A friend of my mothers' called around six o' clocks one night while I was busy doing my homework. She wondered if I could babysit for her eight-year-old while she went out for a few drinks with a guy she worked with. My mother was quick to volunteer me to her friend, so I took my math book, the only subject I had left to finish and walked a few houses up to her house.
Her name was Cathy, she is a single mother around the age of thirty and she was not a bad looking woman. Her long brunette hair, she has a decent sized breasts and a nice rounded ass, or at least that is the way it looked in her jeans. She promised not to be any later than eleven and her son should go to bed by nine, then she was gone.
It was tough trying to homework and play GI JOES with an eight-year-old, and I ended up playing with the army toys instead. Then he was off to bed at nine o'clock just like his mother had said he would and I was left to finish my homework. Math not being my best subject, it took me an hour and a half to do my homework. Then I just sat on the couch and dozed off until I heard her come in through the front door.
"Hey, thanks for watching him for me tonight, I really owe you a favor sometime." She said.
"No problem, I guess I better get going." I said and walked out the door.
By the time I got to my front porch at my house I realized I had forgotten my Math book at Cathy's house. So I cursed myself out for a moment and then trudged back up the street, I walked quietly up onto the porch and saw the light still on. I was about to knock on the door when I saw a sight that amazed my eighteen-year-old eyes.
She was lying on her couch in the small living room of her house, her white blouse she wore was completely unbuttoned. Her bra was unhooked, her large tits on full display, her left hand was making gentle circles around the large areolas of her nipples. Her short skirt was hiked up to her waist and her right hand was down inside her white lace panties frigging herself with wild abandon.
I stood there rubbing my hardening cock through my jeans, watching her through the window of her front door. Then I was startled by a car passing by, so I reluctantly knocked on the door, Cathy jumped up. Her hand darted out of her panties, she pulled her skirt down as she got up from the couch and held her shirt closed with one hand. She walked to the door with an annoyed look on her face, then she turned on the porch light and saw me standing there.
"Cathy, I'm really sorry to bother you, I forgot my math book on your coffee table and I really needs it for school in the morning." I explained.
"Oh okay, come on in then Tommy." She said to open the door for me to come in.
"Thank you is a real life saver." I said hoping she would not say anything about what I had just witnessed looking through the glass.
She closed the door and locked it behind her, she turned and watched me pick up the book, still standing by the front door holding her blouse closed. I picked the book up and looked at her nervously, she knew I was standing at the door watching her, now she is going to confront me. Shit, what if she calls my mother and tells her what kind of degenerate she has for a son, I will be branded a peeping tom, if you can excuse the pun.
"Tommy was you standing at my door long?" She asked sternly.
"Only for a minute or two, honest." I replied nervously.
"My date did not go well tonight, I just needed some relief, you can understand that can't be you." She said this time with less annoyance in her voice.
"Yes I can understand that." I replied thinking of my hard cock straining against my jeans. "Well I got my book so maybe I better get going now."
"No, stay with me for a little while, and I could really use the company." She said. "Why don't you sit down and put the tonight show on and I will go out to the kitchen to pop some popcorn for us?"
"All right I guess I could stay for a little while." I replied setting my book back down on the coffee table.
While she was gone, I took the opportunity to move my cock around in my jeans so that my hard on was not as obvious when she returned. I could hear her plug in the hot air popper, put some butter in a small sauce pan, then I could hear the familiar sound of popcorn popping.
Cathy disappeared for a moment into the bathroom that was located just off of the kitchen and then she returned carrying a tray with a large bowl of popcorn and two glasses of coke. She had changed while she was in the bathroom, she came out wearing an old faded nightshirt that said class of 1977 on it(forgot to mention this story takes place in the eighties). She set the tray down and joined me on the couch, surprisingly she sat close to me.
We watched most of the tonight show, got through most of the big bowl of popcorn, we made small talk about school, the show, music and current events. I finally worked up the courage and was going to ask her what she meant by her date not going well.
"So what happened on your date, you said it did not go well?" I asked getting it out into the open.
"Well, we went to that small restaurant on main street for dinner, while where they're his buddies from his softball team were at the restaurants bar drinking. We ate dinner sitting at the bar, then he totally forgot about me and kept on drinking with his friends. The thing that pissed me off the most is that I was really attracted to this guy." She explained. "I don't even think he knew I left the restaurant, I walked out and ended up walking back here."
"Wow, what a fucking jerk." I muttered never cursing in front of one of my mothers' friends before.
"Yeah you got that right." She replied laughing.
"You looked really great tonight and I'm not just saying that either." I said figuring, but I might have some momentum.
"Thank you, I know that you are just trying to be sweet." She replied patting my knee.
"If you were my date, I would have had the finest table, with candles and a nice flowery centerpiece of flowers." I said with increasing boldness. "That jerk obviously does not know how to treat a beautiful lady like you, you are better off without him."
"Oh Tommy, you really know the right things to say." She said to take me by the hand she pulled me to her for a soft tender kiss on the lips. Then the phone rang, she let go of my hand and got up to answer it.
"Hello, oh Hi Bill, yes I made it home okay, you want to come over and apologize, any I don't think so, no, no, no, look Bill I'm not in the mood and I don't think I want to go on another date tomorrow either, whatever then, yeah you too." She said hanging up the phone and coming back to sit on the couch with me. "I can't believe that jerk called and wanted to come over, well I have a better date here with a nice romantic young man."
Without saying anything she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me toward her, we were both now kissing on her couch with reckless passion. I pushed her back onto the couch and my hand was now working its way up her nightshirt. I gently squeezed one of her breasts, the more I fondled it the harder it got. Her nipples were now protruding outwards obscenely as our tongues danced in each others mouth.
I slid my hand down her stomach and slipped inside her white lace panties, I have frigged a few girls in my time so I had an idea what to do. I worked my finger in between her pussy lips and began to rub up and down. The hot wet steaminess of her pussy began to increase, then I found the hard nub of her clit and began to rub it slowly.
Soft mews were now escaping her mouth, I could feel the sounds reverberate through my mouth as I sped up the teasing of her clit. She then broke off the kiss and lay on her back panting rapidly as I gradually brought her to orgasm with my hand.
