I couldn't believe it when my mother told me that Mrs. Donner was coming to visit for a few days. I was definitely excited. Her family lived next door to us in Florida before we moved to Ohio. Her and my mother were great friends and she was coming up as a little vacation from her family.
I used to baby-sit for her two young boys years ago. Now I was a 23-year-old college boy, living at home. I was always trying to sneak peeks of her and sometimes I would look through her underwear drawers when I baby-sat.
She was 43 with two sons and a husband and had brownish blonde hair and pretty face. She was definitely a good catch for a wife. She had nice boobs that had a little sag to them and a nice butt. She was probably 5'5 and 130 lbs.
A few weeks later she showed up and her and my mother spent a lot of time together. I really didn't see much of them between school, and the ladies just doing their thing.
Now during the time that we had moved away, I had matured quite a bit physically. My body had filled out and I was constantly in the gym. I was no muscle head, but I looked very fit.
Time to put my plan into action.
The way our house was set up, all the bedrooms were on the second story. My parent's room was at one end of the hallway and the other 3 bedrooms were down the hall. We had a big house and I would say that if you talked at normal level in the hall by my room, it couldn't be heard from my parents.
My mom and Mrs. Donner would stay up until about 11 or 12 each night talking and then head off to bed. At about 11, I would strip to my boxers and crack open my bedroom door. And I would basically lie on the floor waiting for Mrs. Donner to walk by my bedroom door. The first night I heard her coming so I started doing sit ups like crazy.
She walked by my door and went into the bathroom and then into her room for the night. The next night, it was the same deal. On the third night, there I was going to town doing sit ups when I heard her coming. I didn't face the door when I did the sit ups, but I heard her stop and look in through the cracked door. Then she went off to the bathroom. Aaarggh! "So close," I thought.
When she came out of the bathroom I started doing pushups. In the middle of a set, I heard, " Hey Matt. Doing a little late night exercise?"
"Yeah. I do a little exercise cycle before I go to bed, it helps me sleep like a baby."
At this point she pushed open the door and stepped into my room. She was wearing a bathrobe with a nightgown hanging out of the bottom of it.
"I exercise a little at home, but I just can't make myself do it all the time. I admire your dedication. It definitely shows on you." "Thank you. I found if you do a little at night, you wake up feeling really good. Would you mind doing me a favor and holding my feet while I do some sit ups?"
"Sure," she said. She took a few steps towards me and then turned around and shut my door. "No need to wake up your parents with our talking."
So I assumed the position on my back with my legs bent and my feet on the floor. You know how boxers are, they aren't super tight and I wondered if she could see down the cracks between my legs. She got down on her knees and put her hands on my feet leaning forward.
I launched into a set of 75 sit ups. After I finished, I just laid back with my abdomen heaving up and down as I was out of breath. She just sat there kneeling in front of me.
"Want to give it a shot?" I said.
"Oh I don't know. I don't want to get all worked up before bed."
"Come on, you'll never get into a routine if you don't start."
And with that, she laid flat on her back and drew her legs up. She had a long nightgown on, and she pushed the slack of it between her legs. I assumed the position in front of her and placed my hands on her feet. Because of the way her nightgown was, I couldn't see anything I wasn't supposed to.
She struggled to do 15 and then quit.
Now she was out breath, while she lay there trying to regain her breath, I started in on some push ups. As I did the push ups, I was thinking how to extend this time with her.
I loved doing push ups, because it made the fibers in my chest and arms stick out. I knew she was taking note of this. She quietly laid there looking at my body.
"All right, more sit ups for. Let's go." I said.
"Let me take off my bathrobe so I don't get too hot," she said. She stood up and took the robe off. She was wearing a very conservative long nightgown, but I could see the swaying of her bra-less boobs underneath. She got back on the floor and this time she knocked out 18 sit ups.
As she laid on her back out of breath, I sat perpendicular to her and slid my feet under her side to hold my feet down and did some more sit ups. This was allowing more contact between us, though it looked platonic.
