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I have known Dave Caruthers since he was five or six years old. I was a neighborhood kid and knew the family quite well while he was growing up. I had grown up a typical teenager. I had never paid much attention to David being almost eleven years older than he was. It seems that I remember him having his seven-year-old birthday party a couple of months before I turned eighteen. I only mention Dave now because he will be a part of the story later.
I was a typical teenage boy. When I was seventeen, I looked at every female through libido-laden eyes. I checked out the looks of every woman and girl. The ones that I considered good-looking were committed to memory so that I could imagine them and me doing what I considered sex while I masturbated. No one was immune from my active imagination. My teachers, girls in my classes, my friends' mothers, everyone who could feed my libido became a partner in my sexual fantasies.
When I was seventeen, I started cutting grass in the neighborhood. I traveled about two blocks in each direction. During the summer, I built up quite a business and met quite a few women and girls. Although nothing happened between these women, girls, and I, they were frequent participants in my imaginary trysts. I almost hurt myself jacking off to thoughts of their beautiful breasts, the curve of their asses, or the way they filled out a bathing suit.
About a month after I celebrated my eighteenth birthday I had an epiphany. I was at the Caruthers' house. I had been in their garage putting gas in my mower and was walking around to the back of the house to start my mowing pattern. As I passed Ms. Caruthers' bedroom. I glanced in the window just as she was coming out of her bathroom. She had evidently just finished a shower and was nude except that she was wrapping a towel around her hair.
She was the first real live woman that I had ever seen without clothes. Of course, she was an older woman. She had to be at least twenty-eight. She had brown hair that was wrapped in a towel but normally hung down to her shoulders. She had a lot of brown hair between her legs, too. She was slender and had nice breasts. They were not real big but I loved the way they looked. My cock stiffened as I watched her move about her bedroom getting dressed. I watched as she bent over the dresser to retrieve a pair of panties from a drawer. As she bent over, I saw her pussy peek out. It was my first sighting and it was all I could do to stay quite. She stepped into the panties. Next came a bra, which she used to tuck away her breasts. She put on a white blouse and then slipped on a navy blue skirt into which she tucked her blouse. As she tucked in her blouse, she turned toward the window and looked directly at me. I quickly turned and pushed the mower toward the back of the house.
In stead of starting the mower, I ran home and masturbated until I pumped my load into the bathroom sink while thinking of how naturally beautiful Ms. Caruthers was. It was only after I masturbated that I became concerned that Ms. Caruthers had seen me or that she thought that I had seen her. I couldn't think of a good excuse not to mow her lawn, so I went back to work.
All went well. I still didn't know if she saw me looking or not because when she brought me a glass of tea like she usually did, I did not look at her with the same eyes that I had seen her with before. Seeing her nude had changed her appearance to me. She was much more personally attractive somehow. The jut of her bosom and the roundness of her butt seemed more pronounced now that I had seen them uncovered. My subconscious read something into her every action. She invited me to sit at the table on the back porch as she usually did.
"I made some toll-house cookies for Dave," she said as she placed a plate of cookies on the table with her left hand and touched my shoulder with her right hand. "Help yourself as we have plenty more."
"Thank you, Ms. Caruthers," I said as I felt the warmth of her hand on my shoulder.
I turned to look at her when I talked with her and for a moment, her right breast was mere inched from my nose. Her perfume filled my nostrils and it was all I could do to reach for the cookies instead of her breast.
"You are growing into such a fine looking young man," she was saying as she, to my pleasure and pain, moved away from the table. "It won't be long before you're calling me Catherine or Kate."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"On second thought, I think that now would be a good time to dispense with the yes ma'am and no ma'am," she announced. "Would you like to call me Kate?"
"Yes ma'am, I mean Kate," I said. If that would be all right with you."
I stood in preparation to return to my mowing.
"It certainly would," she said as she put her hand on my shoulder and walked me to the screen door of the porch. "I'll see you when you finish."
I couldn't help thinking as I was mowing that except for permission to call her Kate, nothing had really changed except I had some good basis for imaginary scenes with Kate that I could jack off to. My imagination was getting a little carried away as I made the monotonous trips back and forth across the lawn. I was touching Kate's breast. I put my hand on Kate's ass. I put my hand on the soft curly brown hair between her legs. I came back to reality and was aware that my stiff cock was tenting my shorts. I reached down and readjusted myself as I glanced at the house. Was someone at the window or was that just a reflection in the glass?
When I finished mowing, I went to the back porch to get my pay. Kate was waiting for me. She gave me my money and said, "My husband, Jerry, is away on business and Dave and I will be eating alone. Would you like to join us."
"Sure," I said. "Just let me check with my mother to make sure that she doesn't have plans for us.
"Let me know," she said. "We'll eat at six thirty."
It was not unusual to be invited to the Caruthers for a meal. I always thought that they liked for me to be a big brother model for Dave. I checked with mom and arrived at the Caruthers' back porch door at a quarter past six. Dave let me in and after letting his mother know I was there took me into the living room to show me a new game he had. He was excited about it because it was a science learning game and he enjoyed the subject. Kate called us to dinner at six thirty sharp.
Dinner was beef Stroganoff, one of my favorites. Kate knew it because I had gone on about how great it was the last time she served it when I was there. Conversation during dinner was nothing out of the ordinary. Dave talked about his science game and what he was going to do for the science fair in the up coming school year. Kate asked me about college and I told her that I had decided to use the 2 + 2 option that the state offered. I would attend two years at the Community College and be guaranteed a place at one of the state's universities. On the surface it was a normal casual dinner.
Kate had changed for dinner and was wearing a simple sleeveless black dress. There was nothing special about the dress. It wasn't tight or clinging and the neckline wasn't low but every time I looked at her, I saw her as I did through the window that afternoon. Needless to say, my cock stayed at least semi-stiff throughout the meal and when I allowed myself to look at her, it was fully erect. A couple of times I thought I saw her looking at me when I was talking with Dave. I don't mean just looking at me. I mean checking me out. I dismissed it because why would an older, married woman be looking at me.
I had always admired Mr. Caruthers because he had a job that required him to travel all over the world. He was a little older than Kate and was always so distinguished looking. But the plus factor was that he would travel to Los Angeles, Seattle, New York, London, Paris, and one time even to Japan.
When Dave finished his dessert, he asked to be excused and went back to his game in the living room leaving Kate and I alone at the table. She asked, "Would you like a cup of coffee? I have some made and I think I'll have one."
I didn't drink coffee very often but it seemed like the grownup thing to do. I said, "Yes, thank you. That would be very nice."
