The quarantine sucks! Personal distancing, essential businesses only, damn near everything closed, including my university campus. We all got sent home. Except in my case I couldn't go home. My grandparents had been traveling and were now home, with my parents, in quarantine, which means I can't go home and I can't stay on campus!
Fortunately for me, Mrs. Johnson, one of my parent's friends who lives just down the street, has an extra room which she offered up to a poor college freshman who has no place else to go.
Mrs. Johnson is almost the same age as my parents. I think she's something like forty-five or so, tall, slender with the exception of her chest, blonde and athletic looking. She's actually pretty attractive for someone twice my age. I've known her for years and one of my favorite attributes of hers, besides her bubbly personality, is her fairly big set of tits, but then for a twenty year old almost every set of tits is big. Her husband is unfortunately stuck overseas because of the same quarantine issues that had me home from school.
I was glad she took me in. I'm not quite sure where I'd have gone if she didn't. She and I settled into a routine after a few days. Much of the day was spent with her sitting in her basement office, telecommuting from home to do her work, while I sat on the little sofa in the guest room I was using, doing my school work. When she took breaks she always came to check on me, bring me a snack or make lunch. When we were both done, she made dinner which we shared sitting across from each other at the little breakfast counter. After dinner we spent time in the downstairs den, watching TV. Around nineish she'd change and go to the basement workout room, after which she'd head off to her bedroom to shower and go to bed. Overall it wasn't a bad way to spend the quarantine. It could certainly be worse.
The first few evenings I was still sitting in front of the TV when she retired to the bedroom. Tonight I could still hear her pounding away on the treadmill when I called it a night, having had a pretty tough day studying for a thermodynamics exam. I headed to the bedroom, changed into my sleep shorts, tossing my dirty clothes onto the closet floor. I turned the light out and climbed into bed, my brain tired from studying.
I was still awake when she climbed the hardwood steps and walked past the guestroom door before the light of her bedroom flashed on, illuminating part of the guestroom wall. The light faded, leaving a sliver of light shining in my face, even though I was facing away from the doorway. I opened my eyes and looked around, surprised to see her bedroom door reflected in the full length mirror on the partially open guest room closet door. The sliver of light seemed to grow wider as I watched, the accidently unlatched bedroom door slowly opening on its own. As the door opened, first only an inch or two, before growing to nearly six inches, I realized that I could see into her bedroom and then, looking at the mirror on her dressing table, could see her reflection as she stood across the room near the foot of her big bed, her back to me, peeling her knee length spandex pants down. She had on a pair of tiny lacy pink panties, her butt cheeks pushing invitingly out of the tiny panties as she bent over to work the tight pants down and off her legs. One by one she lifted each foot, pulling the spandex off each foot before tossing it onto the bed. She straightened up and reached for the elastic band around her body that was the bottom of a dark gray sports bra. She pulled the elastic up, turning her body slightly as she did, leaving her standing so I could see her in profile as her breasts, significantly larger than I'd expected, slipped from the confining bra.
I stared at her tits as she pulled the sports bra up over her head and up her now extended arms. Each breast looked incredibly soft, each orb hanging down somewhat on her chest like huge drops of water. I could see her hard nipples poking out from each breast, pointed ever so slightly upward. She tossed the bra onto the bed and then reached with both hands for her huge soft tits, lifting and cupping them for several seconds, while she rubbed and massaged them. Her large tits overflowed her hands as she lifted each soft mountain of sexy flesh. She let her breasts again fall to her chest before reaching down with both hands and hooked her fingers into the tiny elastic band of her panties. She pushed the pink lace panties down, her big tits hanging down and swinging sexily as she pushed the panties farther down her legs. She lifted her left foot to pull it out of the panties and then, standing on her left foot, lifted her right. As she did so I caught a brief glimpse of a matt of blonde curls on her mound and her pussy lips.
"Holy shit!" I whispered to myself as she turned all the way around, giving me the briefest glimpse of her completely nude body before she picked up her sweaty clothes from the bed and disappeared from view.
I'd seen my share of naked girls. Well, half a dozen or so anyway. But this was different. I was quite sure she had no idea that I'd seen her undress.
