Helping Hand
written by:
Billy Jack

Helping hand --- By Billy Jack

"Hi Billy," the voice said over the phone, "this is Millie, from next door. Are you still looking to earn some extra money to take with you to college?"

"Yes I am," I said, my heart picking up pace from hearing her sweet sounding voice. Millie is the neighbor living next door to my parents, and every time I see, or hear her name, my blood pressure kicks up a notch. She stands about five feet ten inches tall, which is tall for a woman, and she has a body that I can't peel my eyes off of when I am around her. She has got to have the best body of any woman I'd ever met. She has the longest wavy brown hair I'd ever seen on a woman, and she looks incredible."Are you in need of my help?"

"Yes I am," she said. "I've got a lot that needs to be done. Since my separation I've put it off, and now that I am getting over being alone, I think now is the time. Will you be able to come over, hopefully start immediately?

"I can be there in half an hour," I said, "will that be too soon?"

"Half hour will work great for me," she answered, "see you then."

I quickly took a shower, put on my best work clothes, and grabbed a cold soda as I walked out the door. When Millie answered the door I nearly fell over. She was dressed in a pair of white Daisy Duke Shorts, a beige tube top, and a pair of white sandals. I could see the areola bleeding through the thin material, and the hardness of her nipple poking out made my cock swell.

"Hi Billy," she said as she opened the door and stepped to the side to allow me entry, "come on in. I'm so glad you are available to help me. I needed to do this a long time ago, but I went through a bout of depression. I didn't want to do anything. Now I am ready."

For the next half hour she walked with me and showed me all the things she needed done. After she showed me, she told me that I could start in the bedroom. I was to take all of her ex-husbands clothes out of his side of the closet and pack them in a box. Before I got started, she came back into the bedroom and told me if I saw any clothes that I thought would fit me, and I liked, that I could take them. I could hear the resentment in her voice when she talked about her husband, and I could sense a deep loneliness.

I had the box sitting on the bed, and as I went through his clothes, I put the clothes I didn't want inside, and the ones I did, in a pile next to the box. Millie's husband didn't skimp when it came to his clothes. He had the best of the best. Most of them looked fairly new, but some I just didn't care for, or at least I didn't feel would look that good on me.

"How's it going?" Millie asked as she entered the bedroom carrying two cups of hot coffee. "I thought you might like to take a short break and have a cup of coffee with me. I have to have my morning coffee, and I thought it would be nice to have it with a man. I miss having a man around, so while I have you, I will take advantage of it. That is if you don't mind."

I took the cup and sat next to her on the bed. I couldn't believe how any man could be so stupid as to leave such a beautiful woman.

"I guess you heard that I was going through a divorce?" She asked after she took her first sip. "The son of a bitch decided he like men better than he did women."

"You mean your husband was gay?" I asked, with shock in my voice.

"As queer as a three dollar bill," she said, but then smiled. "He said that he found out while he was out partying with his old navy buddy when he came to town. I guess he prefers to have his shit packed rather than to have a beautiful woman at his beck and call."

"He's got to be a stupid man," I said before I took the necessary time to put my thoughts together. "I could never do that to a beautiful woman like yourself. Hell, I wouldn't want to go out of the house unless I had to. I would want to spend my every moment with you."

"That is so sweet of you to say," she said as she put her hand on the crook of my arm and lightly squeezed. "You don't know how much I needed to hear that."

"Are you sure you want to get rid of his clothes?" I asked. "What if he still wants them?"

"He's not getting shit out of this house," Millie said. "He wanted his freedom, he's got it, completely. He can start all over, just like I did."

"I like this shirt," Millie said as she held up a dark blue pull over shirt that sat on the top of the pile of clothes I decided to take. "Why don't you try it on, let me see how it looks on you?"

I didn't know whether I should go to the bathroom to change, or change right there, but I felt comfortable with her being there, so I took my shirt and raised it over my head. As soon as I had it off, I heard her sigh loudly, and I looked over at her and saw her smiling at me.

"I'm sorry," I said, my face turning red with embarrassment, "I should have changed in the bathroom?"

"Hell no, you shouldn't have" she said in an almost demanding voice. "I haven't seen a man's naked chest in over a year, and you caught me off guard. I didn't realize you had such a nice body. You look a hell of a lot better in that shirt than Mike ever did."

I didn't know her husband's first name, so I could only assume it was Mike.

Without saying another word, she stood, moved up to me, and put her hands on my pectoral muscles and started to rub. "Ummm," she moaned. "You have no idea how good you feel."

I didn't move a muscle. I was afraid that if I did, she would stop. I was excited, and her actions were making me even more excited.

