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Accordingly, I kidded around with her often, hoping to hear her laugh.
She also had a nice figure, but I was especially enamored of her ass; it was perfect, in my young eyes, and best of all I could admire it from behind where I wouldn’t get caught staring.

While I don’t think I had a “crush” on her or was in love, I was most definitely in lust.
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She was the star of many a masturbatory fantasy for me, and significant quantities of semen had been spurted in private shemale escorts in baltimore cams in her honor.
Outwardly we were friendly, but that was all; she treated me as a friend and peer, nothing more… until the day she caught me staring.

Not at her ass.
That I admired often, and without getting caught, but I got busted the Tuesday in mid-June when she helped me clear out some old, nail-filled lumber from a collapsed deck.

Nope, despite the magnetic attraction of her perfect tush I got busted not for staring at it, but while admiring her breasts; truth is, I couldn’t have kept my eyes off of them even if someone had held a gun to my head.
She’d insisted on helping me in her yard, despite my objections.


It turned out to be a good thing because it was a huge job and the weather was brutally hot.
Her husband worked long hours and was not fond of yard work so this project had been on hold for awhile, until I expanded my offerings and she seized the opportunity, hiring me to remove the old wreck.

We’d been at it for about two hours, pulling apart the old structure, yanking nails, and stacking off the old, splintery lumber, when she called a break.
I’d been admiring her perfect ass in her tight, short denim cut-offs, my cock at half-staff all morning, when she straightened and wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her leather glove.

It left a smudge of dirt across her cheek and forehead, which I found very… enticing.
Let’s face it; I was a horny seventeen-year-old and she was the hot, sexy neighbor lady.
I found everything about her very enticing – and arousing!

She had her lush, wavy hair pulled back into a thick ponytail to keep it out of the way and prevent it sticking to her sweaty skin.
I loved the ponytail; I thought it made her look very sophisticated, yet younger than her thirty-six years.

I still love ponytails to this day, and if the wearer’s hair is thick and wavy and makes a full, puffy tail I always think of Carol.
Her thin t-shirt, soaked with sweat, clung to her body like a second skin; it stuck to her so tightly that I could easily tell that there were no bra straps running across her back or over her shoulders, and when she turned I could see that it had molded itself to her full, firm breasts just as effectively.

Her breasts were perfectly shaped, luscious, symmetrical teardrop-mounds of womanly delight – words of my later years; at the time, a horny teen, all I could think was ‘Wow!’ as I hoped that my burgeoning erection wasn’t too obvious.
And that it hadn’t actually made the audible ‘b-o-i-i-n-n-n-g-g’ sound that was playing in my head as it hardened and formed a bulge in my shorts.


I was so utterly absorbed in staring at her breasts, at the endearing smudge of dirt on her face, at her long, bare legs, her ponytail, the slick, sexy sheen of sweat on her skin, that it didn’t register with me immediately that she was saying my name.
“Josh… Josh! Yooo-hoo, Josh!

Are you in there? Hello, anyone home?” All the blood had apparently drained from my brain to a different part of my anatomy, but I finally realized she was speaking to me.
“Uhhh, huh? I mean what? I’m sorry, Carol, guess I’m kinda tired.
” She laughed that great laugh.

“Me too, Josh, it’s okay.
Matter of fact, that’s what I was saying.
Let’s go get something cold to drink and sit down for a few minutes.
I think we could both use a break.
” I slipped into my t-shirt, tugging it down over my sweaty torso before following her.

She led the way toward the house as I admired the sway of that perfect ass and the sheen of sweat on the backs of her long, shapely legs.
My mind did what a horny young man’s mind does, and my cock went along for the ride; I was soon achingly hard.

When we entered her kitchen through the French doors the cool of the air-conditioned interior felt almost frigid against my hot skin, and I could feel tiny goose bumps prickling on my bare, sweaty legs below my cut-off jeans, the hairs standing on end.
She crossed to the refrigerator and removed two bottles of cold water, turning to hand one to me.

“Is water okay, or would you rather have a Pepsi or something?” I didn’t answer right away.
I couldn’t.
I was far too preoccupied with what the cool air of the house and the cold air of the refrigerator had done to her nipples.

They were firmly erect, thrusting out proudly and magnificently against her sweat-soaked t-shirt, at full attention-grabbing hardness, and my eyes seemed to be glued to them.
She tried again.
“Josh?

Is water alright or do you want something else?” I addressed her boobs – her nipples in particular.
“Umm, water is good… fine, I mean.
Just water.
” She laughed.
“Josh, honey, my eyes are up here.

” I looked up into her beautiful eyes, and the instant realization that she was watching me stare at her chest, a small, bemused smile on her face, made me blush brilliantly.
I cheating wife caught on cam was pretty tan from being outdoors so much and my face was probably also red from the heat and exertion, but I know my embarrassed blush blazed right through all that.

“Uh, I’m sorry, Mrs.
Martin.
” She laughed.
“Josh, you’ve called me Carol for months now; you don’t have to start calling me Mrs.
Martin just because you’re staring at my boobs.
” Her teasing only made my blush deepen.

I felt awful, totally humiliated, but all I was able to do was mutter another apology.
“Um, I’m sorry, Mrs.
Mar… uhh, Carol.
” “It’s all right, Josh.

Actually, I’m kind of flattered that you find this old lady so fascinating!” I was able to drag my eyes away from those big, hard, hypnotic nipples and back to her face for a moment.
“You’re not old.
” “You’re sweet.

” She bit her lower lip as she regarded me for a moment, her expression thoughtful.
“So, you like what you see?” I could only nod and throb, mute but extremely aroused.

“Would you like a better look?” Fortunately, I was able to wrestle my tongue away from the cat’s persistent grasp for just a moment.
“Really? Yes, of course, very much!” She laughed again, probably at my unabashed enthusiasm, and, without further hesitation, stripped her sweat-soaked t-shirt over her head and stood before me bare –breasted.
They were beautiful, high and firm and medium-sized, accented gloriously by her rosy-brown nipples jutting proudly, each as large as the tip of my thumb, puckered and hard.

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