I'm a bit embarrassed to say, but my eyes took advantage of every opportunity to get quick, and sometimes not so quick, looks at her. That beautiful young face, and especially, her firm tits and nipples, not to mention, her lovely, inviting ass, each time she got up. I also savored whatever peek I could get of her pussy area. I had constant tingling sensations in my stomach and balls all day. I felt like a lecher, and hoped I wasn't too obvious or offensive. She showed no indication that either was the case.
Over the course of the afternoon, I learned that Samantha was from a very small, Mid-Western town, and went to an equally small, little known, local college, where she acquired her Master's Degree in Marketing. It took her seven and a half years, as she explained that after getting her Bachelor's degree, she had to work full time to save enough money to go back for her Master's. She said that her family was in no position to help financially. She went on to say that she had interviewed for her job in June of last year, right after graduation, and was hired with the understanding that she could not start before the beginning of this year. She wanted out of the small town environment, and knew that the only way she could "make her mark" in her field was to work for a large company in a big city. So, she accepted the position and the wait. It gave her time to find a suitable place to live without rushing into something, she reasoned.
I headed home close to 6 P.M. extremely impressed with this very mature young lady, who was not full of herself, but confident and non-apologetic about the person she is, and yet, still genuinely pleasant, and down to earth. She carried herself well in every visible way. It was also obvious, by the butterflies I was feeling in my stomach, that I was equally impressed with her loveliness, and the slight, but very arousing views I got of her perfect body.
At around 10 P.M. I decided to take a shower, unable to erase the vision of Samantha; her pert nipples showing through her T-shirt, her lovely ass, and how I came close to seeing her pussy when she moved a certain way. I was feeling the butterflies of arousal, and thought a shower might alleviate the feeling that had been all too foreign for a very long time.
I got out of the shower and walked to my bedroom completely naked. I was about to put my light on when I noticed Samantha's bedroom light on, and her curtains wide open. I couldn't see her, and didn't know if she was in the room or not, so I walked up to my window in complete darkness to pull down my shade. Before I could put the shade down, Samantha came into view with just a huge towel wrapped around her. I knew I should just pull down the shade and walk away, but I couldn't. Instead, I backed up a few feet into the darkness, and continued watching her. My mind was racing, and I thought my heart was going to beat so hard it would burst.
Samantha's mirrored dresser was opposite her window and afforded me a perfect, unobstructed view of her backside, along with her complete front, reflecting in the mirror as she stood in front of it. She began brushing and drying her hair. Her reaching and movement above her head caused the towel to loosen and fall to the floor, leaving her standing there with all her naked beauty for me to see. I gasped in awe and felt weak in the knees, as the tingles of a strong and powerful arousal began to take me over. Her ass was so firm and perfectly shaped. Her tits, although not large, were proportioned nicely to her body, and stood firm and proud. Her areolae were a very light pink and about silver dollar sized, with perfect size nipples, looking right back at her through the mirror. She was majestically elegant, and I found myself slowly stroking my still semi-erect cock.
Samantha, evidently dropped something, or reached down to pick up something without bending her knees, giving me a clear look at her lovely shaved, 25 year-old pussy. My cock almost immediately sprung to a full erection and I began jerking it faster, with purpose now. I began imagining my cock sliding into her tight pussy and I began fantasizing that she knew I was watching her, and that she was putting on this show just for me, and I was in her bedroom with her. I began talking to her, as my voice began to shudder from breathing heavy, coupled with the speed of my hand moving up and down the shaft of my cock. My eyes were riveted on her lovely ass as I imagined my old cock between those young cheeks. She then reached up and cupped each of her breasts. She looked up to herself, and smiled, approvingly, and softly. I imagined she was looking and smiling at me. I began to grunt and moan, as I could feel my orgasm leaving my balls and shooting up the shaft of my cock. I gave out a few "OH's" and a few "AH's", and came so strong that my first stream of semen nearly hit the wall in front of me, and then heavily hit the hardwood floor, making a loud smacking sound. My cock kept throbbing as more semen shot out of it. I had not cum that much in many years. The whole experience was glorious, and I privately thanked Samantha.