She moved in closer, rubbed her hands up and down my chest, and then moved down and rubbed my stomach. "I hope you don't mind," she said. "I've been alone so long, I can't seem to stop myself."

"Not at all," I told her. "It feels good."

"Really?" She asked, sounding surprised. "So you don't mind an old woman rubbing on your body?"

"You aren't that much older than me," I said, "if anything, maybe five years."

She moved in closer, put her hands around my waist and pulled her body in tight to mine. I not only heard her moans, but I felt them on her chest when she pressed her breasts to my chest.

"You feel so good," she said as she leaned her head back slightly and looked up at me.

Our faces were only inches apart, and I don't know why I did it, but without thinking, I moved in and kissed her. I expected her to pull back, slap me, and then tell me to leave her house, but instead, she kissed me back, with a passion I did not expect.

Our kisses grew more passionate with each passing second. When she pressed her tongue against my lips I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue to slip in. I sucked and pulled at her tongue with my own tongue, causing both of our breathing to become labored.

"Oh God," she purred, "I need you so badly."

Before I realized what she was doing, she turned so that she was facing away from the bed and fell backwards, pulling me with her onto the mattress. I landed on top of her, and my now hard cock was pressing against her pelvis. She felt my hardness digging into her pelvis, and she didn't waste any time. She pressed her body upward, putting more pressure against me, and she squealed.

She pushed me off of her after several seconds and rolled over on top of me. She kissed my face, moved down and kissed my chin, then my neck, and kept moving down until her lips were wrapped around my tiny nipples. She used the fingers of her farthest hand to twist and tweak my other nipple while she sucked and nibbled at the one.

Now it was my turn to moan and groan from being overly excited. I'd never had a woman suck my nipples before, and the experience was exciting me more than I could have imagined. I didn't think women did that to men.

"I want you," Millie moaned as she pulled on my nipple with her teeth. "I want you to make love to me. I want you to make me feel like a woman again."

I had been holding off touching her longer than any man would have been expected to, and now I had the go ahead. I rolled over onto my back, pulling her with me, and then I slid my hand down her backside until I had both of her ass cheeks in my hands. I shivered when I felt their firmness. I hadn't ever touched an ass as firm as hers, and I was become even more excited, more than I'd ever been before.

At first I thought it was the tight shorts that made her ass appear to be so firm, but when I slid me hands under the material to feel her bare skin, it was just as firm. I don't know how I kept from unloading in my jeans, I had to fight hard not to.

"I love how you touch me," Millie said after she lifted her head to look at me. "Can I touch you?"

"You can do anything you want," I said. "I've wanted you for a long time. Now that I have you, I want to do it all."

"Ummm," she moaned as she slid her hand down my stomach and onto my crotch, "you always say the right things."

She rubbed my cock on the outside of my jeans until I was as hard as I was going to get, then she moved up on her knees and unsnapped my jeans. After she had them loose, she moved down to my feet and pulled them downward until they were dangling free in her hands, then she dropped them to the floor at the side of the bed. She couldn't take her eyes off of my cock. It seemed forever before she moved slightly forward and put her hands over my stiff erection and started to rub up and down the underside. She did this several times before she eased her fingers around me and held my cock before she started to stroke me.

It took all I had to keep from cumming in her hand. I hadn't ever had anyone as beautiful as she was touch me before, and I was doing all I could to hold off. I wanted desperately to toss her on the bed, rip her shorts off, and bury my face in between her legs. But I knew she wasn't the type to be rushed, just by the way she was touching me. She wasn't moving fast like most of the women I'd had sex with. She was taking her time, drawing it out.

After several more minutes of stroking me, she sat up, took the bottom of her tube top, and pulled it up over her head, exposing the most perfect set of D's I'd ever seen. I lifted my hands to touch them, but Millie intercepted me and had me place both hands on the bed, beside my hips. She then moved up, leaned over so that my cock was between her tits, and she started moving up and back, sliding my shaft in between her tits.

Each time she moved down, and the tip of my cock poked out from the top of her breasts, she leaned in and licked the very tip. I could feel my cum building, and I knew it wasn't going to be easy holding back.

After several minutes of tit fucking me, she moved down several inches and slid her lips over the head of my shaft, and slid down until her lips touched my pubic hairs. She held still once I was all the way in her mouth for several second, and then she started moving up, only to slide back down again.

I couldn't see it, but I sensed a big smile on her face when she heard my moans and groans intensifying. It caused her to move faster on me, adding more suction each time she moved down on me. It was the most intense feeling I'd ever had.