I waited, watching and hoping that she would return naked. She did return, what felt like an hour later, but was really probably only ten minutes or so, her body wrapped in large pink towels. She stood, rubbing her long blonde hair with a second pink towel, before bending over and wrapping her hair with it. She looked up and seemed to notice the door was ajar and walked to it. In the reflection of the mirror I could see her pull the door open slightly farther, look out into the hallway with a frown, and then push the door closed.
I lay awake in the silent house for a long time, the light under her door still on. I could swear I heard a soft vibrating noise and an occasional cry coming from her room. At first I wasn't sure if it was my youthful imagination or real sounds, but my mind had no trouble filling in a picture of her laying on her bed playing with a vibrator. I finally pushed my sleep shorts down my legs, freeing my hard-on, and lay on the bed listening to her soft moans and occasional gasps. I stroked my hard dick with one hand, letting my palm roll over my engorged head, drawing the precum down my shaft to lubricate me. My hand slid up and down along my shaft as my brain pictured her sitting astride me, her nude form lifting and dropping on my lap, her big soft tits bouncing and swaying with each stroke down on me. I tried to muffle my own groan of pleasure as my body reached its limit and jerked hard, spouting a gush of cum into the air. My cum landed on my hand and stomach as it came back down, splattering on me moments before the second gush of cum lanced into the air. Time and again my body jerked and spasmed, imagining it was pumping my cum up into her pussy.
I lay for long seconds, panting and listening to what was clearly her own climax, squeaky gasps of pleasure escaping her room as I lay in the after glow of my own orgasm. I held my slowly shrinking dick, my cum drying on my stomach, hand and dick, listening to her gasping and trying to muffle her cries of pleasure as she climaxed. My mind painted an image of her laying on her bed, her body twitching and jerking as she came, a vision I suddenly wanted to see very much. A long time later the light finally went off and I was able to close my eyes and go to sleep.
The next morning was as completely normal as any other day, except of course I had a hard time not staring at her. She wore a cream colored blouse that was opaque on the front, but the back and sleeves were semitranslucent, allowing me to see that she wore a feminine and lacy bra under the blouse. One thing about working from home, the only part of her that the computer camera saw was from her chest up, so while she wore a business appropriate top, she had on a much more comfortable pair of sweatpants below. It was an unusual looking combination, but I wasn't complaining. Beneath the hem of the untucked blouse, I could see that her sweatpants were snug enough to show off her clearly firm butt and was snugly drawn against her crotch, drawing the center seam slightly between her pussy lips. It was no wonder that I had a raging hard-on by the time I got done watching her moving around the kitchen making breakfast.
It was almost a relief when she headed off to her basement office, leaving me to head to my bedroom to log on and get some school work done. Time slipped away quickly as I worked and it was soon lunch time. She called up the stairs to let me know and I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I stood next to the counter and stared at Mrs. Johnson's nearly naked back.
She stood at the counter, her back bare except for the thin white elastic strap cutting across the middle of her back and two small white straps looping up over her shoulders. Her blouse hung over the back of one of the stools on the other side of the breakfast counter. She looked over her shoulder at me without turning and then looked back at what she was doing in front of her. "I hope you don't mind. I took my blouse off so I wouldn't spill chili juice on it," she said as she turned to face me, a plate in each hand. Her tits were pressed together and upward by a very tiny lace bra, the top edge of which angled down across her breast so steeply that it barely covered her nipple, leaving almost half of her areola exposed. With each step she took toward the breakfast counter her breasts wiggled slightly, almost as if they were trying to bounce up and out of the snug fitting restraint. As she drew closer, I could clearly see the outline of her dark pink areola peeking through the gaps in the white lace. She leaned toward me, setting one of the plates on the counter in front of me, her right breast suddenly slipping out of the bra into full view. "Oops!" she said, blushing brightly as she tucked her breast back into the top, though not before I was able to get a nice look at her clearly rock hard nipple and engorged areola. "Sorry about that."
"Uh. No problem," I stammered awkwardly, as I continued to stare at her tits as she worked to tuck it fully back into her bra.
"I'm afraid this one is a little too small. I haven't worn it in some time," she said bashfully as she pulled and tugged the too small lace cup over her breast. "All my other ones are in the wash."