As I was about to reach for the shade, Samantha turned around, walked to her window, and reached for both curtains. As she was slowly closing them, I swore I saw a naughty, knowing smile appear on her face. I immediately drew down my shade and backed up a few steps. "Did she know I was watching her? Did she see me jerking off?" A thousand fucking questions raced through my mind. A cloud of shame and embarrassment immediately hung over my head. I wondered how I could ever face her again. I had already convinced myself that she was watching me, like I was watching her. I plopped on my bed, but couldn't fall asleep, fraught with guilt and concern.
Sunday morning I was awakened by my doorbell. I threw on my robe and went to the door. It was Samantha, with a big smile on her face and a covered Cool Whip container in her hand. Seeing that I was still wearing my robe, and my white hair was messy and pillow combed, she got serious.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you? I was just going for a run, and saw your car still in the driveway. You seemed to really enjoy my shrimp salad yesterday, so I put some in one of my very expensive plastic containers," she mockingly said, and without pausing, continued, "And brought a package of extra hot dog buns for you. I wasn't sure you'd still be home when I got back, so I thought I'd bring them to you now. Sorry Tucker."
"Oh, thanks. Yeah, I over slept this morning. I had a difficult time falling asleep last night, for some reason. I appreciate it. This is the best shrimp salad I've ever eaten; the chopped hard boiled eggs and shredded carrots really made it special. Thanks, I'll have this for lunch. Oh, and don't worry about waking me. I needed to get up anyway."
She smiled, and said, "I'm so glad you really liked it. Gotta run before the sun gets too hot. See you later, Tucker." She then turned and jogged down my walkway and out of sight.
"What a great gal." I convinced myself, in a matter of minutes, that she had no idea I saw her last night. I didn't detect any change in her demeanor or voice inflection from yesterday. She's just a good person, a little naïve possibly, but it only magnifies her thoughtful and genuine kindness. The idea of her seeing me last night was just another figment of my imagination and fantasy.
The summer went on and Samantha and I went about our own business, with the exception of an occasional relaxing evening of conversation maybe once every two weeks or so. And yes, once every so often, I'd see her in her bedroom after a shower, and I never ceased to take advantage of the situation to jerk off and cum, admiring and fantasizing. I always enjoyed and looked forward to those times.
One evening on her patio, after we had become very comfortable with each other, I asked her why such a beautiful woman, inside and out like her, didn't have boys constantly at her door, or driving around the block, just to get a smile or wave from her. Being the open and honest person she is, she explained to me why.
"Tucker, as you already know, I was born and brought up in a very tiny town out West where everyone knew and respected each other. There were boys in town, and we went through our little school crushes, but nothing ever got very serious; a kiss on the cheek was very bold and a big thing. I see now that the people in our town were still living in a past time. I'm not sorry about that. I'm kind of glad that I was fortunate enough to be exposed to that and learn how to respect and appreciate people, as they are."
"I then attended an equally small and little known college. My social skills were not lacking; I just wasn't prepared to blend in with what the accepted mores and attitudes were, even though they would still seem backwards and mild by other kids in larger colleges who grew up in larger cities. I eventually met a boy, and we dated for a long time. I thought I was in love with him, and he always showed me the highest amount of respect. Inevitably, I gave in to my emotions, and his heated advances, and we had sex. It's funny looking back, but at that time, I felt like I had finally arrived," she gave a little chuckle.
Samantha continued. "After a few months, and several sexual encounters with him, things began to change. His respect for me began to wane, not drastically at first, but enough to be felt and noticed by me. It progressively worsened, to the point that I had to make a very difficult and emotional decision. To fill the void of not having someone special in my life, I turned to running long distance. I think that my cautiousness, and possibly fear of getting hurt again like that, has caused me to be a bit stand-offish. Not being afraid to say no, seems to be baffling and unacceptable to men, and women alike, my age. Word like that travels very quickly, which I'm okay with. I'm still, and always will be, the naïve, small town girl to most, and I personally am kind of proud of that fact. I refuse to settle for less, just to conform and fit in."
