I was late for classes and decided to take a short cut to the bus stop through a narrow alley that ran along the home of my good friend and ex-classmate John. The house was a one flat ranch-style building. The alley was really a time-beaten path through a cul de sac, first formed by kids of the neighborhood looking for an easy way to access the playground. Over the years it had grown into a narrow, short path that kids and other folks used as a shortcut except when it was raining, for then it would be a muddy mess.
As I entered the alleyway and was going past John's home, movement picked up from the side of my eye made me turn my head. I saw John's mom pull aside the blind of her window and look out. She was wrapped in a bath towel that looked perilously close to loosening from where it was tucked in above her big bubbies.
She looked out into the little flower garden before raising her head. Upon seeing me, the full, round lips that were of a noticeably darker brown than her face broke into a bright smile showing neat white teeth. She waved her hand cheerily in a girlish kind of way. I returned the wave and continued on my way nervously, cursing faith for not seeing it fit to make that damn towel fall away.
I liked Mrs. Allen, as a matter of fact I found her very attractive and had been carrying a kind of crush for her since I first saw her six years ago. I say kind of crush because I had been deliberately down-playing the feelings she aroused in me and tried to keep my imagination tame due to her being john's mom, but I was always a bit nervous whenever I was there chatting with john and she happened to pass by or spoke to me whether in greeting or casual conversation
I found myself imagining what would have been revealed had fate intervened and caused the towel to slip from her shapely, slightly plump body, and I also wondered if this was the time of morning she usually took her bath. Thinking about that caused a reaction in my body and I had to stifle the images starting to take shape in my head. I however glanced at my watch and made a mental note of the time, hoping that she had looked away from me and hadn't seen my meaningful glance at the watch.
The next morning I left home the same time and as I entered the alley I felt a sudden heat begin to grow in my body, no doubt created by the hopeful anticipation of having my eyes treated to a at least a glimpse of bare boobs or something.
When I reached in line with Mrs. Grace Allen's window and turned my head, I felt like jumping for joy and shouting thanks to the sky above for the near perfect timing. There they were, just as I had hoped, before my hungry nineteen-year old eyes - a naked pair of big, round, light brown boobs with large blackish looking areolas. She was just preparing to tuck them into a pair of sheer, white bras. I stood still, my heart beating wildly, my crotch swelling and perspiration running down from under my arm.
She was facing the window, standing away from it deep enough into the room for me to get an almost full length view of her sexy body. She was wearing sheer white panties that fitted tight around her crotch, accentuating her lady bump.
The distance from her fence to the alley in which I was standing was only about four feet and then another ten feet or so to her window, so my view was perfect, especially as it was aided by the light that was on in the bedroom. Through the sheer panties I could make out the clump of dark bush above her nice lump of pleasure. When she was finished fitting the bra, she started to look up and I quickly twisted my head straight and hurried away.
All day the image of her big boobs and fat crotch haunted my thoughts and my pants was regularly host to a hardon while I was listening to the teachers. At one time when my pretty math teacher leaned over me to guide me through a math problem and I got a whiff of perfume and her soft smooth hand touched mine I felt like I was about to wet my khakis, but I managed to summon enough will power to keep the porridge in my balls.
Right on time the next morning, Friday, I was outside, just alongside the window at the exact moment she loosened her towel and tossed it away, giving me a nice profile view of her boobs with their stuck out nipples and the curves of her fleshy belly and big, round ass which I noticed was more notably broad than high. She turned and backing me walked, with bouncing, broad, fluffy, creamy bumper looking at me, to go stand in front of a vanity mirror where she appeared to be searching for some item. She picked up a comb and turning around started to walk toward the window with head down. I looked on in dizzying delight at the thick thighs and dark clump of bush between them.
So struck was I by the raw, natural, fluffy, naked image in front of me and so centered were my eyes on the black V, I didn't realize she had looked up and was looking at me until she raised one arm and held it across her bosom, managing to hide only the nipples and part of the areolas from my sight. Aside from the movies and porn I'd never looked at the fully naked body of a woman before and the three sexual encounters under my belt to date had all been quickies - twice in the dark with the older females raising their skirts and pulling panties aside, and once at a picnic, between trees with the young lady lowering her shorts and bending over to give me access.
Mrs. Allen stood there wide eyed and open mouthed, looking quite shocked and embarrassed. She raised a hesitant hand and with a weak smile waved at me before quickly lowering the hand to cover her crotch. I returned the wave with a shaking hand and hurried away on shaking legs.
As I walked to the bus stop I found myself excitedly thinking that the first display could have been an accident and this second one may have been a coincidence, but if it happened on a third day I'd be a fool to see it as anything other than a bait at which I was expected to bite. I couldn't wait for Monday morning to be on my way to school and I was darn well going to be late like I was on the past three days, no matter how much my mom fumed. For the rest of that day I was again minding a hardon in class. And that night I retired early to bed and pumped my cock so hard and long that it was in a swollen, aching state when I awoke the next morning.
That morning I answered the phone and my heart skipped a beat when I heard John's voice; I felt a tremor run through my body, for john and me, though living so close to each other hadn't met up or communicated for more than a month. My heart got back to normalcy when he excitedly told me about the new DJ equipment his dad had sent for him from abroad. And when he invited me over to help set it up, I wasted no time; I got there in record time.
While we were hooking up his speakers and amp to the console Grace Allen came into the room and greeted me pleasantly.
"Hello stranger, how yuh doin? ... I can't remember the last day I laid eyes on you. I was wondering if the two of you had a fall out," she said.
I instantly realized that she might be assuring me that John knew nothing about our accident, or better yet letting me know there could be secrets between us. That thought and her nearness made my young cock lurch.
"Nah, we two cool, Frankie just busy with his studies," John exclaimed before I could say anything.
He knew how shy and socially awkward I was and was used to rescuing me. She was wearing a light olive dress that looked more like a long shirt. It had buttons all the way down the front and splits at the sides. It stopped several inches above her knees and hugged her chubby body snugly. From the prominent nips hanging low and the two loose buttons at the top which allowed a glimpse of cleavage, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.
A button was also loose below the waist and there was a wide enough sprawl caused from pull of her thick thighs and big, broad ass. Those factors combined with the way she was standing with hands on hips and legs spread gave me an eyeful of smooth creamy inner thighs and a glimpse of red lace panties that set my blood on fire. I stared at the red panties intently for a few seconds as she turned to look at john fiddling with the wires. I felt like lunging forward on knees and pressing my tongue onto the red lace.
She suddenly laughed and said.
"Oh, busy, eh ... I guess now that you're an adult you're like overnight Casanova here, busy chasing all the young ladies in the neighborhood."
At 'overnight Casanova' she motioned to John with her pointed chin and smiled dotingly at her good looking son, her round face aglow, big brown eyes shining.
"Mom, stay out of my love life, ok ... I don't get involved in yours," John immediately spoke up, but in a lighthearted manner.
John was the type of person who could come up with a fitting response before the other speaker's words could settle. He was smart, quick witted, bold and shamelessly outspoken and the way he said things you never knew whether he was serious or just joking, angry or not. He'd been a straight A student and just after our graduation a year ago had gone straight to University while I being less academically gifted had drifted into a technical institute.
"You don't get into mine because I don't have a love life. You forget I'm an old lady and married," she said, sparing me a quick glance and thin smile.
