Mrs. Greenwald is the mother of my friend Tommy. They live a half mile down the road from us. My family has lived in our house as long as I can remember. My dad built it himself. Both my parents work so our house looks like a typical family abode, cluttered and lived in.
The Greenwald's had their house built in the late 80's when I was in the 6th grade. When I found out they had a son my age I was ecstatic. A few days after they moved in I went down to meet the new kid. When I knocked Mrs. Greenwald opened the door.
My mom when she was home was always dressed in comfortable clothes: sweat pants and sweat shirt or a pair of old jeans and a flannel shirt or something like those two, worn and comfortable but a long way from Susie homemaker.
Mrs. Greenwald on the other hand looked like someone out of a TV show. She had brown hair to her shoulders, brown eyes, and was eye level with me so her height had to be the same as mine at the time, 5" 2". She was well built with an hourglass shape and breasts that were large, showing their size even under her usual conservative clothes. She was dressed in a pair of low-heeled black shoes, a plaid knee-length skirt and a white blouse buttoned to her throat and black nylon stockings covering her legs.
When she opened the door she asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah...I...aw...I live up there," I said pointing in the direction of my house, "I heard you had a boy my age."
She smiled and said, "Yes we do. Tommy was wondering if there were any kids his age that lived around here. Please come in."
As I stepped in the door it hit me that the house was immaculate, no coats hanging on the back of chairs, no glasses sitting on end tables, no spots of dust in the corners, everything was perfect and in its place.
Mrs. Greenwald closed the door then called up the stairs, "Tommy, you have a visitor."
Tommy came blasting down the stairs and as he did his mom admonished him, "Walk young man. You're scuffing the wax on the hardwood floors!"
Tommy rolled his eyes as his gait dropped to a walk.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs he said to me, "Hey. I'm Tommy."
"I'm Wes," I replied.
"You live around here?" He asked.
"Yeah just up there," I pointed in the general direction of my house.
"Cool. Come on up to my room," He said as he turned and started up the stairs at a run in violation of his mother's order.
All the bedrooms in the house were on the second floor and all of them had a set of exterior french doors that opened onto a huge deck that looked out over Lake Warren. I had never seen anything like it. Tommy and I played together for the better part of that afternoon. It wasn't long and we were fast friends.
After we met, we spent a lot of time together which meant that I spent as much time at his house as he did at mine. In the years we hung out together I never saw anything out of place in his house and I never saw Mrs. Greenwald in public in anything other than prim immaculate outfits. Tommy's dad was an executive at a large firm. He worked 6 or 7 days and 70 to 80 hours or more a week so we rarely saw him.
Mrs. Greenwald was always nice, dressed in conservative clothes and as I said the house was always perfect. She never lost her temper and always had meals right on time. After a short while it almost felt like she was one of the perfect Stepford wives from the movie. That impression lasted until halfway through my senior year a few months after my 18th birthday.
Over the years Tommy and I had grown. At 18 I was 5' 11" and because of my weight lifting weighed 180 lbs. Tommy was a little shorter at 5' 9" and a bit lighter at 165 lbs. Since I had grown, the top of Mrs. Greenwald's head now hit me at the base of my throat. She still treated me the same but now she had to look up to meet my eyes.
When Tommy stayed over at my house we would sleep in the basement (Dad had made it into a family rec room) so we could stay up late and play games. When I stayed overnight with Tommy Mrs. Greenwald would insist I use the guestroom rather than bunking with Tommy. On the upstairs floor, Tommy's bedroom was at the far end of the hall, the guest bedroom next, then the upstairs guest bathroom.
There was a large open room that Mrs. Greenwald called the sitting room. The master bedroom was on the opposite end from Tommy's room with the door next to the head of the stairs. Since each bedroom had a set of French doors that opened onto a huge deck, Tommy and I would sometimes sit out on the deck before going to bed and play games.
I had stayed over one night after a football game. Tommy's dad was gone for a couple of days to some convention or board meeting which he did quite often. Tommy and I had watched a couple of movies, then went to bed. I woke in the early morning hours with a dry scratchy throat. I decided I wanted something other than water to drink so I got up and headed downstairs. As I started down the stairs I heard a faint groan. I stopped and listened. A moment later I heard it again. When I heard it for a third time I realized it was coming from the master bedroom.
I stepped over and put my ear against the door just in time to hear a long drawn-out groan. My first thought was that maybe Mrs. Greenwald was hurt or sick. As I listened, another long groan sounded from her bedroom.
I was just about to knock and ask if she was ok when I heard her groan, "Yes! Yes! Just like that!"
It finally hit me that she wasn't sick. Her groans were groans of pleasure! Instantly the question hit me, 'Did Tommy's dad come home and are they having sex?'
