You know those chance occurrences that leave you wondering what is going to happen next? This was one of those times.
I was on vacation during the school year so was home alone while the kids were off to school and my wife off to work. I had seen everyone to the door, showered, shaved, and had just gotten settled into a game of pinochle on the computer while enjoying a cup of hot coffee when the phone rang. Jessie, the oldest daughter of our neighbors wanted to borrow the computer to type out a paper for some composition class she was taking at the local community college. Being the ever-helpful neighbor I agreed and she came over shortly after on an exceptionally warm January day wearing comfortable clothes. I could smell shampoo as she walked passed me through the front door and knew she had showered, but to look at the worn out sweats and tee shirt you would have thought she just rolled out of bed. Still, the worn out look in no way diminished her glowing charms. Jessie stands about shoulder height to me so I would guess her at about five feet tall and would probably blow away in a strong wind so couldn't be more than 100 pounds. However, her petite figure and slight build was marvelously curved. I had needed to put my tongue back in my mouth more than once over the past couple of summers seeing her wearing a thong bikini and enjoying the sun by my pool. She is auburn haired with pale brown eyes and no matter how much she lies in the sun remains very fair of complexion.
For the past couple of years I have from time to time thrown out suggestive remarks and subtle propositions that were usually responded to with a coy smile and a giggle. I am 15 years her elder, good friends with her parents, and in no way wanted to jeopardize my marriage or the good relations with the neighbors. So I fantasized at a distance, so to speak. My wife had pointed out several times that she was developing into quite an attractive young woman and knowing I have a soft spot for redheads had warned me to keep my eyes in my head. At any rate, I digress. She spent the bulk of the morning editing and retyping her paper and we hardly exchanged two words. At lunch I offered her a sandwich and she accepted. Over lunch we chatted and she asked if I would proof read her paper. Now continuing my dirty old man ways I made some remark about how she would have to repay me for disrupting my vacation, using my free computer time, burning up countless pieces of printer paper, and paying for editing services. She laughed, stood up from the table and stretched. It was then that I noticed that her worn out shirt was nearly see through, and when she threw her head back and stretched for the ceiling the thin material pulled taut across her breasts and revealed that she was wearing no bra. I swore I could see nipple, but not wanting to get caught I quickly diverted my eyes before she finished her stretch.
Regaining my composure I headed for the computer chair to begin the proof reading of her essay and she went off to explore the house or use the bathroom or something. I was amused by the title of her essay "How dumb can a guy be?" The assignment was to write an essay about anything and work on punctuation, proper verb/noun agreement etc. Well, I read into the paper and she had done quite well with the basics and had used several pick up lines and other instances where guys had made passes at her to illustrate how dumb guys can be. About half way through the paper some of the "dumb' things began to get way too familiar! I called out to her, "Hey Jessie! I can't believe you are using me in this paper and it isn't fair that you have taken them out of context! They were not as lame as you have made them out to be!" I heard her voice form the hallway, "Yes they were!" and as she got nearer the den, "You said them then did nothing! If you wanted to see my breasts why didn't you just ask?"
I stammered and finally spat out, "Fine! May I see your breasts?" Jessie graciously complied and removed her shirt to reveal a very nice rack indeed with small, pale nipples that pointed slightly skyward once they were free of obstruction. I am sure my jaw was hanging open at her boldness. I saw her blush all the way down to the top of her sweats when she asked, "can I see yours?" By now my blood engorged erection begged to be released from captivity so I jumped up and automatically slid my pants down without one thought about anything else. I looked up when she exclaimed, "Oh my god!"
Immediately I was certain I went to far and reached for my pants, but she stepped forward to stop me and said, "Its not that, its just that it is so much bigger than Tim's (her boyfriend)." I smiled and suggested she touch it and being ever hopeful even suggested she take it in her mouth to get the feel of it! Her coy smile was back and to my utter delight she first slid her sweats completely off! I was in heaven and now knew that the grass matched the hedges! I could not see a single flaw in her complexion save the few freckles that dotted her face across the bridge of her nose. In no time I had removed all of my clothing and was leaning back in the computer chair really enjoying the look of rapture on her face while she knelt between my parted thighs and slowly slid her hands up and down the shaft of my erection.
