Some would call it a beautiful day... I certainly wouldn't. It was raining heavily and I was walking briskly, holding my handbag above my head in a feeble attempt to not get drenched. I looked stupid. My car had stopped working on the way home from work, and the tow truck company I'd called had their hands full with about a dozen or so similar complaints. That meant having to wait at least another couple hours before I'd get my turn, so I'd decided to just walk to my best friend, Rachel's place that wasn't too far from here.
Rachel and I worked at the same office and while she was a couple years older than me at forty, we still got along great and over six years of working together had gotten pretty close. I was single, while Rachel had divorced her husband seven years back. She'd since been living with her son, Adam, who'd just turned eighteen last month. I'd watched Adam grow all the way from his days of being an adorable little kid to then the shy, introverted but still adorable teenager that mostly kept to himself. Now at eighteen he'd matured into a smart, respectful, good looking young man. He was a good son to Rachel, but a bit of a klutz around me. A good bit of his shyness from his teen years had carried over, and I'd always found that side of him to be very cute.
I'd just turned thirty-two, still single but not without a fair share of men lining up on the daily with hopes of taking me out. Their reasons for doing so could be one or many. Maybe it was my long, black hair. Or my large, green eyes. Or my upturn-nosed, sharp angled face. But I was self-aware enough to know that it was probably the pair of 36 double F's and a large, round rump on my relatively tall frame at 5'7" that really kept them coming. I'd always been gifted in the chest department, and even at thirty-two my girls had yet to show any hints of sagging, sitting high and proud despite their size. Rachel and I both worked out a lot, and while I'd also always been gifted in the back, all those squats over the years had only made my ass rounder, firmer and juicier to the point it rode high and perky on my frame like a teenager's. Our nice, tight waists were the 'office treats' and spending most of my time with an older woman had coined us both the title of 'MILFs'.
As I brisk-walked my way to Rachel's, I noticed being the target of a stare too many. It was then that I realized the handbag over my head hadn't offered enough protection, and the white formal shirt I'd worn had become completely transparent from the rain. It stuck snugly to my body, revealing the black, lacy bra I'd worn underneath and the round shape of my tits for the world to see. Feeling a bit embarrassed by the sight, I started walking faster.
A minute later I'd reached Rachel's house. She'd left work early to visit her brother, so I didn't know if she'd be back by now. Adam, though, was on his last summer break before college and knowing him to be the type that wouldn't go out much, I'd hoped that he'd at least be home. I rang the doorbell and another minute later, my hope proved fruitful as he opened the door.
"Hey, honey!" I said, shivering at this point from being drenched, and quickly entered the house.
"Hey Jennifer," Adam closed the door behind us, letting me in. I'd always asked him to refer to me by my first name rather than the title of 'Aunt' his mother had preferred and pushed him towards. "Mom had gone to see Uncle Ronnie, but still hasn't come back."
I turned back towards him and saw the look of worry on his face. It really was raining quite heavily and I wouldn't want Rachel's car to suffer the same fate mine had.
"Did you call her?" I asked, rubbing my hands to warm them up, still shivering from the cold.
"No," he replied looking at my face, but right after his eyes rolled down my body and he saw through the now-transparent shirt my black bra and the full shape of my large breasts in its cups. I immediately noticed his face turning red. Normally I'd rush to cover myself, but Adam didn't know or talk to any girls as far as I knew - something his mother often chided him for. That, of course, meant he'd probably never seen a woman's body so up close and exposed either. He was going to follow up on his response, but in an instant had completely forgotten how to talk. I couldn't help but find his reaction to my unintended exposure cute, holding myself back from giggling and letting him have a look.
"Okay, don't worry. I'll call her, but first I need to deal with these drenched clothes. Could you get me a towel, honey?" I said, before deciding he'd seen enough and making my way to Rachel's room.
I was in Rachel's bedroom, taking off my absolutely soaked clothing and discarding it on the floor. I'd taken off everything - my formal shirt, dress pants, watch and heels, standing only in the lacy black bra and panties set I'd worn underneath. I reached around my back and as soon as my fingers made contact with the strap, Adam strolled in with a pair of fresh towels in his hands.
We looked at each other and his face immediately flushed again.
"Sorry!" He quickly said before moving back out and behind the door. He'd almost seen me fully in the nude.
"It's okay," I said, calmly. He was clearly embarrassed, and I didn't want to make it a big deal. 'I don't want to make my best friend's son almost seeing my naked, wet body a big deal,' I repeated in my head, questioning the bizarreness of the thought. But the way he'd immediately gotten flustered again was still cute, and I found myself not minding the situation as much as I thought I would.
I took the towels from his hand that was outstretched into the room while he stood behind the door. Moving back to the center, I continued to strip myself of my last articles. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when the bra snapped off and my heavy breasts bounced free. As I bent over to take the panties off, I saw from a mirror in the corner that Adam was secretly peeking inside and watching me the entire time.
I furrowed my brows at first, but then relaxed and smiled a little. He was eighteen after all, and not having a girlfriend meant all those teenage hormones were all over the place. He was eyeing my ass, and had no doubt gotten a view of my massive, deep cleavage before I'd turned to unhook not my most conservative of bras. Adam was Rachel's son, and he was a good boy, but he was a 'boy'.
I always knew he had a bit of a crush on me from the way his tone would shift from casual with his mom to all flustered as soon as I'd enter the house when visiting. Seeing me strip naked was probably one of his post-pubertal fantasies.
I liked Adam. I liked him a lot.
He'd always been a nice, respectful young man, always there for his mom and never letting her feel the lack of a male figure in the house. I didn't have the heart to end what was potentially his ages-old fantasy so soon, so I decided not to call him out for it. He could enjoy the show, it was just a little harmless fun after all.
