It was at that moment that I heard the phone ring and told her I had.
“Would you mind getting it?”
In a flash, I dashed out of the bathroom, somewhat relieved to be doing so, and gently closed the door behind me as I left.
Tracy was surprised when I answered.
“David?” She questioned.
“Your mom’s in the shower” I answered truthfully enough. “Thought I’d better answer the phone, thought it might be you. Should I hang around and wait?”
I knew I must sound like I’d been running a mile or more, out of breath, still excited with my heart beating like wild drums. I half expected her to ask me what I’d been doing.
“I just wanted to call and say my replacement’s on the way. It shouldn’t be too much longer. You still want to wait for me? Or would you rather I call you when I do get home?”
“I’ll wait,” I said. But I wondered if that was the wisest decision I’d ever made. I heard the shower stop, knew that Lisa would be getting out of the shower, and that she’d possibly want to continue on with our little chat too. I still wasn’t sure if I was comfortable with doing that or not. But there was that other side of me that had found all of this quite stimulating as well as wickedly exciting too.
I hung up the phone, once again sitting down on the couch to finish my now fairly warm coke, and saw Lisa head out of the bathroom down the hall once again towards her bedroom. She didn’t bother closing the door this time either, and shortly after she turned the corner in the bedroom, I saw through the mirror as she dropped the bathrobe, and stood naked before my very eyes. She slipped from my sight momentarily and I saw a blouse and a pair of pants suddenly flung onto the bed. She came back into view and walked over towards the dresser, which contained the mirror. Almost immediately, I refocused my attention back on the TV. I knew that if I could see her, she could see me. I was determined at that point to completely refrain from even glancing in her direction until she’d finally left the room.
Minutes later she did emerge from the bedroom, once again wearing the bathrobe. She carried a blouse and a pair of pants over one arm. The ironing board was sitting where it usually was. All it needed was to be plugged in and warmed up.
“Would you like a fresh coke?” She asked as she walked by where I was sitting.
“Oh. No thank you. I’m fine.”
Lisa smiled at me, started to say something and then decided against it. I watched her walk over to the ironing board; bend over to retrieve the plug of the iron to put it into the wall outlet. It was at that moment I watched her robe part and got a spectacular view of her bare breasts. Lisa plugged in the iron and without so much as a care that I might have seen her boobs; she stood up and adjusted the dial on the appliance. Her robe was still slightly open, though not nearly as much as it had been of course when she leaned over, but sufficient enough to show a very open deep cleavage of those magnificent breasts. She looked up at me, saw that I was looking at her, and smiled once again. This time she nailed me to the wall.
“I know I’m considerably older than Tracy, but do you think my breasts are still attractive for a woman my age?”
My teenage years gave me away, and I sounded too much like Beaver Clever for my stupid response, and regretted it almost the moment I spoke the words.
“Gee Mrs. Stillman, I wouldn’t really know…”
But the ‘look’ she threw at me stopped me in mid sentence. She knew I was lying, and my face flushed almost immediately with the heat of the out and out lie.
“What you’re really saying is you didn’t get a very good look at them in the bathroom, or in the bedroom just now to form an honest opinion.”
My face went even a brighter red in color; I knew it, because I felt it. She’d known I had seen her both times. Knew I had been looking, and had obviously watched her undressing in the bedroom.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly very dry, wishing now that I had taken her up on that offer of a fresh coke.
“Well, I didn’t look very long. What I meant to say was, I didn’t mean to look, I just sorta glanced up and saw you, and then…”
And then Lisa pulled the robe off and as though suddenly in slow motion, I watched it falling to the floor as she stood behind the ironing board. I watched it pass by the edge of it, watched as both of her beautiful well formed and very full mature breasts suddenly sprang into view. Watched it pass by the tops of her legs, which now riveted my attention towards that area as well, saw the ‘black-patch’ of her triangle nestled between her legs, knowing I was not only looking at her breasts, but at her pussy now too.
“Now tell me what you think,” she said, and there was a definite ‘lusty’ edge to her voice that had not been there before.
“Your beautiful!” I said truthfully, for indeed she was. As pretty and as exciting as Tracy was, there was something to be said for the mature beauty that I saw in her mother. She didn’t have the subtle perkiness of still young smooth skin, but what she had was the lush exotic well-formed, voluptuousness that Tracy didn’t have. And it struck me as nothing ever had before, and perhaps ever since.