I hadn't heard or been aware of Tommy's father arriving home, so I wondered if Mrs. Greenwald masturbating. I was only 18 and since I got hard at the drop of a hat, the sounds issuing from her bedroom had an effect, my cock jumped to attention. I listened for a bit then an idea hit me, I might be able to see into her bedroom through the French doors from the deck. I had never thought of Mrs. Greenwald as a sex object but that was about to change when I discovered what she was doing.
I had a mental argument with myself that lasted a whole 30 seconds or so as I made my way back to my room and out onto the deck. I tiptoed to the doors leading into the master bedroom. I could see a faint light coming through the lace curtains covering the door widows. I stopped and looked at the windows built into the doors, but the curtains covered them entirely. I stepped to the window next to them and looked at it. Like the door windows, the curtains covered them entirely except for a spot about 2" above the curtain rod. It was too high for me to see through standing on the deck so I grabbed one of the deck chairs and stood on it.
As I peeked into her room, I realized the view I had was on an angle toward the foot of the bed. I also realized the light I had noticed was coming from a tv. I couldn't see what was on the tv screen (I later realized she must have been watching porn), but the light from the screen illuminated the bed quite nicely. The sheets and covers of the bed had been thrown back and Mrs. Greenwald lay in the middle, naked. She had both feet flat on the bed, her legs spread wide and was pushing a cock shaped dildo in and out of her pussy.
At first I was shocked, then my teenage hormones took over as I became completely absorbed in the scene. I realized that naked she had a very sexy body. Her skin was smooth and her tits were large, but looked firm and her nipples were erect. As I watched, every few minutes she would groan loudly, her hips would rise off the bed and tremble as she pushed that dildo in and out of her pussy. After a minute or two of that, she would let her hips fall to the bed and the frantic pace she was using the dildo would slow. After a bit, her pace would pick up and she would again be slamming that dildo into her pussy. It took me a little while to realize she was cumming each time that happened.
As I watched her I pulled my hard cock out of my boxers and began to stroke it. By then I wasn't seeing the prime and proper Mrs. Greenwald but a sexy naked woman playing with her pussy. I got my first nut a few minutes later as her hips rose from the bed and she climaxed I did too. I didn't stop there though, I kept right on stroking my cock. All together I got a nut three times that night. I think I could have done another one but right after the third one Mrs. Greenwald pulled the dildo out and stopped fucking herself. I quietly got off the chair, put it back in position and returned to my room.
The next morning as she was making us breakfast my view of her had changed. She was dressed as she always was, immaculately, in a green knee-length skirt, flower print blouse buttoned to her throat, white nylon stockings and a pair of low-heeled black shoes. I didn't just see that though, through. In my mind's eye I could see her naked body under those prim and proper clothes. My cock grew hard thinking about it. When I realized my cock was making a noticeable bulge in my pants I made myself think of other things until it went down.
Mrs. Greenwald would get up an hour before we did and have our breakfast ready for us. One day when I stayed with Tommy, I woke and realized I had fallen asleep and missed watching her. When I looked at the clock I saw it was about the time she got out of bed. I figured a look at her naked body was better than nothing, so I slipped out onto the deck and made my way to her window. I climbed onto the chair and peeked in.
She was just pulling on her stockings when I peeked in. To my shock, they weren't just tights or pantyhose as I had thought, but mid-thigh stockings held up with a garter. Another thing that caught my attention was her lack of panties. I had no idea how a woman's clothes worked so I wondered if she was going to put them on after her stockings. A moment later my question was answered as she stepped into and pulled up a dark brown wool skirt. She didn't have on panties! She didn't wear panties!
I was so sunk in the thought of her walking around, being close to me with no panties on that I almost missed the sight of her putting on her bra. She did the hooks in front of her then spun her bra around to get into it. It was fabulous to watch her cradle each breast with her hand and work it into the cups of her bra. As she cupped the second one to put it in she stopped and I could see her rolling her nipple between her fingers before she tucked it away. I knew she was close to finishing so I jumped down and went back to my room. All through breakfast I covertly watched her move around the kitchen knowing that her pussy was bare under her skirt.
From then until circumstances finally ended the shows I would wait until Tommy was asleep then sneak out onto the deck and wait by her window. Every time I did I was rewarded with a show by her. After that first time I watched her I thought about mentally calling her by her first name, Katharine when I watched her. That didn't seem right so I thought of shortening it to Kat. Finally I decided to leave it at Mrs. Greenwald because for some reason I got a perverse pleasure out of thinking of her as the prim, proper Mrs. Greenwald as I watched her writhing naked on the bed, watching porn and fucking herself with a vibrator.
