“Okay, we’re leaving in a few minutes,” Mom said. “I called a friend of mine and asked her to come over so she could help you with whatever you might need while your father and I are out.” “What, like a babysitter?” “Oh don’t be silly. Your arm is broken, remember? I just thought you might need someone to do some things for you.” “Well thanks, Mom,” I said, somewhat sarcastically. “No trouble at all. She seemed very interested in you as a matter of fact.” Oh great. I could just imagine some old bag talking at me until my arm falls off, and then I’d have no good arms left. “Alright, we’re off to the opera. Have fun.” I didn’t think that was likely.
I heard a stranger’s voice talking with my parents downstairs, followed by the front door opening and closing. Then I heard her coming up the steps. She stopped in my doorway and we just looked at each other without saying a word. It was an unusual first encounter, but right away I was glad to see she wasn’t what I had expected.
She looked to be in her late thirties and quite attractive. Something about the look in her eyes told me she was willing to try anything. And what a body! I didn’t know such women actually existed outside of those magazines. She had a wonderfully full chest and legs that went forever.
She checked to make sure my parents were gone and then came into the room. I was sitting in the recliner and she came right up to me, knelt down, and started to unzip my jeans! Clearly she had only one thing on her mind, and believe you me, I was all for it, but I finally spoke up. “Wait, I have to pee first.” It sounded stupid but I did need to, quite badly even. I figured this would ruin it for her, but instead she seemed delighted.