“You do like my breasts then?” She said, actually cupping each one of them in her hands. “They’re not as ‘firm’ as they once were, certainly not nearly as firm as Tracy’s are I’m sure,” I couldn’t not look as she stood there playing with her own tits, even as she continued speaking, “But large breasts run in our family, and one day I am sure that Tracy’s will look very similar to mine.”
I had an immediate picture of that. Lisa’s beautiful ‘cupped’ breasts on Tracy’s chest instead of her own boobs. And I liked the fantasy. Lisa saw me smiling.
“So, you do like them then!”
“Oh yes Mrs…”
“You’ve already addressed me as Lisa, I don’t think we need to go backwards here on formality just because you’ve seen me naked. Do you?”
This time I simply shook my head in agreement with her. It was easier, and I was beginning to find the parched throat starting to thicken my tongue with the inability to speak now as it was.
Lisa glanced down at her watch, “Hmmmm, I’ve got just enough time to finish ironing my clothes before I need to leave for work, and before Tracy gets home.”
I assumed our little game was finally over. That Lisa would put her robe on, finish ironing as she said, and quickly get dressed, hopefully leaving before Tracy in fact arrived home.
“So…now you get to show me yours. And you’d better hurry.”
“Wha, wha, wha-t?” I had stammered. Truly stunned now, and this time honestly not sure I had heard what I’d heard. “What did you just ask me?” I questioned once again.
“Well, I think that alls fair. You sat here watching and looking at me. Saw me in the bathroom…”
“I didn’t see much of you in the bathroom,” like that was any sort of defensive statement to have made.
“But you did watch me playing with myself in the shower didn’t you? You certainly knew I was doing that, and I know what you can see through the curtains, and I know you could see what I was doing. Admit it, it turned you on to watch me. If it hadn’t you would have left no matter what I said to you.”
She had me there that much was for sure. But the problem now was, I wasn’t hard. I had been earlier in the bathroom yes, and even felt it start to rise a little when she was in the bedroom. But now, out here, I was more nervous and scared than anything else, and my cock wouldn’t have risen if she’d started playing with herself. (Well maybe anyway). But I knew right then and there that there was no way I was going to be able to play show and tell with her if there was nothing to show, and nothing much to tell about in the condition I was currently in.
Thankfully, I think she saw it in my face then too. I was in a real corner with nowhere to go. But I wasn’t going to move from it either.
“Tell you what. Lets just say for the time being you owe me one. But the next time we are ever alone together, you at least owe me a peek at what my daughters been playing with and sucking all this time. Agreed?”
I’d have agreed to just about anything at that moment. I was worried of course that Tracy would be home any second now, and that seeing the two of us here together no matter how innocent it would seem, (provided her mother hurried up and got dressed that was), that I’d have a look of guilty written all over my face.
“Ok, sure. Next time for sure,” I responded sheepishly.
Whether it was luck, timing, or pure coincidence of circumstance, the very next Saturday was almost like experiencing De’javu all over again. Once again I had driven over expecting to meet Tracy moments right behind my pulling up. And once again, Lisa inviting me in to wait, the phone call, the apology for her running late because her relief hadn’t shown up. I half expected to hear the shower running. But Lisa was already dressed for work, so that much wasn’t exactly the same at least. That would have been really weird. Even so…
“Tracy held up at work again huh?”
“Looks like.”
“She say how long?”
Maybe I should have seen it coming, maybe I did even. But I went blindly along as though I didn’t or that it wouldn’t.
“No longer than an hour, maybe even a little less”.
“Plenty of time then,” she said.
And I remembered the promise.
“I don’t think I can Lisa. I know I promised, but I can’t just you know…stick it out like that and show you. Please don’t make me do that, not like this.”
“How then?”
I honestly didn’t know. I was scared and nervous and stupid feeling all over again.
“What if you were looking at me again?” she offered. “Would that help?”
“Ah, maybe.” I said, still unsure, still not at all positive I could do it even if she was naked.
But Lisa took that as a yes. She crossed over to the door. Locked it. “No sense taking any chances,” she said, more for my benefit and in some attempt to calm me down somewhat. Little good it would have actually done if someone had come home. How do you explain a locked door when someone’s home? Especially just the two of us, but I wasn’t thinking along those lines, and the locked door did help.
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