Note: if you haven't already, read Bindu & Theresa Ch. 01-03, which are prequels to this story.
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There was absolutely no question that I could not have asked for a better winter break from college given the amount of sex I was getting, mainly from Theresa but also from Bindu. There was nothing that either of them wasn't willing to do, one or the other was almost always available, they were both seriously interested in sex and they both came easily and intensely. There was no reason that I would need think sexual thoughts about anyone else but, what can I say, I'm a guy. It wasn't that two girls were not enough and I started pursuing someone else for additional sex but there was somebody I just couldn't seem to stop thinking about. My intent was to just make an effort to see her naked; it was ridiculous to even consider anything more than that. I figured if I could see her naked, that would be enough to keep me happy and maybe I wouldn't be thinking about her so much. The woman who I couldn't stop thinking about was Bindu's mom.
I think the idea to try to see her naked really came about after Rob and I had been talking about the layout of Bindu's house being exactly the same as that of our friend Jim's. Because I knew the layout of Jim's house, I didn't even have to see the upstairs of Bindu's to know where the master bedroom was and that the windows over the garage roof looked into the master bedroom and the master bath. All I had to do was figure out how and when to get up on the garage roof then I could peek in the window and hopefully catch Bindu's mom getting undressed. Of course I couldn't just start fishing for information about her mom's bedtime schedule without raising suspicions, and I certainly didn't want to jeopardize anything with Bindu just to see her mom naked, so I had to bide my time until the moment was right, if it ever was.
The perfect opportunity presented itself within a week of the day I'd first met her at the mall. Bindu had plans with her dad to go see a Broadway play, which was a post-holiday tradition for just the two of them to go together. I was careful not to make any jokes about stopping by to visit her mom or even make a comment about her mom being a hot MILF so it wouldn't look suspicious when I wasn't around for part of the night that she was gone with her dad. I didn't initiate it, or really do more than listen, but there was some discussion about her mom being so clichΓ© that she planned to sit in a bubble bath with a glass of wine and read magazines. This sounded better to me than her spending the night cleaning the house while the two of them were gone. I did manage to determine when they'd be leaving the house then considered when it would be completely dark so I could sneak up onto the roof unnoticed. I still wasn't sure how I was going to manage that but the desire was strong enough that I wasn't worried about not being able to figure something out.
When that night finally arrived, I'd made an excuse with Rob and Theresa but suggested that I'd be around later since I was expecting to be completely fired up from seeing Bindu's mom naked and in need of some relief with Theresa. I parked my car away from the house as I was accustomed to doing anyway then slipped into the driveway and behind the attached garage, noting that both the master bedroom and master bath had lights on. I was hoping that she was getting the tub filled but hadn't undressed yet but seeing the lights inspired me to work quickly. The condenser for the central air conditioning was near the garage but not tall enough to get me on the roof. Fortunately, there was a stack of patio chairs nearby that I was able to easily move next to the condenser. I climbed up onto the condenser then onto the stack of patio chairs then onto the roof. The window into the master bath was closest so I looked into it first and was dismayed to see that Bindu's mom was already submerged in the tub with suds completely hiding her from my sight. I'd missed her getting undressed and I'd missed her walking directly toward the window, presumably naked, before stepping into the tub. She was looking through a magazine with her back to me and a glass of red wine beside her.
I needed a minute to gather my thoughts so, after glancing around to make sure there was no possibility of anyone noticing me lurking up there, I sat down on the shingles. I had missed exactly what I'd hoped to see but she still had to get out of the bath and dry off, which would still give me an opportunity to see her naked. The big question was how long she would be in there so how long I would be out there on the roof, waiting. I glanced in again and saw that she was well into her magazine and her glass of wine so it looked like she had not wasted a moment after Bindu and her dad had left. I would have been nervous about showing up earlier than I had in case they'd had to come back for some reason. I never considered that there would be any kind of urgency to getting into the bath. I finally got my mind settled and accepted that I couldn't do anything about what I'd missed but I could make the most of the opportunity that remained. Seeing her naked was the goal and it was still a realistic one.
There was no way I wanted to miss her getting out of the tub so I stayed close to the window while I was waiting. Fortunately, it was a mild night for January, though still cold but I'd expected to be outside for a bit so I'd bundled up and worn dark clothing. It ended up being about thirty minutes of hanging around on the roof before she was apparently thoroughly relaxed. Most of the suds were gone by then so, when she sat up and turned to flip the drain lever, I got a good look at her incredible tits. They were actually bigger than Bindu's, though she was a bit taller and curvier than Bindu anyway, but her areolas and nipples were similarly dark and large. My cock was instantly rigid as I gazed at them then she turned and stood, her bare ass aimed in my direction. I was considering whipping out my cock and stroking off while she was still naked but, despite it being mild for January, it was still just too cold.
She reached for a towel nearby as the water continued to drain and was drying herself off with her back to me, which I lamented because I wanted to see more of her tits and get a glimpse of her pussy. Fortunately, when she stepped out of the tub, she first bent over to dry her feet and lower legs, which gave me a glimpse of her pussy between her legs from behind. Then, once she'd straightened up, she turned back toward the tub to see how much of it had drained and continued drying the front side of herself, which gave me a nice view of her tits and her bush. She definitely didn't groom the same way that Bindu did but her black bush was still well-groomed so I was committing her nakedness to memory for future stroking off. She spent plenty of time drying off then hung up her towel before pulling on a thin, short robe and heading into her bedroom. I followed her, figuring watching her get dressed would be almost as good as watching her get undressed.
When I reached the other window, I was surprised to see that she was crawling onto the bed rather than grabbing clothes from the dresser or the closet. She lay on her back in the middle of the bed on top of the bedspread then untied her robe and let it fall open. Lying essentially naked in the middle of the bed, she began to run her hands over her body, up over her hips to her ribs then to her tits, which she caressed. She pulled on her nipples and ran her hands over her entire tits before sliding them back down between her legs. I thought my cock might burst out of my jeans as she slipped a couple of fingers into her pussy while using a couple from the other hand to caress her clit. As she was rocking her hips and her tits were squeezed between her arms, I was on the verge of whipping out my cock despite the cold when I had a better idea.
I managed to tear myself away from the window and carefully climbed back down off of the roof, even taking the time to return the stack of patio chairs to where I'd found it. I then headed around to the front of the house and rang the doorbell. While I was waiting, assuming she wouldn't answer on the first ring, I was debating internally whether this was a stupid idea but decided that, even if it didn't work, I had to take a shot. I rang the doorbell a second time and it was just a couple minutes longer before I heard the door unlock and suddenly it swung open. She had pulled her robe closed but hadn't put anything else on as far as I could tell. There was still a storm door between us but the look on her face went from annoyed to confused as she realized who I was standing there.
"I'm sorry," she said, her accent sounding absolutely lyrical to me, "but Bindu isn't home."