Chapter Six - Painting a Memory
Finally, we got to work and started painting her walls. Sexually exciting standing so close to her, even when painting, we worked side by side. I painted the walls, while she painted the trim. With her place being so small and with not much to paint, the painting went really fas. Besides, with her bending over, I spent as much time as I could on the ladder because that gave me a clear down overall view of her tits, especially when she leaned forward and reached for the paint can. On flashing overload, every time she moved, I saw some part of her naked breast or her panties, as her oversized overalls were open down the side and were loose on her in the back, too. Even when she was standing, especially, when I was poised on the ladder looking down, I could see the side of her panty clad ass. She made me so horny while watching her. As if I was watching a personal peep show, seeing bits and pieces of her panties and breasts was so erotic.
I imagined reaching my hand down her overall top and cupping her big tit, while fingering her nipples. I imagined my hand reaching down the back of her overalls and feeling her round, firm ass through her panty. I imagined my hand reaching down the front of her loose overall and feeling her between her legs, before pushing her panty aside and feeling and fingering her furry pussy. I imagined taking her in my arms and kissing her, French kissing her, while I felt her everywhere. I imagined her kissing me back, the feeling her warm, wet tongue in my mouth, as she reached her hand down my underwear and...
"Freddie!"
"What?" She startled me and I nearly fell from the ladder.
"You're dripping paint everywhere."
"Oh, sorry."
Embarrassed that I was so careless, after my friend, Stephen, vouched that I was such a good painter, I quickly climbed down the ladder to clean up the mess. I had been so preoccupied and so horny, while imagining touching her and kissing her that I wasn't paying attention to my roller. Good thing she had put down a drop cloth under the ladder where I was painting, otherwise, we'd be painting the floor the same color as the walls. I needed to focus on her walls, instead of on her ass, pussy, and tits.
She had taken down all her shades to paint. As if she had just moved in or was moving out, her apartment was wide open and everything we did echoed the emptiness through her small apartment. With anyone able to look in to see, it was a good thing we were on the second floor. Only with her apartment on the bottom of a hill, the park and the cemetery were situated higher and even though she was on the second floor, her windows were still at eye level to the park. It was late afternoon and we needed to put on some lights to see what we were painting.
When I reached for the overhead light switch is when I saw my four friends, Stephen, Anthony, Joey, and Ralph duck down behind the fence in the park. Holding onto one another, they were squeezed together on the ledge. How they all fit on that little ledge without falling off, I'll never know? They must have been watching the whole time, no doubt. From where they were positioned and with her facing their way, when she was slowly unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt, seductively removing her bra, and changing in her overalls, they must have seen her tits and had a full view of her panty.
After what Anthony said about her stripping in front of her window with the light on at night and in front of him, it was then that I wondered if she knew she was being watched. After she flashed her panties that first time, she was on our radar and we were always watching her. Nah, how could she know we were watching her? We were always so discreet. Besides, now that my friends are making perverted asses of themselves, my horny friends had to stand precariously on the ledge behind the fence to see her and had to hold onto one another not to fall. The only reason I saw them was because I knew where to look. Surely, unless she was peering out her window in the dark, not knowing where to look, she'd never see them. Guys will do just about anything to see a naked or even a semi-naked woman. She'd never figured they'd do that, stand on that little ledge, just to see her tits.
Still, when I thought about her undressing, while standing with her back to me, and facing the window, as if purposely giving my friends a free striptease show, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and seductively removed her bra, much like Mandy Pepperidge, played by Mary Louise Weller, did in Animal House. Mindlessly thinking of the events of her day, she removed her bra, as John Bluto Blutarsk, played by John Belushi, climbed the ladder and stood in front of her bedroom window to watch her undress and to see her tits. Guys will go to extreme measures to see whatever they can see.
Now, I wondered if she knew they were there and if she was stripping, as much for them, as she was for me. Suddenly, I had a huge erection again, while thinking of her exposing her tits to my four friends. Lucky bastards, I wished I was them suddenly, that is, until I realized that I was getting a better view of her boobs up close and personal. No doubt, they were all wishing they were me.
I was so naive. It wasn't until years later that I figured this woman was driving us all crazy on purpose by flashing us. No doubt, her way of grooming us to make us all do what she so wanted and needed us to do. Just as we hoped she didn't know we were watching her, obviously, she knew we were always watching her. Just as she flashed us her panties on purpose every day, now she was giving me and my boys a great show of the rest of her body.
"I have to pee," she said suddenly.
Okay, I thought. Thanks for sharing, but that's really more information than I need to know. Am I supposed to announce to her, whenever I need to pee. too? Then, I remembered that there was no bathroom door. The realization of her lowering her overalls and sitting on the toilet topless, while peeing with her tits fully exposed was all consuming. This ought to be good, I thought.
Then, with the thought of her sitting so exposed on the toilet, the sexual excitement took over me in the way of a fever. Maybe, she'd grab a towel to cover herself. Maybe, she'd cover her tits with her hands and her forearm. Consumed by sexual excitement, afraid to turn my head to look and watch her undress, I felt, as if I'd be the one violating her, if I looked. Only, truth be told, obviously, she was the one hoping to violate me by flashing me her big tits.
