Chapter Five - The Seduction
Cougar strips naked in front of her cub.
I followed Kathleen to her apartment. Her place was nice but in disarray because of her painting project. Just a one bedroom flat with an eat-in kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom, her apartment was small but plenty big enough for just her and her little dog. Looking out her windows was a whole another perspective from my house. A layout so different than my parents apartment, it was weird seeing the cemetery from her bedroom windows, the park from her living room windows, and the Boston Harbor from her kitchen windows.
Moreover, a dog that barks at everything and everyone, it was weird that Barky didn't bark at me, even when I first walked in her place. I figured he would, as soon as I opened her downstairs front door. He always barked. Ignoring him to stare at Kathleen, while waiting for him to come to me, instead of me going to him, maybe because he sensed that I liked dogs and wasn't a threat to him was the reason why he didn't bark. Maybe because he already had my scent in his nose from me hiding behind the wall with the rest of my friends, while watching her climb the cemetery fence and watching her flash us her panties. Anyway, we got along fine and without incident.
"Here," she said, as soon as she entered the apartment and closed the front door behind me. She handed me this folded, white piece of material that I figured was a drop cloth, until I unfolded it.
"What's this?"
"Painter's overalls," she said. "Put them on so you don't get paint on your clothes."
I wiggled my foot in but my shoe got stuck in the pant leg.
"Take off your shoes," she said laughing. She had a nice laugh and a pretty smile. She looked even prettier, when she smiled and younger, too. Actually, before I knew her age, if I had to guess her age, I would have guessed that she was in her mid-twenties. I was floored, when she told me she was 32-years-old. "You never wore overalls before?"
"No," I said prying my foot out with great difficulty and removing my shoe this time, before sticking my big foot back in the pant leg. I'm a big guy and these overalls were just too small. There was no way that I could squeeze them over my bulky clothes. "These overalls are way too small," I said ready to give up, forget about earning twenty dollars, and go home.
"They won't fit over your clothes, silly," she said laughing. "You have to remove your clothes and put them on over your underwear." She looked down at the bulge my cock made in my Wranglers. "You are wearing underwear, aren't you?"
In the way she looked at me with a look of lusty hunger, when she asked me if I was wearing underwear, she suddenly made me feel a little uncomfortable, sort of like that time, when Father O'Malley touched me in my private place.
"Yeah, I'm wearing underwear," I said insulted that she suggested that I was a pervert, which I was. "Who the Hell walks around not wearing any underwear under their clothes?"
"Those flashers who just wear a raincoat and who are naked underneath," she said laughing.
"Well, I'm no flasher and I'm not wearing a raincoat," I said returning her laugh without totally understanding her joke.
Whether I understood her more mature humor or not, with the both of us sharing a laugh, immediately, I got over the awkwardness and felt at ease in being alone with her. She was a good looking woman and unlike the uptight older woman in the neighborhood, she was no Nun. She was fun. She was funny. I liked her and I had an erection just thinking about being in her apartment in my underwear, while thinking of her flashing me her panties, every time she climbed over the cemetery fence.
Except for the front door, the weird thing was that she had no doors in her place. There was no bedroom, closet or bathroom doors. I stood in her kitchen looking around for a place to change out of my clothes and into these overalls, a uniform that looked so much like the white suit that the ice cream man wore in his ice cream truck.
"Well," she said looking at me, while raising her eyebrows with her shoulders and hands, "what are you waiting for an invitation?"
"Where can I change? You have no doors."
"Oh, sorry, I removed the doors to strip off the paint," she said pointing to the doors leaning against the far wall. "There were layers of paint on the doors and the wood veneers underneath are beautiful. I'm going to restore them," she said with a smile. "You can change right here in the living room. I'll turn my back to give you privacy. I won't look. I promise," she said with a sexy smile that made me think that she'd look.
Then, when she turned her back to me to undress to change in her overalls, I was stunned. I was shocked. I was surprised. Without the privacy of a curtain or a door, suffice to say my stunned, shocked surprise was an understatement to the sudden sexual excitement that I felt, when she was undressing just behind my back. Even though she said that she wouldn't look, I made no such promise. I didn't say any such thing about me not watching her undress.
I turned my head and watched her, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. It was then, when she turned suddenly and revealed her side profile to me that she jogged my memory of who it was she looked like. As if I was watching a scene in a movie that I had seen a dozen times before, I recognized her. That's who she looks like and that's who she reminds me of, Maureen fucking O'Hara. Oh, my God. I'm watching Maureen O'Hara unbutton her blouse. I couldn't believe I was watching a younger and prettier look-a-like version of Maureen O'Hara undressing.
I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it. Consumed by sexual excitement, I froze. Here's a woman, an older woman, an attractive woman that I've seen around the neighborhood, but have never seen up close, haven't formally met, and/or spoken with, that is, until today, and she's undressing in front of me, actually behind me. With my head cocked to one side and my eyes bulging out of my head, I couldn't believe my eyes, when she removed her blouse and stood there with her back to me. I couldn't help myself from staring at the back of her bra. Other than on my mother and sister, I had never seen a bra that was on a woman before.
I stared at her curly auburn hair flowing over her shoulders and at her shapely and defined muscled back. Guzzling and memorizing the image of her to save for my masturbation session later, I took her bra straps and the back of her bra all in, as if she was a cold beer on a hot day. I couldn't wait to tell my friends that she removed her blouse in front of me, albeit with her back turned to me. Hers was the first bra that I had seen that wasn't in a dirty magazine, on a display mannequin in a department store, on a counter in a lingerie department, or that belonged to my mother and sister in the dirty laundry basket. Then, when she turned slightly to the side to hang her blouse over the kitchen chair, I saw the side of her bra cup.
Oh, my God, she has big tits, bigger tits than my mother's and sister's tits. When her blouse slid from the chair and onto the floor, she gave me a good look of most of her bra when she leaned down to retrieve her blouse and to hang back on the chair. My heart was pounding, my pulse was racing, and my blood was pumping everywhere, especially below my belt.
Frozen in place holding the overalls she gave me in my horny hands, I watched her, as she unzipped her short skirt and allowed it to slowly fall to the floor and collect around her ankles. As if imagining this, unbelievably, it was as if I was having a sexual fantasy, while jerking off about her. I couldn't have picked a better sexual fantasy to have, only this was no fantasy. This was real. This was really happening now. She was stripping off her clothes right there in front of me, actually, right behind me. Having never seen a woman undress before, it took all the self-control that I possessed not to turn around and stare, while watching her undress.
There she was in her white bra and white panties, the same white panties that all of us had snuck a peek at so many times before, whenever she climbed over the fence with her little dog tucked under her arm. I remember thinking that she had a nice round ass. I remember wanting to reach out my hand and feel her ass through her panty, but I didn't dare touch her or even have her catch me looking. Filled with guilt that she'd catch me looking, filled with sexual excitement of all that I wanted to see, I didn't know what to do.
