We lived in a semi detached house. The Corbys lived next door. I think that maybe I was 11 or 12 years old when I was awoken by the sounds of Les Corby beating up his wife Trish again. Dad had warned him. Now the time for warnings was over. The next sounds I heard was Dad giving Les the kind of belting that he'd been dishing out to his wife every time he got drunk.
Not long after this Les Corby moved out never to be seen again. Nobody was more relieved and pleased to see him go than his wife.
For the next few years Trish Corby was the nice lady who lived next door. I used to run errands and help out wherever I could.
Then when I got to be about 16 or so I realised that she was more than just a nice lady she was a very attractive lady. She would have been in her early thirties by then with mid-length fair wavy hair and bright blue eyes.
It wasn't until I reached the age of 18 that I discovered that she was more than a nice attractive lady. She was downright sexy.
It was a hot summer day and I was reading in my room. I glanced out of the window to see Trish gardening barely twenty feet away. She was wearing a white shirt with the top buttons undone and a short skirt. The hot summer sun was causing her to perspire so that the shirt was sticking to her in a way that woke me up to the fact that Trish Corby had very nice tits and come to think of it her whole figure was definitely hot. All of her curves were firmly in the right places, nothing jiggled. At one stage she stopped work stood up and stretched with her arms above her head. I could clearly see her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt which led me to think that she might not be wearing a bra. It was almost as if she were reading my thoughts. When she continued working she bent over to pull out a weed I could see full firm breasts, no sign of a bra. She swivelled around, her skirt tightening around her butt was revealing the lines of her panties. My imagination was working overtime wondering what colour they would be and what they were made of.
Again it was as if she had read my mind, she turned back toward me and hiked her skirt up around her thighs, squatted on her heels with her legs apart to till the soil. Nothing made of cotton could possibly be that raunchy. Her pale blue panties nestled in that salacious space where her body met her thighs and thanks to 20-20 vision I could clearly see the cleft of her sex.
It goes without saying that my 18year old cock was rock hard and screaming for release. I looked down to unzip my fly. As soon as my cock sprang free I took hold of it and was stroking at a fair pace as I stared at the sensuous sight of Trish's firm white thighs and the clearly defined slit of her pussy. And was I imagining it or were her legs further apart and was that a slightly damp patch that I could see?
I was close to cumming when I dragged my gaze upwards straight into the eyes of Trish Corby who was watching me with a wry smile on her face. She had sprung me. I was horrified as I packed my rapidly deflating cock away. Not that she could have seen it as it was just below the level of the window, but she could have easily seen my right arm pumping furiously and it would not have required much imagination to figure out what was going on.
As I gazed slack jawed at her,Trish raised her right forefinger and made a beckoning motion to me. I rose to my feet and went out into the garden. Trish made her way to her back door, entered the house and turned to once again beckon.
It was the work of seconds to cross the wire fence and join her in the kitchen. She was seated at the kitchen table I stood before her.
'Sit down.' she commanded.
I took the chair opposite her. ' Now Jeremy.' she began. ' Were you looking up my skirt?'
There was no point in denying. 'Yes Mrs Corby.'
' I think that you are old enough and mature enough to call me Trish.'
' Yes Mrs Cor- I mean Trish.' I stammered.
'And what were you doing whilst you were gazing at my panties?'
I hesitated. Unwilling to put my deed into words. Embarrassment overwhelming me.
'Come on Jeremy. I have just admitted that you are mature enough to call me by my name. This also means that I consider you mature enough to hold an adult conversation with me. So tell me what were you doing.'
'I was masturbating.' I held my breath waiting for her wrath to descend upon me.
Instead of looking angry she appeared apprehensive and paused before asking. ' Why on earth would you masturbate over an older woman like me?'
'You're not old!' I blurted. 'You are still young and attractive. No! More than that. I wouldn't have been masturbating if I didn't think that you were sexy!' I closed my mouth before any more words could tumble out. Aware that I had really gone too far this time.
Her answer amazed me. 'Thank you Jeremy. It's been a long time since anybody complimented me about my appearance and a damn sight longer since anybody remarked upon my sexuality.'
"In for a penny in for a pound." I thought then answered.
'Your appearance and your sexuality compliment each other. You are one very desirable lady.' I waited with bated breath for her reply.
When it came it was accompanied by that same wry smile that I'd seen on her face in the garden
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'You are certainly mature enough when it comes to complimenting a lady. Thank you once again.' she paused I could practically hear her thinking. She seemed to come to a conclusion then she continued.
'OK I think that the time has come for you and I to have a real adult conversation. With regard to my sexuality, well its been a long time. There have been no men in my life since my husband and even when he was there I always thought that something seemed to be missing in our love life. The beatings that he gave me put me off any kind of a relationship with the opposite sex. That doesn't mean that my sex drive had completely dried up but it had been driven to a dark place somewhere deep inside me.'
She went quiet. Somehow I sensed that she needed reassurance but words were failing me so I reached across took her hand and lightly squeezed it. The wry smile had gone from her face and was now replaced by a small soft gentle smile that seemed to come from within. She didn't withdraw her hand, rather the opposite she gently squeezed mine before continuing.
'Then just recently, in the last four to six weeks or so, I felt that darkness begin to lift, it was as if my sexuality was being re-born. A similar feeling to that which I had during puberty but this time far more intense. A kind of sexual re-awakening which should have felt good but instead I was assailed by doubts. Did I even have what it takes to excite a man? And if I did was it still there or had far too much water flowed under the bridge for me to resurrect it? I strongly suspected that the tyranny of time had taken its toll and I had simply become a jaded aging woman.'
' You! Jaded. Aging.' I echoed. 'Don't you have any mirrors in this house?'
'Yes of course.' She gave a laugh before continuing. ' And what I saw in them was what I thought was a reasonably attractive woman. But doubts are not so easily conquered. I simply had to find out if a member of the opposite sex would find me desirable and I could only think of one way of discovering that. So that is when I hatched my plan.'
'What plan?' I asked.
She gave a little secret smile before replying. 'Oh Jeremy I thought that you would have figured that one out for yourself.'
The only comment that sprang to my mind was delivered by a shrug.
'I decided to put on a little show. Something overtly sexual. But what I needed was an audience then I realised that I had one living right next door. A sexually mature attractive young man.'
Something went click inside my head. 'So you knew I was watching you!'
'More than that. I made sure that you did And I was watching you to gauge your reactions but you were too busy looking at my body to notice my eyes. I stretched upward to display my breasts pressed against my shirt. I kept bending over allow you to see my breasts and to show off my butt then I finally turned toward you and squatted with my legs apart. All the time I was watching your reactions. Then you did something that far exceeded my expectations. You started masturbating I didn't for one moment believe that I was capable of arousing you to that extent. I found myself becoming excited so much so that for the first time in years I could feel myself getting wet. It was then that you finally saw me looking at you so the show was over.'
For a short while I was too stunned to speak. Trish's words and my memories of what had occurred between us had caused my erection to re-appear. Luckily it was hidden below the table but for comforts sake needed re-arranging. I tried to sneak my left hand down to sort things out hoping that Trish wouldn't notice but a knowing look crossed her face as she squeezed my hand again. Then I realised that she was waiting for me to reply.
I shuffled my thoughts into some sort of order then said. ' Trish I'm going to be absolutely honest with you so I want you to listen.'
She respected my wishes and replied by nodding her head.'