Part of her arrangement with my mother included two afternoons a week, and Sundays, off.Part of her arrangement with my mother included two afternoons a week, and Sundays, off. Since she was a stranger to our city, she really didn't have much to do on her time off, and she spent a lot of her free time the first week just reading in her room, or, in good weather, sunning herself in the back yard. The first afternoon she had off after her arrival was a particularlly warm day, with temperatures close to 90 degrees. About 1 in the afternoon I arrived home from somewhere or other to find the house seemingly empty. My mother, it transpired, had taken everyone, including my aunt, to lunch and a movie matinee. I had been off with friends playing sandlot baseball about a mile from home, and I arrived hot, tired, and in need of a shower. I trudged up the two flights of stairs toward my room with the shower very much in mind. Halfway up the stairs from the second to the third floor, I glanced out a window which overlooked our fenced in backyard, and saw Sandy lying on her back on a beach towel spread on the lawn. She was wearing a bathing suit, and reading a book. Her shoulders and thighs were glistening with suntan oil. I could see just the tops of her small breasts move up and down as she breathed, and the mixed oil and sweat accentuated their gentle up and down movement. I stood on the stairway landing unmoving, watching her breasts rise and fall. As if it had a mind of it's own, my penis quickly stiffened and strained against the fabric of my jockey shorts. I could feel the wetness of it's lubrication against my shorts, and my hand reached down to touch it. As my hand reached the swollen tip of my orgam, I felt the warmth spreading from my quickening loins. As I leaned against the window sill and gently stroked my pulsing organ through the fabric of my shorts, my eyes never left Sandy's pert, shiny undulating breasts. After a short time, Sandy put her book aside, and reached for the suntan oil. She unscrewed the cap and rolled over onto her stomach. With her hands she applied oil to her shoulders and back, then poured more oil onto her hands, sat up, and began applying it to the backs of her thighs. When she finished, she took her right hand, which was sitll covered with oil, and wiped the residue onto the inside of her thighs, stroking from the tops to the knees along the soft, white. |