This is the continuation of my original story, My Naked Adventures, Awakenings. Reading it first will provide the background for Part 2.
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The cat-and-mouse games of our exhibition in class last year came to fruition finally when my fantasies about Jennifer were fulfilled three weeks ago when she fucked me mere feet away from her mother, standing at the entrance of her house. I left in complete shock and pleasure at the same time. Having her juice on my shaft and her lingering smell to remember the event lasted days; this was a service call I would never forget.
Her boldness in displaying herself so close to her mother was incredible. I wondered if she had other hidden secrets yet to be discovered. I was surprised and happy when my scheduler gave me another repair work order at her address. My appointment was arranged for next Friday at 3:00 PM, which I thought was unusually late for a repair call.
I pulled up to her house Friday afternoon, parked, and walked to the front door, fully prepared and expecting to see Jennifer again. I knocked several times with no answer. Finally, I heard the sound of the latch being unlocked. As the knob twisted and the front door opened, a middle-aged woman came into focus.
"Good afternoon, James; I am Jennifer's mom. I am told that you are quite the repairman. Please come in. I have several items that need your attention." Ms. Bradford was beautiful; her near-perfect face required no makeup. Today her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I quickly realized whom Jennifer inherited her beauty from. The silhouette in front of me was not what I had expected; it was much better. I knew of very few moms that still had waistlines as trim as hers.
As I followed her into the large living room, I wondered what was hidden beneath that tightly fitted skirt. "James, all three of these chairs need tightening, the springs are weak, and the legs wiggle. Do you think you can give them some life again?"
"Yes, mam, I will be right back with my tools. Is Jennifer home today?"
"She will be in later; she had a late afternoon class today. Let yourself back in; I have some fitting to get done in my sewing room." I returned to my work truck to gather my tools. When I returned, Ms. Bradford was in her sewing room. As I began working, I could hear her moving about through the open door. I started work on the first chair, which took much longer than expected. The repair kept my concentration fixed on the task at hand.
"James, I have altered this blouse for a friend. What is your opinion? Is it too tight?" I looked over to find her standing only inches away. The blouse she had on was silky smooth and completely form-fitted. The delicate fabric clung to her trim midsection and appeared glued to her amazing breasts. Her flimsy bra did little to conceal the dark color or hardness of her nipples staring at my face.
"No, mam, it looks nice on you." The sudden stiffness protruding in the front of my shorts was a clear indicator that I wore no underwear. Ms. Bradford smiled as she inspected my rock-hard dick attempting to escape its tether. "Oh, best get back to work, James; sorry to bother you."
The event brought back fond memories of Jennifer and myself in class last year, teasing each other with our exhibitionist behaviors. I returned to my task, but this time was much more conscience of the scenery. This was the first time I had noticed the full-length mirror in her sewing room on the far wall. As I stared intently, Ms. Bradford's reflection suddenly came into focus in the mirror on the back wall. She was removing the tight blouse and, if I am not mistaken, looking straight at me, smiling! Slightly embarrassed, I immediately returned to my repairs.
The next time I looked up, I noticed movement through the sewing room door. Did I see Ms. Bradford topless? Yes, she just walked past the door again in just her skirt! Damn, she has the body of a twenty-year-old. I could not believe my eyes as she stood in front of the mirror inspecting herself, or was she desiring to be seen and admired? She wanted to be watched!
Her eyes were intently observing my reaction behind her in the mirror. She turned and walked away again, passing in front of the door twice. I could not believe it! Her tummy was just as I had suspected, tight and perfect, with no ripple of extra skin. She possessed two of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Her beautiful boobs each gently held their place firmly as she moved about. Both of her tiny dark nipples were hard as a rock and turned upward slightly, keeping my stiffness intact.
A short while later, I was again prompted. "James, one of my clients wanted me to make her a Sport Coat Blazer dress. She is rather flirty and requests only one button at the front. What do you think?" She had on a light-colored sport jacket with long sleeves. The jacket's length rested three inches above mid-thigh, displaying her fabulous bare legs and most of her thighs. My focus was immediately taken by the deep plunging front being held by only one button in front of her pubis, displaying most of her chest. Any slight movement or turn gave a full view of her magnificent bare breasts and midsection. "Does it show too much? Does the split in the rear need to be higher?" The jacket flew out as she flung it around, doing little to conceal the mostly naked body under it.
"No, mam. It sure is sexy. If she wants to be noticed, this will work!"
"Ok, then I will call this job completed." The tightness and bulge in the front of my shorts had nowhere to hide. Today I had worn my really short pants, which did nothing to conceal the pulsing head of my dick peaking out beneath the hem. "Well, I will leave you to your work, James."
She smiled at her handy work and flung around again, giving me a quick flash of her white panties and amazing legs. I was in pain. I quickly returned to work, attempting to quell my prostrates agony. How long could I refrain from pumping a quart of cum out!
Dare I look through the door again? I could hear movement and knew she wanted me to observe her, but I kept focused, knowing I was about to explode. Suddenly, her hand tapped me on the shoulder as I was drilling a hole in the chair.
