It had become a tradition that my father's secretary spent a weekend in our home situated on the countryside outside Stockholm, Sweden. Since this was in the fifties she was always referred to as Miss Boman. And still, after ten years as his secretary my father called her Miss Boman.
I don't think I had ever heard her given name even though I had met her several times both in our home but also at my father's office. But when she came to visit us that summer I knew for sure that she was a very good-looking woman with a body that set my emotions in turmoil. She had a cute face always ready to smile and a lush body with ample breasts. But it was the way she carried herself and behaved that really made it.
Miss Boman arrived together with my father after work on a Friday evening. She was to stay the weekend. Mother served a good dinner and they chatted freely about a lot of things including office gossip. My mother worked part time in the same company, in another department though. It was a very relaxed and nice evening.
Saturday morning came with nice warm weather. At breakfast my parents decided that we should be gardening before lunch. I was as always given the task to move the lawn. What wanted Miss Boman do, they asked.
"Well," she said. "It's such lovely weather. I think I will work on my tan. I will go down to the lake."
There never was a special program when she visited. She took part in our life and had to take care of herself most of the time.
"That sounds nice," my mother responded. "I think I will do the same in the afternoon."
After a pleasant breakfast we slowly started the work. After a while I saw Miss Boman set off for the lake where we had a jetty with a ladder and wind shelters.
I worked on the lawns. It always took me a good two hours and I couldn't cheat this morning with my parents around. But finally I was finished and put the mover away. My father approved my work.
"I will go and take a swim," I said as casually as I could.
"Good, then you can keep Miss Boman company," my mother said smilingly. "But make sure you come back in time for lunch."
I gathered my things and set off.
Our bathing place is about five minutes away and can't be seen from the house.
When I approached the lake I saw Miss Boman lying in the sun on her back. She seemed to be naked. I saw a dark patch of hair at the top of her thighs.
Miss Boman somehow noticed my approach. She lazily rolled over onto her stomach raising her upper body on her arms. Her impressive breasts welled out between her arms but what also caught my attention were the two swelling half globes rising from the small of her back.
Miss Boman put out a hand and draped a towel over her lovely bottom but not until I was just a few meters away.
"Hi Erik. I wasn't expecting anyone to come so close to lunch. How nice. It got a little boring being all alone. Take a swim while I get decent," she said smilingly.
I already had my swim trunks on and did as she had said, jumped into the water. But I couldn't resist sneaking back at her. She wasn't overly cautious when she rose and put her swim suit on although she turned her back at me.
I swam for a while then curiosity took over and I climbed ashore. Miss Boman sat with her back propped against the plank that was part of the windshields. But what had made me so curious was her swim suit. It was of a type I had seen only on pictures; a two piece thing that left her midriff bare.
"Come and sit over here and chat with me," Miss Boman called and I sat down in front of her.
"Do you like my swim suit, my bikini? It's a brand new model," she said and straightened up to give me a good look. Her panties ended well under her navel. The bra seemed to be too small because the breasts welled up above it forming two half globes. I had never seen so much of a woman's breast before and stared until I got to my senses.
"Uh, well, yes, it's very nice," I stammered. "It suits you," I added without knowing where I found these words.
Miss Boman looked pleased though and sat straight pushing her breasts forward.
She was good company chatting about a lot of things. She made me talk about myself, about school and what I did on my free time. She gossiped about the office and my father but in a very friendly and amusing way.
I tried to keep my eyes at her face but ever so often they dropped down to her breasts. They moved above her bikini top when Miss Boman shifted her seating. Suddenly I saw a semicircular strand of a different color just above the fabric of one of the breasts and it took my breath away. Was that a nipple or what?
"Do you like my breasts?" I suddenly thought that I heard. But certainly that must have been a mistake I thought.
"Uh, sorry, what did you say," I stammered and felt that my face flushed.
"Oh, I think you heard all right," Miss Boman giggled. "Well, since you haven't looked me in the eyes for some time now I asked if you like my breasts. But I am sure you do since you watch them so closely. Tell me, have you ever seen a woman's breast?"
"Uh, uh, no, well, only in magazines," I stammered and my face flushed even more.
"Well, at least that was an honest answer," she said and when I very embarrassed looked up she smiled sweetly.
"Have you forgotten that you in fact have seen my breasts? But it was some years ago and I don't think you were very interested at that time. But it was on a visit like this where your mother and I were sunbathing in the nude." Miss Boman said bursting into laughter.
Yes, I had a faint vision of the naked body of Miss Boman although a younger version. I remembered big round boobs that had intrigued me for its size. I also remembered a triangle of brown fluffy hair between her thighs that I hadn't understood. But now I had a good idea what that was all about although I hadn't seen any in real life until today.
"Do you remember now?" Miss Boman asked laughing. "The look on your face tells me that you do. Oh, you don't remember anything else, do you?" she added a bit more concerned.
"Oh, well, yes, now I remember it," I said. "I remember that you had very nice breasts."
"Well," Miss Boman said overly casually." Well, want to see them again? I don't like tan lines across them. But don't tell anybody."
She put her hands around her back and unclasped the bra. She let it hang open in front of her for a few seconds before she shrugged her shoulders and let it drop forward down her arms.
I sat in front of her just staring. May be my mouth dropped open. I really don't know.
Before me was my first pair of naked breasts not more than a yard away. And what breasts. Big and round and with a nipple in the middle of a pink circle.
Miss Boman cupped her breasts and massaged them.
