The events described in this story took place nearly fifty years ago during my final year at secondary school. In February that year, just after my eighteenth birthday, new people moved into the house next door. He was in his mid forties, but she was much younger, probably in her early thirties. They had a terrier which she took for long walks every day in the nearby woods, and I often bumped in to her when I was out with our dog. We struck up a conversation, and found that we had similar interests in music and the arts, but most of all the kind of fiction we liked. We compared notes on the various authors we had read, and this progressed to recommending books that the other might like.
Jill suggested that we might like to walk together, and would occasionally invite me back for a cup of coffee. We struck up quite a close friendship, so when I started to revise for my A levels and was at home all day on my own, she suggested I join her for coffee and a break at around eleven thirty, before returning to my studies.
Jill was around five foot seven, with a slim boyish figure, pretty face, and short curly sandy coloured hair, not unlike her dog. She had a good complexion, but used very little make up, preferring the natural look, and always smelled fresh and clean. Most of the time she wore a
shirt and slacks, often with a pullover. As the weather got warmer, however, she started wearing mid-thigh length skirts, but without stockings or tights.
This innocent relationship changed dramatically one morning in late May, a week or so before my exams were due to start. I had gone round as usual to find Jill looking particularly attractive, and wearing a white cotton blouse and blue gingham skirt. After she had prepared coffee, and I was sitting at the kitchen table, she hitched herself up onto the work surface with one foot on the table in front of me, causing her skirt to slide up her thighs, giving me a view of her white cotton panties. I tried not to stare, but as we talked, she parted her legs wider, so that now I was looking straight at the gusset of her panties.
You can imagine the effect this had on me, and I was forced to readjust my shorts to accommodate my growing erection, which I thought, was hidden from her sight by the table. However, Jill looked me straight in the eye and smiled, and said, "Seems like someone has seen something rather exciting, I wonder what it could be?"
I must have blushed, because she laughed and said, "Why don't you come closer, and I will see if I can make you more comfortable? Don't be shy, I won't eat you - not yet anyway."
