I turned 18 three months before high school let out. College was all planned out and I was looking forward to winding down the school year and swim season. I had driven to my buddy Ryan's house to pick up a school book I accidentally left from a couple days prior. He lived at the end of a cul de sac so I spun the truck around in the road to simply drive off after getting my book. As I did this his Mom, Phyllis was just arriving to check the mail box. In this part of town mailboxes are on posts just off the road. Theirs was slightly up the street next to some shrubbery. She approached my passenger window where I lowered it and she leaned in to say "Hi."
She was an attractive woman in her mid 40s with shoulder length auburn hair, blue eyes and trim build. She had on a just above the knee skirt and a button blouse.
"Hello Mark. Great to see you. What brings you around here?"
"Hey Mrs Barnes. I left a book I need last time I was here. Is Ryan home?" I asked.
I tried to be cool, but with her leaning in the passenger window, I had a view down her blouse which looked to hold a pair of firm tits that I suddenly took appreciation of.
"No, Mark. He's expected home in about 5 minutes. He's heading back from an early evening run preparing for the cross country meet later this week."
"Well he'd better hurry as it's starting to rain," I said.
"Oh my gosh it is!" Phyllis quickly climbed into the front seat of my truck and plopped down. "I hope you don't mind, I just had my hair colored and I can't get it wet just yet."
"No worries! You're hair looks great. New cut as well?" I asked. My view down her blouse was gone but now her legs were in view. She did not smooth down her skirt and upper thighs were exposed.
"Just a couple of inches. I think it frames my face more. What do you think?"
Now I was no virgin and had a half dozen girlfriends some of which were sexual. I was tempted to give her a flirtatious compliment, but this was my buddy's Mother. That would be crossing the line. Still, a nice reply would be acceptable.
"I think you're right. Shows off your eyes more. Do you want me to pull up the driveway and drop you at your door?" I offered.
"No, I've still got to get the mail. Can I just sit here for a few minutes? The rain will stop soon."
Except it didn't. It started to come down a little harder. We made small talk for a minute. How is school? Plans for the summer. We joked around a little, laughing a bit while I just kept looking at her legs and tried to steal glances of her chest. The windows were starting to fog up.
I don't know where it came from, but I suddenly said, "When was the last time you steamed up the inside of a car?" Oh my God! I can't believe I just said that.
Phyllis, looked at me shocked and wide eyed. I felt like an idiot. There was an awkward pause that seemed to last hours when she just started laughing.
"I steamed up a few windows in my day, Smart Ass! Just like I'm sure you steam up a few as well, am I right?" she laughed. "Maybe with Becky Harris?"