Did you ever have a person in your life that you secretly wanted so bad? Someone that you knew was out of your league for a number of reasons, including you being 10 years older? Well like most of you, I have one of these people in my world.
Her name is Tracey, and she's my friend's sister-in-law. I first met her when she was probably 14 years old in about 1980, which puts me at about 24. I could tell even then at her tender young age that she was going to be a hottie. I remember her dressing very sexily for a teen, wearing lacy black gloves and lot of makeup that was common for that ancient time. I didn't see her very often in the 80's, maybe once or twice a year, always at my friend's house, and I always had problems not staring at her. By the mid 80's she was legal, and her attire became even more erotic. I'd see her at the holidays and she'd be wearing black garters and stockings under her tight black "holiday" dresses, and I would just die!! I would do anything I could to get a peak at those garters, and by this time I thought to myself that she had to see me staring at her.
As the years went by Tracey became an exotic dancer, which just fueled my lust even more. She developed into a beautiful woman, blond, big breasted, great smile, pretty eyes, and a great ass. I was still so intimidated by her that I would never ask where she danced, nor did I ever really acknowledge that I knew she was dancing. But one night, my friend (her brother in law), had seen her dancing when he went to a bachelor party with some guys he worked with. So the cat was out of the proverbial bag. By this time I was married at least 10 years to a woman that used to baby sit her as a child. And really, in my eyes I was a geek accountant that used to practically stammer when I talked to her, and still always trying to sneak a peak at anything that I could remember and masturbate to later on.
So, my secret admiring continued. Being the geek that I am, I was into photography, and Tracey wanted some good pictures to use to try and get into Playboy or god knows what. All I knew was I was going to be able to stare at her for a few hours through my close up lens. This was somewhere around 1991 and at that time one was shooting 35mm and sending them to the drug store for processing, so we're not talking about pictures more revealing than a bikini. That day was heaven! We went to the ocean in the dead of winter and shot a few rolls as the sun was setting. She was a trooper in the cold crisp air in her thong bikini, her nipples poking thru the material on that cold sandy beach. She changed in the car but I offered to turn my back so I have to honestly say I didn't see anything more than a sexy thong bikini allows. The hottest photos were of her in her bikini bottom and an open denim jacket on top with nothing underneath. It afforded such a sexy look at a portion of her breast, its fullness and perkiness it must have had under that denim. We made other stops that day shooting pictures at a nearby hotel, first of her in the hotel pool and then of her in a sexy black dress, gloves and again the stockings and garters. I had secretly hoped that maybe she would forget her worn panties in the car that day. Oh, if I could only smell her most intimate scents that I'm sure were left behind in the flimsy cotton thong panty. Its not that I needed them to masturbate with though, spending that day with her took care of that. If she only knew how many times over the next decade that I masturbated to the pictures and memories of that day,
As time went on I began to see more of her, maybe 5 or 6 times a year and while I was still intimidated we began to develop a friendship. 10 years is a lot when you're 14 and 24 but by now she was in her mid 20's and me in my mid 30's . One day she finally asked me to come see her at work while she was dancing. I tried like hell to act cool about it, but the truth was I thought I was going to have a heart attack. So I got my chance to get a peek at her luscious breasts, albeit in a dark tittie bar. I only went that one time but it surely was memorable for me. I used that memory like the last one, masturbating many times to her image that was burned into my brain.
Now I'm almost 50, overweight and certainly less attractive than I might have been, and she's near 40, still slim, sexy beautiful and married . We still only see each other a few times a year, but with the Internet we occasionally chat. I've found it less intimidating typing things at her than actually saying them to her. That made it easier for me to get our chats a little sexual and I finally admitted to her that I was stroking myself as we chatted. I did my best to turn on the charm and maybe get her somewhat worked up and I think that maybe I did that. She admitted to touching herself, though I don't know if she really got to the same completion of the act as I. Of course a part of me always thought she was sitting there saying things to me just to be nice. One late night on-line, I sent her a picture of my hard on, using the rational that I had seen her topless so I wanted her to see me. I imagined that maybe she was there touching herself looking at my blood engorged meat, and god did I come hard with her there online with me.
I am lucky to work out of my home now, and I have a wonderful secluded pool . My wife works full time out of the house, which leaves me here alone all day. A heat wave was here and it was in near 100 degrees as I popped on line to check my mail before heading out for a swim. Tracey was also on-line and said hi complaining about the heat and lack of air conditioning. I told her to feel free to come on by for a dip as I was heading for a skinny dip myself. I truly never wore anything in my yard when I was home alone. I loved the feeling of being totally free. I love to masturbate in the hot sun, sweat rolling down my body as my hand flies up and down my hard fat cock. I would bring my lube and sit in the chair mind fucking myself until I shot my thick load in the grass. And there I was doing exactly that, when I heard a car in the driveway. I jumped up and covered up as fast as I could, as I had no idea who it was. My hard cock deflated slowly as I put on a suit and went to see who it was.
Well, to my surprise it was Tracey, who had a few hours to kill before picking up her daughter at dance class. Never in my wildest dream did I ever think id be sitting alone at my pool with her. She carried a small gym bag and asked if I was serious about offering her a dip. Of course I was, I told her as I was just hanging out getting ready for a dip myself. We went to the yard and headed for the pool house. I pointed at the changing room and told her she could change and leave her stuff in there, and that I would make her a Bacardi & 7. All kinds of masturbatory fantasies started running through my head. With one of the main ones being that her freshly worn panties would soon be sitting in that changing room just waiting for me to pick up and inhale. Call me a pervert if you like, but if you lusted after this sexy woman for a quarter of a century and the closest you were ever going to get to her was the scent and (hopefully) wetness and warmth of her panties, you would be thinking the same thing as me. It took all of about 3 minutes for me to use the excuse of needing some more towels and I headed straight to the changing room.
I don't know if it was an act of god or the devil, but right there on the bench were her panties. I didn't hesitate to pick them up, feeling the satiny material in my fingers. I looked at the crotch of the slinky black thong panty, and spied a small creamy white wet spot. As I suspected, a sexy woman like her should have some womanly goo in her panty gusset. Quickly, I held them up to my nose. I was actually smelling her most intimate of scents, and how incredible it was. After all these years and hundreds of cum loads dumped in her honor I was finally getting a little piece of her sexuality. Truthfully it probably smelled no different than any other woman I had been with in my life, but to me at this moment it was the most amazing thing in the world. I knew I couldn't masturbate with them, I had to get out of this changing room fast, and if I stayed much longer id have a boner from hell. So I rubbed her little cum spot on my upper lip, put the panties down where I found them, and went back outside to the pool. Amazingly, I was able to smell her on my upper lip as I sat down next to her. Here I am now making small talk with her as she's lying on her stomach in a 2 piece suit. It wasn't a thong, but none the less there was a lot of skin visible. While sitting there I'm listening to her, looking at her and thinking to myself "I know what your pussy smells like", I was probably barely making coherent conversation.