I had known Mr. and Mrs. Roundtree since I was a youngster. They were the "young couple" on our residential block. He was tall and lithe and lovely, and they were both quite friendly.
As I grew older, I would mow their lawn and be a guest in their home from time to time. And, of course, at a certain age I gazed fondly at Mrs. Roundtree's figure. She had long legs, lovely flowing auburn hair and freckles. Her waist was trimmer than any other wife in the neighborhood, and her breasts seemed to want to burst from her blouse.
My youthful fantasies could hardly have been fulfilled any better. Once I stole her bra from the clothes line in her back yard and wrapped it around my cock, pretending my dick was nestled between her breasts. My mother found it and forced me to return it to Mrs. Roundtree, and that had to be the humiliation of my young life. But Mrs. Roundtree was gracious and only smiled, but she clearly knew that I was curious and willing to take a risk.
As I aged through college years and into my 30s, Mrs. Roundtree also grew older but she never lost her looks and her appeal. Her husband also aged and gained weight and seemed less and less like a mate for her. But that happens in a lot of marriages where wives age and still look striking while their men let themselves go.
Almost every time I was home, I would see them and speak and they would ask about my life and career. Mrs. Roundtree took quite an interest in my doings, and that only added to my longstanding lust toward her. Not a few times did I dream of her as I toyed with my cock and squeezed out streams of cum.
When I was in my late 30s, I was visiting my old home neighborhood and learned that Mrs. Roundtree had been in a car accident and was in the hospital. By then she must have been in her early 60s. My parents told me that they thought she was okay, and I decided to pay her a visit in the hospital.
The desk clerk gave me her room number, and nurses on her floor told me that she was fine and just being held for observation. Changes were that she would be released the next day. I was relieved to hear that, and I strolled down to her door.
The door was partially closed. I knocked softly, then pushed the door open and stepped into her room. There she was, asleep and resting gently it appeared. Her head was slightly propped up, and she wore a hospital gown with a sheet tossed over her legs. I approached quietly.
She was resting so quietly, that I decided to take a chair and just wait a while with her. I watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath. Even without makeup Mrs. Roundtree was the picture of loveliness. Age had treated her well. In fact, if anything, she had grown more attractive to me.
I stood and stepped over to her bedside. She was sound asleep, but I thought at any moment she might wake and open her eyes. Her gown was snapped in front, and the first few snaps where undone, I suppose where the medical staff needed access to listen to her heart beating. But for whatever reason, those few unsnapped inches revealed the swell of her breast, and I could imagine that it would not take much to reveal more to my view.
Should I try? Would I ever have another chance like this?
I was nervous, so I moved to the other side of her bed so that my back was to the door. This would block the view of an incoming nurse. I leaned down and began the process of trying to take a look at more of Mrs. Roundtree's breast.
Ever so slowly and gently, I lifted her cotton gown and moved it aside. I stopped and watched Mrs. Roundtree's face for signs of rousing. She just kept breathing heavily and obviously asleep. I looked over my shoulder, then returned to my nasty deed. A slight bit more movement revealed the full frontal slope of one of her breasts. My cock snaked in my trousers and began its journey down my leg.
Another quick check of the doorway and of Mrs. Roundtree's face, then I concentrated on a full reveal. I was close to her mountain top, close to her nipple, and close to danger if she should wake.
Again, with great and slow care, I moved her gown aside and totally uncovered Mrs. Roundtree's nipple. My cock was dripping my now. In front of me was something I had dreamed of for years, the perfect globe of Mrs. Roundtree's tit, full and still majestic, topped by the pinkest classic nipple I'd ever seen.
I gazed at it and reached down to satisfy my itchy cock.
Should I take a picture? No, I thought. What if that woke her? I had my fun, and that was that. I should cover her, shouldn't I? Or, should I leave her exposed and take my seat again and enjoy the view?
Guilt got the best of me, and I hastily moved he gown back over her nipple, too my chair, and sat silently like a good boy. My violation was accomplished, and I was satisfied.
Five or ten minutes passed, and my courage returned. I wanted more.
I walked into the hallway and saw no visitors or medical staff in view. Back in Mrs. Roundtree's room I wondered if I might actually steal the ultimate view. Could I steal a view of her pussy? I was already past the point of caution.
Her long legs were only covered by a sheet below her knees. I began unsnapping the lower clasps of her hospital gown and admiring the shape of her legs, so long and so shapely. Each unsnapping brought me several inches closer to her pussy. Since she was in a hospital bed, I assumed she would not be wearing panties, and I was right.
With one more look over my shoulder to check for intruders, I unsnapped the last fastener and stared down at Mrs. Roundtree's pussy. I was in awe. I had never seen anything like it.
