Summer had been good to me but now it was almost time to start college. So instead of keeping the roads hot I decided to stay around the house and spend some quality time with good old mom.
I was unfamiliar with a new neighbor lady my mom had made friends with so when I saw her out working in the flowerbeds I decided to go out and get a good look at the woman. I was rewarded handsomely for my effort too, because mom's new friend was quite the looker. She had on short Daisy-Duke cutoff jeans and a tight 'wife-beater' tank top with ample cleavage showing.
Her name was Denise and she was now my heart's desire, five foot of feminine perfection. She had shoulder length brown hair, big green eyes, tanned to a golden hue and a fine pair of thirty four D's barley hidden in that lacey bra and her tight 'wife-beater' tank top. When Denise bent over to check out mom's prize winning flowers it gave me an ample view of her prize-winning breasts. And I wasn't going to miss a show like that.
My situation started when she glanced up unexpectedly and caught me drooling over her glorious breasts. I was embarrassed to be caught but she just gave me a smile and a little wink and bent over a little farther to give me a better look. When she left I made sure to scope out the sway of her fine ass and as I expected, it was rounded to perfection.
I needed to know more about this lady so I went straight to mom when she left.
Turns out Denise was married, thirty four years old with no kids and lived two doors down with a husband that was seldom home. Bingo, music to my ears but how was I going to make this happen?
I needn't have worried, two days later Denise called mom and asked if I could come over and help her with some chores around the place. Mom said, "Sure," and sent me right over.
When I got there Denise handed me a cold Coors and told, "Sit down on the couch." Then she went to the back of the house to get into some different clothes for the job she wanted help with. Now I liked the jeans and t-shirt she had on but I wasn't going to argue with a woman about her work clothes.
When she came back in the room she was wearing a white lace and satin push-up bra, a white lace thong, white hose with lace around the tops and a pair of white stiletto heels. And much to my delight, that was all she was wearing.
She smiled and said, "Since you seemed to have enjoyed the show in the garden, I thought that I'd give you a better view."