This is part of a series of unrelated yet similarly themed fictional short stories entitled MATURE SECRETS. They can be read in any order. All characters are fictional, and all are over 18.
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Having nothing better to do after school, Brad, Walter, and myself walked over to the mall to the video arcade. We don't do this a lot, but when we do none of us has a lot of money. So we'll usually play just a couple of video games, then walk around the mall and look for chicks.
The arcade wasn't crowded that time of the afternoon, but there were a few people there. The two guys who worked there weren't much older than we are, and all three of us are 18. There were a few other guys there, one group of girls, and some littler kids with their moms.
We had just started in on our first game, when I spotted her nearby, watching us. I presumed that she was a mom there with her own kids, but she seemed to just be hanging around where we were in the back, out of view from everybody else. I might have noticed her eventually, because I'm always horny and I don't have a problem looking at older mommy-types. I won't admit it even to my friends, but I lust for just about anything female, even my older female teachers and my friends' moms and women in my neighborhood. I'm a virgin and would take a stab at anything with a pussy that I could get, to experience real fucking.
But I noticed her first off because she was looking at us and smiling. She had stylish shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair with just a little wave to it, and bangs. Her skirt was hemmed just about mid-thigh, another reason that I would have noticed her eventually. Not real short, but not common on someone her age. Her legs looked pretty good, certainly good enough for me. Her top was some light white material, sort of loose, and scooped down quite a bit. Her tits weren't big at all, but she had some. I'd fuck her if I had the chance.
We were playing a standup racecar game with a steering wheel and a pedal, that can play up to four people. It was my turn, and I did pretty well. When I was done, I looked up to see her standing right behind us, watching us play our game. She spoke to me.
"You did good. Do you play this game a lot?"
"Uh, no, not too much," I mumbled.
She stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, watching Walter play.
Walter finished up, and the game was over. We started to back away from the car game.
"Oh, play another!" She exclaimed." "I'll pay!" She pulled a handful of tokens out of her purse, and handed them to Brad.
"Thanks," said Brad.
"Can I play, too?" She asked.
"Sure," said Brad. The lady took the first turn on the game, and didn't do too well. When she backed off, Brad took his turn. She stood behind me, pressing her chest against the back of my shoulder. I don't get a lot of physical contact with any females, so having a woman that close, knowing her tits were back there pressing into me, smelling just a hint of perfume, was enough to get my cock tingling.
But I noticed that she was leaning up against Walter, too. And when Brad finished with his turn and I took mine, She was talking to him and standing shoulder-to-shoulder, too. Brad and Walter have bragged about the one or two sluts that they've fucked, but they're no studs either, and they appeared happy to be receiving attention from this lady, whoever she was, too.
After my turn, I stood next to her again. I stared at her face as she watched the game. She was pretty. I'll bet she was a real looker in her youth, but she had a pretty face even now, with blue eyes, and a small upturned nose. There were lines around her eyes and above her lips. Of course I looked down at her chest, which had gotten some sun and was flecked with a few spots. I was guessing that she was about our moms' age. Mid-forties maybe?
She looked over and caught me looking at her. She smiled as I quickly looked away. Then she leaned in to see the game. Her blouse gapped open, and naturally, my eyes went down her top. Way down. The lighting wasn't great in the back of the arcade, but I could see past the point of her tan line, to the milky white tops of her tits. Holy shit, she wasn't wearing a fucking bra!
Her tits didn't look big, but I didn't care, they were TITS, and enough to feel. My cock stiffened in my jeans. I glanced up to make sure she wasn't catching me looking at her tits, and I noticed that Walter was on the other side of her, also looking down her blouse, with his mouth open.
We finished the first game, and she put more money in the machine. It was my turn.
"My name's Kathy," I heard her say to the others, who mumbled their names to her.
When I was done I backed away, getting into position to see her cleavage again.
"I'm Kathy. What's you're name?" She asked me.
"Uh, Harry."
She smiled wider, and her eyes dropped from my eyes, down my body. "And are you?"
"What?"
"Are you hairy?" she asked, alternately looking from my eyes to my crotch. She didn't really mean it the way it sounded, did she?
"Uh, yeah, I guess," I mumbled. I had no hair on my chest, but I had plenty on my cock, so I was hoping that's what she meant.