walking in dirty

One of my friend’s mom flashed me a few times. The first was unintentional. She was attractive, early thirties, and shapely. I was in my early teens, so still curious and awkward as I learned about girls. I had watched her working on her tan a few times. In her home, it was her rules. No shoes were worn in the house. On one particular visit, her son and I went in after removing our shoes, but our clothing was a little dirty from our rough housing. We thought nothing of it, but she did.

She caught sight of us while wrapped in a towel – I assumed from an earlier shower. In her rush to push us back outside, the towel partially dropped. While it was nice to see an uncovered tit, we were still being hustled back outside. This was not the time to stare, but I can still see that image years later. When she realized her breast was showing, she grabbed the towel and stretched it back over her – pulling it across her breasts. At the door, we turned around to listen to her lecture us about the dirt we had tracked into her house.

But the best sight was the towel was now riding high as she covered her breasts. Now we could see her bush – nicely trimmed thin hair. I knew she was shapely, but I had never seen a woman that way other than pictures. She was mad, but I didn’t care. That sight left a lasting impression on me. When she finished scolding us, she turned away from the door – adjusting the towel to cover her backside.

By the time we got dusted off, she was dressed. I ate lunch with my friend. He was embarrassed. I was thrilled.