All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 6...
By now Heather had been having me quite regularly, when one Tuesday she asked if I could stop by after school on the Thursday, as she had a special surprise for me. I was looking forward to it - both days and nights - until the time came to walk down the street and ring the bell.
"Come in, pet" she smiled, opening the door. She was wearing a soft lacy pink sweater, the kind that has little holes in the pattern that you can see through. The white of her bra showed through clearly, to my slight disappointment - her naked breasts would have looked so much sexier. Her skirt was a red tweed, tight around her tummy - and her bottom too. I went in and she brushed slightly against me as I walked back to the kitchen. As she followed me in she looked slightly flushed - more awkward than aroused, but it was hard to tell.
"Well you need to know about my little surprise, don't you?" she asked, with a knowing smile. I nodded, eager to find out more.
"Well I was talking to Isabelle up the road - I think you know her, with the two younger boys - and well, I just mentioned in passing about you coming round a being a special help for me. She was very interested, and kept asking more and more questions. I didn't like to tell her too much - but she said she wanted to find out more for herself. She more-or-less forced me to invite her round - so we will have to see what happens when she gets here."
She put her hands on her hips and looked directly at me. "I hope you won't disappoint her - or let me down either. I want you to be a good boy for her too!"
I new just what she meant, and blushed a little as I smiled back at her. She smoothed down her sweater with her hand, pushing her breasts that bit further forward.
"Now, you know the drill quite well enough by now, but I know you like me to tell you." She smiled, "So - up you go to the back bedroom, and strip right down to your underpants. I'll be up in a few minutes when Isabelle arrives, to see how you look!"
I went upstairs, filled with both excitement and some concern - I had always fancied Isabelle but what did she want of me? She was a bit older than Heather - early forties, compared with Heather's younger thirties - and had a strong French accent as she had not lived over here for that long. She was always very smartly dressed, usually with thin but tight plain-coloured sweaters that clung to her very generous bosom. She had long straight dark hair which she usually wore up in a bun or pleat, and overall she created a very arousing image in my young loins. There had been many nights when I'd fantasised over her, and now she was coming to see me, dressed only in my pants!
I undressed, putting my clothes on the chair in the corner. Apart from the chair, and a double bed, covered with a pink eiderdown, the only other furniture was a full-length hinged mirror, where I had previously seen Heather stroking my body from so many different angles... I stiffened a little at the thought, my cock catching on the tight white pants that I was wearing. I eased myself upright - she would be seeing me soon.
Then there was the door bell, and sounds of voices coming up the stairs, and then suddenly they were in the room.
Heather felt some introduction was necessary: "Andrew this is Isabelle - Isabelle, Andrew".
Isabelle cut through the embarrassment, as if it was perfectly normal for two fully clothed housewives to chat to a neighbour's son in his underpants.
"Oh it's all right Heather, we already know each other, don't we Andrew?" and she reached out her hand and stroked my cheek. "Your mother has been round for coffee several times recently - and we've had so much to say about you, comparing you with my boys!" Her accent made a wonderful contrast to Heather's Yorkshire tones.
I took in the view: I was standing beside the bed, looking at the two of them, side by side at the end of the bed. Heather was the dumpier, her pink sweater looking softer by the minute: then I realised the white of her bra had gone - there was just pink skin beneath the pink wool. She must have slipped it off while she was waiting for Isabelle. Isabelle as usual looked exquisite, with her dark hair up in a plait, and wearing a matching knitted woollen two piece suit in maroon wool. It looked soft against her skin, and her breasts pushed forward their beautiful rounded shapes, stretching her sweater invitingly. I longed to touch them.
"Well I think we had better make this a bit fairer to start with, as there are two of us ladies against only one boy," began Heather, smiling slightly nervously at Isabelle then at me: "So, as we can both see your pants, Andrew, I'll let you see mine too!"
And with that she simply unzipped her skirt, and let it down to the floor. I hardened immediately. Her panties were her favourite simple plain white cotton, tight over her body and dotted with lots of tiny lacy holes showing yet more pink of her body. She gently pulled them up, and smoothed her sweater down over the top of them. The tightness of her panties folded gently between her legs, the darker colour of her pubic hair clear to see. I wanted her to toss me right then and there.
"Oh I think he likes that!" smiled Isabelle, noticing the bulge in my pants.
"Oh yes, the poor thing is trapped," said Heather, "Here let me help."
And with that she walked up towards me, pulled the waistband of my pants out for a few inches, then slipped her other hand inside and gently pulled my cock upright. I nearly exploded on the spot.
Not just the touch of Heather's cool fingers on my cock, or the soft wool over her wrists touching against my stomach, but watching Isabelle looking at everything too.
"There, that's better" said Heather, smiling: "How does that look now, Isabelle?" She pulled my pants up tight, revealing the ridge of my erect cock.
Isabelle looked at me closely: "Oh yes, I think that looks excellent, Heather. He's certainly got the shape of a man and not a boy, hasn't he! Shall we carry on with the surprise now?" Heather smiled back, her cheeks reddening "OK, just say what you want me to do next."
Isabelle thought for a moment, watching my cock as it arched under the tight cotton of my pants. I was looking at her, standing there so elegantly but so knowingly, watching her breasts rise and fall as she breathed, then looking back to Heather in front of me, with that fluffy sweater over those soft breasts just inches away from my naked chest.
"Well, first of all I need to see him naked - I want to inspect his manhood fully. And then he must lie on the bed, and you must hide his view so he can't see me. It's important that he can't see what I'm doing to him. You could cradle his head in your bosom if you think he might like that..."
Without further words, Heather lowered my pants to the floor. I stepped out of them and she threw them on the chair.
"Well here he is!" said Heather, coming beside me and putting an arm around my waist, as if showing off her prize specimen.
