt and my pants?” “Yes, let’s see if we can’t calm you down a bit,” she said, slipping the dress off her shoulders. Yes, if that’s supposed to calm me down, what do you do with hyperactive children, I thought. My dream woman was now standing in front of me in a black corset, black tights and boots. My little cock was jumping for joy in my pants. I reached between my legs to bring some order to my soft parts. “Take off your clothes – I’m not used to saying everything twice!” The tone became a little stricter and I looked at the person opposite me. “It’s fine, I obey” and how I gladly obeyed.
T-shirt over my head and boxer shorts over my knees, I was standing in front of her in socks. “Socks off! I hate it when a man wears socks.” So I took off my socks too and now stood stark naked in front of the dream of my sex fantasies. Mrs. Meckel took a step towards me, hugged me with her left hand and grabbed my cock with her right hand. “Well, it’s not exactly the biggest,” she whispered in my ear. I almost burst. If she moves her hand now, I’ll cum. She pressed me harder against her body: “Come on, smell it, and then kneel here in front of me.” I was out of my mind, the smell, the rustling of the tights on my leg, her grip on my cock, her words in my ear – it was too much for me, I felt the juices in my balls going on a rollercoaster ride and at the same moment my cock twitched and a load of cum spurted against Mrs. Meckel.
“There was a lot built up,” she let go of my cock, took a towel, wiped her hand and her corset clean and handed me the towel. “Thank you,” was all I could say at first. Mrs. Meckel laughed at me, came towards me and kissed me on the cheek. “Not for that, I enjoyed it too,” as she said this, she took my hand and guided it between her thighs. A pleasant dampness, the material of the tights and the hooks of the corset under the tights. Impressions that were turning me on again. I pulled my fingers up and smelled my fingers – oh, that was a feeling. “Come on, kneel down and help me take off the tights.” What was that going to be? I was out of my mind.
