When I was just out of short pants, my parents would rent out my older sister's room to transfer students from the local college. After a succession of hairy, bearded men, along came this vision of Swedish womanhood. She was tall and blonde, with a honey gold tan; I was in love for the first time in my short life. One Saturday afternoon, my parents were out somewhere when I walked up the stairs, Greta door was open and I stood in her doorway. She was sat in front of the dressing table mirror, dressed in very small light blue underwear, I didn't know underwear came in any colour other than white. I just stood there staring at this vision, when she turned and looked at me; I must have made a noise. Instead of being angry with me, she smiled and waved me inside.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked turning back to view herself in the mirror. I just nodded not trusting my voice; I was so close I could see the short blonde hairs on her arms against the honey colour of her skin. She turned back and smiled at me.

"Come here little boy," she said, "let's see what you've got for Me." her hands unzipped my fly and pulled my rapidly hardening cock out.

"Oh my, you're not a little boy are you?" she smiled at me, "your soldier is nice and big." Gently her hand rubbed me up and down, I was in heaven, but I wasn't going to last long.

"Oh nice," she cooed, "are you going to come soon?" again I just nodded and she bend down and took me into her mouth, as soon as she did I spurted and she suck me dry.

"Oh you taste nice, young and sweet," she smiled licking her lips. "Lets see if we can get you hard again, shall we." She reached behind her back and unclipped her scanty bra exposing her boobs to my gaze.

"What do you think?" she asked, she squeezed then with her own hands. They were small but beautifully shaped. "Here give me our hands," she requested and she moved them onto her boobs to replace hers.

"Now not too hard," she said, "gently like this," she showed me how she liked it. "There see, you're big soldier is hard again already." While I fondled her boobs her hand was rubbing me until again her head went down and sucked me dry.

"There that was nice, my big boy," she cooed and hugged me tight, "now off you go, I must get ready to go out."

That night I couldn't sleep, my whole life had changed in a half-hour period. I tossed and turned all night seeing her golden body in my mind. At last it was morning. I got up and went into the bathroom, just as I was finishing cleaning my teeth, Greta came in, in her night-dress.

"Good morning my big boy," she smiled at me and hugged me, "I'm going to take a shower, do you want to help me?" my voice cracked so I just nodded.