- Thu Sep 19, 2013 11:09 am
#29883
I was home from college on summer break and I needed to get a few pairs of slacks hemmed. We had a family friend who used to do all of our hemming alterations etc. I had known her since I could remember and at the time she was in her late forties.
It was a hot summer day and I made my way to her home . She opened the front door and as usual I got a warm welcome and big hug . She is a short woman , a bit on the stocky side with large breasts. I always liked getting hugs from her because her breasts always felt so good against my chest. She had divorced years ago but I had always heard rumors about how she liked to date various men but never married any of them.
When she opened the door she was wearing a thin white robe and what looked like pajamas under the robe . This wasn't unusual , I had seen her in a robe before as well as in her bra a few times . She offered me a cold drink and we went downstairs to her basement where she had her sewing machine set up. I was wearing these blue terry cloth shorts and a tee shirt , it was the eighties and terry cloth was in . Off of the sewing room was another room with a couch and a tv .
She told me to go put the pants on so she could measure them . I went into the TV room changed , then came back out and she measured them. With the second pair of pants , she stopped and took of her robe because she was sweating. To my delight she was braless under her white pajamas . Even in her late forties her breasts looked so damn good . They swayed in unison from side to side as she moved . When she leaned over , her cleavage was enough to get me hard. As she stood there I couldn't stare but I could clearly see her dark bush through the thin material.
When she was done measuring , she told me to relax and watch some TV until she was done . I think she realized that I could see her breasts but she was too hot to put the robe back on.
I went back into the tv room , put my shorts back on and sat there watching TV . I couldn't help but get a hardon thinking about what I had just seen and knowing that she was in the other room braless with those big hanging mellons poking up against her pajamas.
So I was sitting there and my cock started getting hard straining against my shorts just begging to be stroked . I gave it a few strokes through my shorts but that didn't do the trick . My hormones took over and I convinced myself that I would take it out of the side of my shorts and rub out a quick one . My plan was that as long as I heard the sewing machine working , she would be clueless as to what I was doing .
So there I was stroking away thinking about her big hangers and how nice and bushy her pussy probably was . I had my cock in my hand stroking away like there was no tomorrow, when the next thing I knew she was standing in the doorway with my slacks in her hand. I never heard the sewing machine stop or anything , I had totaly lost myself in masturbation.
I do remember her gasp and then start laughing as she stood there in front of me . I must have looked a mess trying to stuff my cock back in my shorts . I don't even remember cumming but I did , as there was globs of cum on my shirt and the arm of the couch . She handed me a rag to clean myself up . I remember that I stood up and she gave me a hug and and kept saying in broken english " that's ok , that's ok" don't be embarrassed " . I couldn't get out of there fast enough .
I apolgized and left , hoping she wouldn't tell anyone .
It was a hot summer day and I made my way to her home . She opened the front door and as usual I got a warm welcome and big hug . She is a short woman , a bit on the stocky side with large breasts. I always liked getting hugs from her because her breasts always felt so good against my chest. She had divorced years ago but I had always heard rumors about how she liked to date various men but never married any of them.
When she opened the door she was wearing a thin white robe and what looked like pajamas under the robe . This wasn't unusual , I had seen her in a robe before as well as in her bra a few times . She offered me a cold drink and we went downstairs to her basement where she had her sewing machine set up. I was wearing these blue terry cloth shorts and a tee shirt , it was the eighties and terry cloth was in . Off of the sewing room was another room with a couch and a tv .
She told me to go put the pants on so she could measure them . I went into the TV room changed , then came back out and she measured them. With the second pair of pants , she stopped and took of her robe because she was sweating. To my delight she was braless under her white pajamas . Even in her late forties her breasts looked so damn good . They swayed in unison from side to side as she moved . When she leaned over , her cleavage was enough to get me hard. As she stood there I couldn't stare but I could clearly see her dark bush through the thin material.
When she was done measuring , she told me to relax and watch some TV until she was done . I think she realized that I could see her breasts but she was too hot to put the robe back on.
I went back into the tv room , put my shorts back on and sat there watching TV . I couldn't help but get a hardon thinking about what I had just seen and knowing that she was in the other room braless with those big hanging mellons poking up against her pajamas.
So I was sitting there and my cock started getting hard straining against my shorts just begging to be stroked . I gave it a few strokes through my shorts but that didn't do the trick . My hormones took over and I convinced myself that I would take it out of the side of my shorts and rub out a quick one . My plan was that as long as I heard the sewing machine working , she would be clueless as to what I was doing .
So there I was stroking away thinking about her big hangers and how nice and bushy her pussy probably was . I had my cock in my hand stroking away like there was no tomorrow, when the next thing I knew she was standing in the doorway with my slacks in her hand. I never heard the sewing machine stop or anything , I had totaly lost myself in masturbation.
I do remember her gasp and then start laughing as she stood there in front of me . I must have looked a mess trying to stuff my cock back in my shorts . I don't even remember cumming but I did , as there was globs of cum on my shirt and the arm of the couch . She handed me a rag to clean myself up . I remember that I stood up and she gave me a hug and and kept saying in broken english " that's ok , that's ok" don't be embarrassed " . I couldn't get out of there fast enough .
I apolgized and left , hoping she wouldn't tell anyone .