Mature women
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Mature Women
On my nineteenth birthday someone in my family asked me if I had a crush on anyone at college, and I said no. What I didn’t tell them was that I had a crush on someone a lot nearer. Mrs. Jones lived next door and I’d admired her for some time now, and the reason I didn’t tell anyone was that she was forty years of age.
It all started in the summer of my eighteenth year; she was in the garden sun bathing while I cut the grass. Her husband had died two years earlier in a traffic accident, and I’d felt sorry for her. I would do odd jobs for her around the garden, and it was a pleasure to do. I knew I had a crush on her early on, I just didn’t know where it would all lead.
It was that day though that something happened which made me want more than an occasional smile. I’d just finished cutting the grass and looked over to tell her as much, but she’d gone back in doors. I put the lawn mower back in the shed and had the intention to let her know it was done, but when I went to the door and knocked there was no answer. Now I knew she was there, so I called out her name and still got no response.
I grew concerned at that point thinking that something might have happened so naturally I went inside. I quickly looked down stairs and when I didn’t find her I ran up the one floor and approached the bedroom, but as I got near to it I could hear water coming from the bathroom. As I turned, I caught sight of her naked body in the full length mirror that was just inside the door on the wall. I knew in an instant why she hadn’t answered me; she didn’t hear my call because of the shower. I also knew that I was still standing there and staring, like I was glued to the spot.
She had soap dripping off her large breasts, and because she was facing the end of the bath she couldn’t see me. I realized I was getting hard just watching her, and when she placed a foot onto the side of the bath and started to rub soap in between her legs I was mesmerized. What I wouldn’t have given to put that soap on for her, I thought as she continued to wash her self all over. It was when she started to wash the soap off that I decided to move, I just couldn’t let her catch me standing their.
That had been seven months ago, and now that I was nineteen and feeling sure of myself I needed a plan to get to know her a little more intimately. I’d masturbated over that image I’d seen so many times, but now I wanted the real thing.
I’d been working out over those few months and was starting to develop a pretty decent body, because I knew that her husband had been a big guy himself. I figured that was the kind of guy she liked, muscular. It was during a rainy day that something did happen; I’d been looking out of my bedroom window and saw that she couldn’t get her car started. I quickly ran down the stairs and out the door.
“Hi Mrs. Jones…having problems?” I said, as she got out of the car.
“Hi Dean, yes the car won’t start,” she replied.
I walked over to it, and told her to pop the hood, which she did. I could see the problem as soon as the hood went up.
“You have a pest problem. I’m guessing a squirrel, because whatever it is it’s chewed through your starter cable. Its not a big deal though, I can do a make shift repair until you can get it to the garage.”
“Oh thank you Dean, what do you need?” she replied.
“Some masking tape, a pair of scissors and a Philip’s screw driver.”
When she bought those things out, I set about undoing the cable and splicing it back together before sealing it with the masking tape and asking her to start the engine. It started straight away, and she couldn’t stop thanking me. She also noticed that I was soaked, so she told me to come inside, which I did.
“Take those clothes off you’ll catch your death of cold, and I’ll put them in my dryer,” she said.
She then handed me a towel and turned around. I’d so wanted to strip in this house for the past seven months that I was out of my clothes in seconds and telling her that she could turn around now. I had the towel around my waist, but knew that the muscular body was showing. I watched for any reaction, and when she blushed slightly I took that as a good sign.
We talked for a while, as I waited for the dryer to finish, and couldn’t help but notice how difficult it was for her to look straight at me. I tried to think of a way to bring the conversation around to sex, but for a while nothing came to me. That’s when I remembered the shower incident, and felt that it was a perfect subject.
“Um…Mrs. Jones I have a confession to make and an apology,” I said.
“Please Dean, call me Kathy. I’ve always hated the fact that you call me Mrs. Jones it makes me feel older than I really am. Now what is this confession you were talking about?” she replied.
“Do you remember the last time I cut your grass for you?”
“Yes vaguely, why…did you do something out there that you weren’t supposed to do?” she said, laughing.
“No…I came to the back door to let you know that I’d put the mower back into the shed, but I couldn’t get a response when I knocked. After a short while I popped my head around the door and called out your name, but when I still didn’t get a response I grew worried that something had happened to you. Anyway, I stepped into the house and looked through the rooms down stairs but still couldn’t find you so I went up stairs and that’s when I discovered you were in the shower and I saw you though the mirror on the wall.”
“You mean you saw me naked in the shower?”
“Yes…”
“Well I think it’s kind of sweet that you were so concerned with my welfare, so forget about it Dean I’m sure you went straight back down stairs.”
“That’s what I wanted to apologize for because when I saw you I couldn’t move, I found you so unbelievably attractive that I was frozen to the spot and watched you soaping yourself all over,” I confessed.
“Oh I see, so what was it about that incident that turned you on so much?” she asked.