I knew I was dangerously close to cumming in her mouth, and I didn't want to, at least not yet. I forcibly rolled her over onto her back, sat on her lower legs while I unsnapped her Daisy Dukes. After I had them undone, I moved off of her and slid them down her hips until I had them off. I couldn't take my eyes off of her freshly shaved mound. I wanted to kiss them, lick them, then move down and pull her clit into my mouth and drive her as crazy as she had driven me only moments earlier.

But I didn't move to her pussy immediately. I moved up her body and kissed her passionately for several seconds before I kissed my way down to her breasts. When I sucked her nipple into my mouth, she stretched her body out, moaned, and then loosened up. I could tell by the way she watched me sucking her nipple that she loved what I was doing.

By the time I started to kiss down her stomach, her breathing was nearly out of control. When she felt my mouth make contact with her clit, she squealed, and then slid her hands on my head and pulled me in tightly. I didn't need any encouragement. I pulled her swollen nub into my mouth, lightly nibbling on the hard button, and then slid my tongue out onto it, pushing it first to the right, and then the left.

"Of fuck," she moaned out loud, "that feels so good. Keep doing what you are doing. I am going to cum."

I could feel her hardened nub under my tongue, and it was exciting me just as much as it was her. I could feel the vibrations of her moans through her pelvis, and I knew she was building up fast for a huge orgasm. I wouldn't settle for a small orgasm, I wanted her to squirt. I wanted to show her that I could take care of her and make her feel the way she needed to feel.

Her pussy grew wetter by the second. I could tell each time she had a small orgasm, when she shot out a small glob of cum on my chin. I wanted her to explode, not just shoot a glob out at me. I wanted her to scream out in ecstasy when she came.

It took nearly eight minutes, but when she opened up and shot out at me, I knew I had accomplished what I wanted. She did scream out, louder than even I expected, and it added that much more to my excitement.

I held onto her hips until she shot her last spray out at me, then I kissed my way back up her body until our lips were pressed together in a hot embrace. I couldn't get enough of Millie. I wanted to go back down her body and devour her again, but I also wanted to do much more than the ordinary sex she was probably accustomed to, I wanted her to always remember our time together.

If I did what I planned, I knew she would want to spend more time with me, again. I didn't want it to end with this one time. I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could before I left for college.

After her breathing was under control, I took both pillows and stacked them in the middle of the bed. I then had her move over to lay with her stomach on the stack, causing her ass to be pointed upward at an angle. I'd fucked one time like this before, and it seemed to set off the woman I was with in a series of huge orgasms. I wanted this to happen with Millie.

I moved in behind her, aimed my cock at her opening, and slowly pushed forward. She held her breath until I was buried completely inside her, then she breathed out in a large gush of breath. I knew by the way her body was responding that she liked it this way, I know I did. I pushed forward, held still for only a second and then moved back, only to repeat the process over and over.

Each time I pushed forward, I moved deeper inside her, and she moaned louder and pushed her ass back at me. I couldn't believe how much more intense it was with her than anyone else I had been with. I don't know whether it was because I had wanted her for so long, or because she was, to me, an older woman, a beautiful older woman. I didn't see a need to psychoanalyze why I felt it was so much better, I just wanted to enjoy her.

She came at least a half dozen times before I was at a point of no return. Each time I moved forward, I slammed at her with a fierce pounding. I was no longer gliding forward, I was lunging. It caused her breathing to increase, her squirming to become more violent, and her body to respond in a way I had never experienced before.

When I opened up and filled her with my cum, it almost hurt. I came so hard that my balls felt like they had deflated, all within a second. But at the same time, it felt sensational. I wanted more, much more.

"Billy," she said after she rolled onto her back beside me and leaned over me, with her breast lying on my stomach, "I've never had anyone make love to me like that before. You make Mike seem like an inexperienced teen-ager. You were incredible."

"How could I not be, with such an incredible partner?" I asked, and then leaned in to kiss her again. "I would love to see you again, before I go off to school."

"You are welcomed here any time you want me," she said with a smile, showing me that she was happy with my response. "I love making love to you. I want more, a lot more. Can you spend the rest of the day with me? I want to make love all day."

"I would love to stay here with you," I answered her. "I want to be with you as much as I can. If you don't mind, since I will be coming home every week-end, could I see you then as well?"

"I would feel hurt if you didn't come over when you could," she said. "I have no interest in meeting other men. No one has ever made me feel the way you just did."

I stayed with her all day. In fact I didn't leave her house until late the next morning. We made love nearly every hour, until we finally fell asleep in each other's arms around midnight. Then we woke up to another intense love making.

I plan to see her every weekend. I would have four years of college to attend, and after I graduate, the thought of us living together was embedded in my mind. If I had my say so, we would become a couple, an exclusive couple.