It is hard to say where sexual likes and dislikes start entering a person’s life. When a young man starts noticing the curves and softness of a feminine woman, or when a young woman starts noticing the widening shoulders and developing muscles of a young man. I remember where one of my sexual likes developed though, as plain as if I were in that situation again right now.
Carpool was my family’s responsibility in the mornings and in the afternoons; the other family’s mom, Mrs. Marlies, would take us home. This family was wealthy though. I never knew if they were mafia or not, but they had more money than they knew what to do with. She would drive new Jaguars, Mercedes, and BMWs to pick us up at school. I am not talking the wannabe levels of those cars; I mean the big, expensive models. I have always been a big fan of expensive cars, but those days spoiled me forever. Plus, this woman would always wear some of the classiest and sexiest clothes I have ever seen. Even her jeans fit her like they were custom made. Fine wools, silks, and lace would drape her well-toned body and the smell of expensive leather and perfume would fill those fine automobiles each day on the ride home.
I always was relegated to the back seat on the ride home by her spoiled kids who wanted to sit up front and play with all of the fancy buttons, but to be honest, after one day I suddenly was awakened out of my teenage induced daze sitting in the seat behind the right passenger, I never argued over seats again. It was a warm fall day that particular awakening came upon me. I was late coming out of school, so I was the last to get in, and guess what seat I was given? The only reason I did not get stuck in the middle of the back was because they did not want to have to get out of the car when they dropped me off. At the time, the family was using a BMW for carpool duties. That particular car had a folding armrest in the center that, when down, allowed a clear view of the driver from my seat. I realized this when I looked up, as we were pulling out of the school driveway, to see Mrs. Marlies in one of the sexiest outfits I have ever seen on a woman. I was beginning to recognize a sexy woman when I saw one.
She had on a sheer white button down blouse, a short black skirt, and black mules. Best of all from this angle I had, I could tell the way her seatbelt came across her chest, she was not wearing a bra, the skirt was riding very high apparently from her struggling with her kids before I joined this merry carpool, and to my shock, this woman had on a thin, gold ankle bracelet on her right ankle, which drew my attention south to that slender ankle and perfect toes. The gold was such a stark contrast against this lady’s summer tanned skin; I could not take my eyes off of it for a second. I tried to break my stare because Mrs. Marlies could see right in my eyes in the rearview mirror, and this infatuation with this woman’s sexy body was making me uneasy. Then it happened. As she turned onto the main road, she must have knocked one of her expensive buttons on that shirt undone or off with her arm. The thin, expensive material automatically fell away from her body towards the door, and Mrs. Marlies apparently did not feel any contrasting air temps because of the heat of the late afternoon, she did not notice. The way she had her left arm extended straight out to meet the steering wheel though, left her unbound tit wide open to my lust filled eyes. I actually could make out the silhouette and dark brown nipple of her breast as the sun shone through the car.
I did not even realize it because I was so taken by this gorgeous view, but my young body was defying me as it had been for the last couple of years with a huge hard on that was brought on with no warning and was poking my pants out like I had put up a telephone pole in my briefs. A teen boy’s cock is not like a man’s. There is no talking it down once it gets started by changing the thoughts in your head, plus it is super sensitive where even the slightest bump makes it grow even harder hoping for a chance to come out. The rough road we were on and the stiff suspension in that BMW were jarring my cock in my pants, and it was making her tit bounce so beautifully for my eyes-only. Her nipples were erect and almost piercing that flimsy blouse. I felt a bead of sweat develop on my brow now and my eyes were starting to blur. Before I knew it, she had me home. My glorious view was over.
I was really not smooth trying to get out of that backseat and hide my raging hard-on with my book bag to get around the car and turn towards my front door. I had to look like an idiot. Thank god they left so I could let my guard down a bit to get in the house. Needless to say, when I got to my room, I locked my door and stripped off my pants to jack my now hurting cock off to the image of Mrs. Marlies burned into my head. That is the first time I had ever been so thoroughly aroused by a woman, and the sensation I felt was not even close to what little experimenting I had done with girly magazines and girls my age. That was a rough day, but it had me hooked on a dirty little secret I had now about sitting in that back seat.
I cannot begin to describe how that carpool shaped my sexual life. I hated when my athletic seasons would begin and I had to get rides home after practice rather than with Mrs. Marlies. I longed to sit in that backseat and see what classy outfits she had on, what type of sexy shoes she was wearing, what type of ankle bracelet, what color her finely manicured hands and feet may be painted. I cannot begin to describe how many times I had to crawl out of whatever expensive car she was driving at the time and run to my room to relieve my pain and pleasure.
