We'd packed the kids off for a few days, I'd taken some time off work, and Hazel had come to stay, leaving her kids with her parents. It was July, and it was very hot. We spent the first evening just chatting, and decided to go off for a picnic the next day. The following morning I got up first and made cups of tea. I took Sarah hers, and then knocked and went in to the spare room where Hazel was sleeping. She was lying on her back, smiling good morning at me. She was sleeping under a single sheet, which she had pulled up under her armpits, and her bare arms and shoulders looked lightly tanned in the half light through the curtains. The sheet was cream-coloured, and thin, and I looked at the shape of her breasts. Her nipples poked up through the material, and I could see very faintly the dark rings around these peaks. Further down, her legs were straight out and slightly parted, and the sheet clung around her thighs. I could see she was naked, as there was no tell-tale knicker mark around her flat waist I took all this in as I crossed the room. I put her tea down on the floor next to the futon, and she sat up, holding the sheet across her chest. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, showing her smooth, bare back, all the way to the top of her buttocks.
I left the room mentally removing the sheet, and went into the bathroom to shave and have a shower. Sarah came in with me, and showered while I shaved. When she got out I looked openly at her gorgeous body, and allowed my penis to grow half erect. Sarah jiggled her breasts at me. "Cheeky!" she grinned. I reached out slowly with both hands, and she pushed her chest forward, letting me touch her nipples, hard and knurled from the shower, with my fingers. I teased and stroked them, and my prick grew harder. She smiled, shivered and pulled away. "We haven't got time for that now. You'll have to wait 'til later. "Well, tonight I suppose," I protested. "That's ages."
"Tough titties!"‚ Sarah giggled, and walked out of the bathroom, trailing her towel behind her, and wiggling her titties at me a last time. She left the door open, and as I stepped across to push it shut, preceded by my prick, Hazel appeared on the landing holding her empty tea mug. I'm not sure who was the more surprised, but Hazel's eyes were quick to drop to my prick. Although my hand was on the door, I managed to feign sufficient surprise not to push it shut for some moments, and Hazel had time to look back up at me and down again - perhaps feigning her own surprise. In the end, actually after only a few seconds, common decency prevailed and I shut the door.
"You should be more careful," Hazel called after me, ironically but rather lamely. I was pretty sure she'd enjoyed the view as much as I'd enjoyed her seeing me, and her words served only to cover the embarrassment, I fancied. I thought what a shame it was, if we'd both been so keen, that we'd somehow had to shut the door.
"Is Matt bothering you?" called Sarah.
"No, just showing off. Mind you, you're the same, you tart, wandering around with nothing on. You nearly had my eye out with those nipples"
"I nearly had your eye out, too," I interjected. "Anyway, it's compulsory to walk about naked in this house. What are you doing in that T-shirt?"
"Well, I'll take it off then," called Hazel. "Are you coming out for a look?"
I cautiously opened the door, keeping myself hidden, and not daring to believe it possible. It wasn't, she was joking. But Sarah, still standing at the other end of the landing, jeered and pointed at me.
"Slapper. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I raised my eyebrows and grinned, and Hazel grinned too. She turned and went downstairs.
When I got downstairs Hazel was washing up the previous night's dishes. I sat down and watched her, chatting too. She was wearing only a white T-shirt which came down over her bottom. She clearly still had no knickers on. I looked at the profile of her right breast as she washed up, and the shape of her back and bottom, and her slim waist and belly. Again I imagined her naked, standing there letting me look at her. Occasionally she would stretch for something and the T-shirt would rise slightly, revealing part of her buttock. I longed to lie down on the floor behind her and peer up between her legs, but suspected she might notice.
By the time she'd finished Sarah had come down, dressed now, and we made toast for breakfast. I continued to admire Hazel's breasts moving beneath her T-shirt, the nipples brushing across the cloth. I gazed at her legs from the corners of my eyes as she sat next to me to eat, at the softness of her inner thighs pressed together on the chair. At one point she went to the fridge and in getting up she moved one leg off the chair a little before the other came round. She was quick , but not so quick that I didn't see, a brief flash of pubic hair as she rose to her feet. I nearly came on the spot. When she came back she was flushed, and I think she knew what she'd done. I was going to die of lust if this carried on.
After breakfast Hazel went upstairs to get washed and ready to go out, while Sarah and I prepared downstairs. I seized an opportunity to go upstairs to look for a bag and some other things we'd need, and mounted the stairs swiftly and quietly. I'd just heard Hazel go from the bathroom to the bedroom, and maybe she'd left the door open...
She had, and my stomach turned over as I silently approached, praying the floorboards wouldn't creak. I got to her door, and peered through the crack by the door jamb into the room. I had a perfect view of Hazel, standing on the futon in the middle of the bedroom, completely naked. My knees began to tremble as I took in her breasts, slightly larger than Sarah's, strong and firm, with dark nipples also hard from her shower. Her belly was beautifully flat, and her hips slim, giving her the figure of a younger woman. She had a modest triangle of medium-brown pubic hair, and through it I could make out the lips of her cunt. I tried not to pant too loudly as I watched. She was holding a bottle of body lotion, and I stood looking for a minute or so as she rubbed it all over herself - into her beautiful breasts, her fingers working it into her nipples, and into her thighs, parting her legs to reach better, and showing me the whole length of her cunt. How I wanted to go in and fuck her! I groped my penis through my shorts, but what I was seeing was too exciting for me to concentrate on masturbation. She even rubbed some into her cunt‚ itself, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh and pushing it out on either side of them as if she were masturbating too.
Suddenly, I heard Sarah at the foot of the stairs behind me. I had to move, in case she came up. I decided to take the bold option. The bag we needed was in the spare bedroom with Hazel, so I knocked, and called out.
"Are you decent?" I waited a split second, and put my head round the door, to see Hazel covering herself inefficiently with her hands.
