I stood at my bedroom window, looking into the backyard of the house next door. Lynn Dawson was lying in the sun, on a chaise lounge, wearing a yellow bikini. The bikini was not extremely small but on Lynn's perfect body, it did not have to be.
She was about five feet, eight inches tall and had thick, wavy, shoulder length blond hair which she usually wore tied back in pony tail. Her face was stunningly beautiful, even without make-up. She had large, bluish green eyes over high, prominent cheek bones, a small, narrow nose and a wide mouth with thin, sensual lips.
Lynn's breasts were large, full, firm and heavy. She had a slim waist, flared hips and a heart shaped ass. Her legs were long and sleekly muscled. Even her feet were pretty.
We had been living next door to each for more than five years. Though I was only thirteen the first time I saw her, I instantly fell in love. As I got older, my desire for her grew. She was, and had been since the day she moved next door, my favorite fantasy. The problem was that Lynn was twenty years older than I, and married.
At least, she had been married. Her husband moved out six months ago. They had no kids so it was just Lynn living next door. Even though she was now single, I held no thoughts of anything happening between us. Though my desire for her was intense, I could not imagine any reason she would want me, a know nothing kid, twenty years younger than she. Except for being her next door neighbor's son, I doubted she knew I was alive.
In high school, I was kind of a geek. I was good looking enough, I thought. I knew I wasn't ugly. I didn't play sports but I had a decent build. I liked to read and work on computers. I was one of the "smart" kids and I had several advanced classes. I had friends but I wasn't popular. I had a few dates but, except for feeling a girl's tits through her blouse, nothing ever happened.
As I watched Lynn, staring at her supine form, I became aware of my erection. Without looking away, I unzipped my jeans, pulled out my prick and jerked off as I tried to imagine Lynn naked, dreamed about making love to her.
I never expected that dream to come true.
It was ten days before I left home for the university. I was looking forward to college, being away from home and my parents, meeting other kids with my interests and most importantly, a chance to finally get laid.
My mother had borrowed a pearl necklace from Lynn to wear to a party. That morning, after breakfast, she asked me to return it for her.
I was nervous, almost scarred, as I rang Lynn's doorbell. When she opened the door, I almost fainted. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She was wearing a half open robe, tied at her slim waist. The silky material clung to her magnificent, braless breasts and showed the bumps of her hard nipples. The flowered robe was short, short enough to expose the full length of her perfectly shaped legs. Her feet were bare and her toenails, like her fingernails, were bright red.
I gave her the necklace. "My mother says thank you very much."
"I hope she enjoyed wearing it," Lynn said, "Come in."
The invitation surprised me. "Oh, uh...that is..." I stammered, trying to tear my eyes away from the bulging flesh of her breasts and the deep, dark cleavage between them.. "I can't. I have to..."
"Please," Lynn said, "I could use your help with something."
As I stepped into Lynn's house, I felt as though something bad was going to happen. I could not have been more wrong.
"Come upstairs with me," Lynn said.
I was nervous, confused, a little scared and very turned on. As I followed Lynn up the stairs, watching the movement of her hips and ass under the silky robe, I was so hard I thought I would cumin my pants.. She led me down the hall and into a bedroom. Her bedroom.
The room smelled faintly of flowers. The floor was covered by a purple shag carpet. A chest of drawers stood against one wall, a dresser and mirror on another. Curtained windows took up the third wall and the fourth wall was dominated by a king sized bed with a bookcase headboard, covered by a gold colored spread. There was a nightstand on either side of the bed. I wanted to tell her how much I liked the room but my mouth and throat were dry.
Lynn turned and stood directly in front of me, the tips of her breasts just inches from my chest. "Would you like to kiss me?" she asked.
