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The problems I was having in catching Mrs. Gumbo and Mrs. Forth naked were twofold; they both lived in two-story houses, which made access a bit more difficult, and neither seemed to have a schedule. The Gumbo's bedroom also didn't have a porch roof or anything else to make it accessible, though the roof over their back porch allowed viewing into their bathroom. I figured this was going to be my best shot at seeing Mrs. Gumbo, but she'd either have to be taking a bath or shower after dark because I couldn't imagine another reason for her to be fully naked in there. I was at the point, though, where I'd be happy just to see her bra.
It was mostly luck that I happened to be on their street one day and overheard Mrs. Gumbo telling their neighbor that her husband, Jimbo, was going to be taking their son, Pasquale, out for a "boys only" night. I was really on their street trying to get a look at her, maybe in her swimsuit, but it was luck that I was there at the right time to overhear that conversation and the response to the neighbor's question about what Mrs. Gumbo planned to do with her free night.
"I'm thinking long, hot bath with a glass of wine and a good book," she replied. I nearly crashed my bike.
As darkness fell, I was ready to climb up onto the Gumbo's back porch roof, though I had cruised the neighborhood a few times around dusk hoping that I wasn't missing anything. Mrs. Gumbo had been gardening, as usual, and it was nearly dark before she finally went inside. As soon as I felt it was safe, I climbed up onto the roof, thinking that, between all of the bike riding and roof climbing, I was going to end the summer in pretty good shape. I was only at the window for a couple of minutes when she turned on the light and entered the bathroom, still dressed. I immediately assumed that I'd get to see her undressing, which was premature because once she started the tub filling up, she left the room again, although she did leave the light on. I knew that she would have to get naked to take a bath, so it wasn't going to bother me if she got undressed in the other room. I'd love to have watched her peeling off her bra and panties but, in the end, naked is naked.
A few more minutes passed before she came back into the bathroom, wearing a robe and carrying a book and a glass of wine. She set both items on the floor beside the tub, unfortunately aiming her ass in the opposite direction from the window, then turned the water off and walked toward the door while apparently untying the belt holding the robe closed. I was nearly hard already as the robe slipped off her shoulders but when it swung away to reveal her ass as she hung it up, I nearly whimpered. She had a perfect, heart-shaped ass below a narrow waist and at the top of two long, lean legs. I was staring at it so hard, I'm surprised she couldn't feel it. When she turned around, though, I'm lucky I didn't fall of the roof.
Her tits were average size with hard nipples and darker pink areolas and her dark brown bush was trimmed into a narrow strip between her legs. I was rock hard as she walked directly toward me before turning and stepping into the tub, slowly easing herself in. By the time she was submerged, her tits and her knees still visible above the bubbles, I was stroking my throbbing tool. I knew I'd see her fully naked again when she got out and dried off, but I couldn't wait that long; I'd been thinking about this moment for way too long. As I kept my eyes riveted to her tits and hard nipples while replaying the revelation of her ass and the full frontal view, I jerked off until I spewed onto the shingles.
Once she opened her book and started reading, there wasn't much to see because her tits were blocked from view, so I sat with my back against the siding and enjoyed the night while listening for telltale signs of her finishing up. I guess the water eventually got too cool so I heard her drop her book back to the floor and resumed my place at the window as she was reaching for the drain lever. There wasn't much left of the suds anymore so, when she stood up, everything was visible to me once again as she reached for a towel. My cock valiantly tried to revive as I stared at her tits and pussy again, but its efforts were in vain. I still thoroughly enjoyed watching her toweling off and seeing her naked body again until she threw the towel back onto the towel rod and pulled her robe back on. Once she grabbed her book and empty wineglass, I figured the show was over and, when she shut the light off, I climbed down off the roof.
I was assuming that she'd head off to bed once she'd finished her bath, but the kitchen light came on before I'd left the backyard, so I lingered to see what she would do. When the kitchen light went off, I looked around until I saw light from the living room window. From the shadows on the side of the house, I glanced through the window and saw that the front blinds were closed but that she'd turned on a lamp, then sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I don't know that I would have stayed and continued to watch if she hadn't put her feet up on the coffee table, causing the hem of her robe to slide down and reveal most of her legs. I couldn't tell what she was watching, but was surprised when, after a few minutes, and just when I was considering leaving, she opened her robe and started to fondle her tits.
